The arena in the center of Harussa was about four miles away from the tavern, and even the most majestic Lucius quick-walking horse had to run up to prayer time. The Dragoninus wanted to rush back as quickly as possible, but the Quaids, with their leather armor and heavy weapons on their shoulders, were much slower than their horses, not to mention the fatigue of the warriors who had killed several teams of city guards.

The scorching sun, which was about to reach the middle of the sky, was also desperately radiating more and more dazzling light at this time, which made the barbarian warriors only sweat uncontrollably in the heat, and even their throats carried an anxious thirst that seemed to come from hell.

This kind of weather made the Captain of the Dragoninus Legion, who was wearing a thin coat, a little unbearable. He prepared an ornate garment for the ceremony, a round white velvet cloak cleaner than pure salt draped over his shoulders, and two slender leather straps fastened around his chest and held in place by an intricately carved silver brooch. "It's getting hotter and hotter, and we need some water! Soldiers can't fight the Harusans without being out of strength. ”

"I remember there was a public well two streets away from me, and the water was cold and sweet. The centurion wiped the sweat from his forehead, and impatiently unbuttoned the clasp between the chain mail as he untied his collar. He was one of the few warriors who had to wear chain mail to the arena. And now the rust on the chain mail hood had stuck to the cavalry's face, mixing with sweat into a grayish-brown stain like a mossy deer's back pattern.

"I remember there was a church there, and the Holy See of Wisdom had a squadron of knights stationed by the well. The other dragon inus touched the hilt of his sword with some uneasiness, and then kissed the dragon-shaped metal ornament around his neck in a whispered prayer.

"There are now at most half a dozen knights, and the rest are clergy. The blue-robed vampires who deserve to go to hell will only sell indulgences to passers-by. A Harusa local guide recruited by the Legion Commander interjected. "Now you have to buy a tointment from them even if you drink a glass of water. ”

"I can't wait to get some water, or the damn weather will set me on fire. Scratching his back with his big rough hand, Riga spoke hoarsely. The hunter's lips had begun to dry, and he had not drunk water since the beginning of the gladiatorial fight, and now it seemed as if he had swallowed a pile of flames.

"Then go to the well, but be careful. The Legion Commander said after rolling up the long sleeves on his arms and vigorously wiping the beads of sweat from his face with a fine white linen.

Although it was said that it was two streets away, Harusa was as narrow and crowded as ever. The well was less than thirty yards in a straight line from the barbarians, and if it weren't for the houses and crowds, the Quaid wouldn't even take ten breaths to get there.

The well was sandwiched between four stone walls, and the two doors that opened to the north and south were guarded by infantry wearing low-ranking blue robes. A group of low-ranking clergy, who were higher than the infantry, but still at the lowest level of the church, were selling them around with bundles of indulgence. The scorching rays of the scorching sun made them sweat, but the devout men continued to pray aloud. The surrounding Harusa freedmen did not ignore this group of divine slaves, so from time to time someone would pay for a toning scroll as a penance for not having time to pray to the god of wisdom in their busy lives.

The chaos in the arena had not yet been transmitted to this point, so when the priests saw the hordes of barbarians approaching, these Harusans immediately ducked aside instead of shouting the name of the gods and rushed up. Of course, they were priests rather than warriors, and they were good at praying rather than wielding swords. However, the few church infantry also retreated in fear, and the panic in their eyes almost caused them to drop their spears to the ground.

"Water, we just need some water. The Dragoninus gestured. Their lingua franca had a stiff Longinus character, so the Legion Commander had to explain it to Priest Harusa.

"Enjoy the gifts of the gods and praise the God of wisdom and all true gods. The blue-robed priest with a white streak folded his hands in front of his chest, nodded his forehead slightly, and said in a fairly standard lingua franca. The lingua franca was taught to the clergy in any church, which they explained was to communicate with the common people everywhere, but in the eyes of the great dukes of the nations it was nothing more than the irrepressible desire of the church to expand wildly.

"May the platinum dragon god bless you as well. The dragon inus also touched the metal ornament hanging around his neck and spoke. Then the Legion Commander waved his hand, sending the Quaids pouring into the stone wall. These barbarians would scoop up the cold well water from the cups hanging on the wall and swallow it down their throats.

The barbarians, who numbered close to two hundred, needed a short time to drink, so the Dragoninus found a shady seat in the nearby shop and rested for a while. Two local guides from Harusa brought them a cold ale coated with ice. To the north of Harusa is the towering Solon Mountains, so the tavernkeeper will always be able to find ice in the rapidly warming weather.

The clergy and infantry, who had no one noticing, slowly retreated to the church, which was a splendid and towering building, more than ten yards away. Although it is only one of seven churches in the city of Harusa, it is comparable in size to the Cathedral of the Parish of Mars.

The church has a towering building with two spires. They look a lot like arrow towers, but they are covered with colorful paintings of the god of wisdom. Several long, new rolls of blue and white cloth were thrown from the small window at the top like a waterfall and hung in the air, adding a little more sacredness and luxury to the church. In addition to the two spires, the church is surrounded by a ring of stone walls that resemble a fortified castle with jagged stomping walls like the teeth of wild animals.

Throw the pointed bucket into the round stone well, and when it is almost full, Riga holds the twine in both hands and lifts it up. A group of Quaids around them immediately reached in to scoop up the water, but the hunters poured water directly on them. "This damn sand, I itch all over my body, like I got into an ant nest, and those nasty ants are biting my body everywhere. ”

Cool water poured down from his head, instantly soaking the hunter's clothes. His blonde hair and beard were also wet in bunches, dragging behind like freshly cleaned jute silk. The Quaid quickly cleaned up their bodies, and of course took the opportunity to fill their stomachs with sweet well water.

The people of Longinus also drank their full ale in the shops of the Harusas. But just as they were about to leave satisfied, the church's oak door, with its huge iron nails, creaked and opened quickly.

The first to burst out of it was a large group of infantry, these warriors in leather armor and blue coats who were as fragile as minor children in the eyes of the barbarians, but the Papal infantry that kept coming like waves of white water made them shrink back in surprise. These infantry numbered more than two hundred, and there were also armies of the Holy See of Wisdom coming from other directions.

"What are you going to do?" the Dragoninus man immediately stood on a broken wood cart and yelled in an angry tone. "We are the Dragoninus Ice Dragon Mercenary Regiment, allies under the laws of the Cheerst Alliance. Who gave you the courage to stand up to the law and the kingdom of warlocks?"

"God has given me body, and God has given me strength. Whoever the true God laughs at will be a friend, and whoever is angry and reproached by the true God will be an enemy. A group of priests dressed in robes of wisdom came out of the church and chanted in unison in a pious and holy tone. "We have only come by following the dictates of the God of Wisdom. ”

"These religious lunatics deserve to be banished to the abyss. The centurion immediately cursed in a low voice, but he didn't have the courage to say it out loud, unless the Dragoninus was willing to be wanted by dozens of churches across the continent.

"Bless you, Honorable Deputy Priest. I am Sir Ryuenus - Snooker Martin, a knight canonized by the Ryujin Pope and His Excellency the Grand Duke Ryuenus. In the name of any true god, I and these subordinates have not done anything to harm you. The Legion Commander immediately identified the priest opposite him based on the number of white bars on his robes, but then the nobleman of Longinus, who had been hidden, saluted gracefully.

"It is true that your country has not made any actions to threaten us, but in reality we are not looking for you. The deputy priest, whose chin was not covered by the hood, replied gently. "We're just here for the Quaids. ”

"These are our mercenaries, and they have passed the test of the god of wisdom in the arena. The Legion Commander explained undiscouragedly. "They are innocent people. ”

"I'm not saying they ever angered the gods. The officiating priest laughed, then pounded the long scepter in his hand to the ground. "I'm just here for a fighter. The Holy See needs his help, and we will pay him a large sum. ”

"Who is it?" said Sir Snooker, frowning, and then opened his mouth as if asking. "I don't think there are any samurai among these people who will be useful to you. ”

The deputy priest took the parchment from the hands of a priest behind him who was acting as a clerk, and said in a subdued lingua franca, "Riga, Snow Ape Hunter, Mage Slaughter, Frostbear, if correct." He was a very formidable warrior and was even able to win the title in his first winter of adulthood. ”

The words of the Deputy Presiding Priest of the Holy See of Wisdom caused the Quaids to turn their eyes to Rriga while the hunters did not know what was going on. "I'm Riga, but I'm not involved with you. Just like the North Sea and the ice sheet, we never have a life crossing. The Quaid said, shaking his wet hair.

"Maybe you don't think so soon. The deputy priest laughed, and then asked two heavily armed knights to carry a figure up. The poor prisoner's hands and feet were chained with steel, and only a gray silver strand hung down to cover his face.

"This man said you have some secrets that are important to the church, so I'm here to find out. With a wave of his hand, the deputy priest asked one of the knights to pull the prisoner's hair until the face was revealed. Then Riga inhaled a mouthful of dry air, and coughed out until she couldn't stand the tingling in her throat anymore.

The hunter easily recognized the prisoner with a scarred face. He had long, pointed ears and turquoise eyes with reluctance and shame. This is Seradiel, the half-elf with superb archery skills, and a former spy of the Harvest Church.

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