A week later, in the middle of a filthy alley somewhere in the Papal States of Frandia,

The narrow alleys are lined with shanty stalls in the middle of two rows of buildings, and the narrow alleys are filled with vendors and market pedestrians.

Three ragged masked men quickly made their way through the crowd, led by virtue of their tall and stout size, easily pushing away the pedestrians who were in the way, not paying the slightest attention to the scolding coming from behind.

"Leave after hitting someone? Stop me! Bastard thing! You've bumped me! ”

An angry bald man shouted and chased after him, he was a strong ruffian, no one on this street dared to contradict him like this, he was so angry that he had to knock off his teeth to get rid of his anger.

He reached out and grabbed the masked man who was in charge.

But before he could swing his fist, the little masked man who followed him quickly flew up and kicked the ruffian in the vital part, and the latter fell to the ground and groaned in pain, and the three masked men walked away without looking back.

The trio walked through the bustling street market, turned into a secluded uninhabited alley, and finally came to the door of a small two-story building.

I saw that the sign on the first floor read "Crispy Milk Tea", and the window on the second floor peeked out of the messy wooden shelves, on which colorful high-quality silk women's clothes were dried.

It looks like an ordinary shop, but it has a hidden mystery.

The masked man at the head has already investigated clearly, this is a hidden alley in the entertainment hall, which is full of top socialites, never accepts strangers, and only accompanies high-end clergy.

He took a big stride and walked inside, and two guards facing the vicious guard stepped forward to stop him: "This is not the place you should come, if you know each other, get away from Lao Tzu!" As soon as they finished speaking, they were slit with daggers by two masked men who followed them, and the blood choked in their throats and made a terrifying, gurgling sound.

Three uninvited guests stepped past the two corpses and entered the lobby on the first floor, where seven more bodyguards surrounded them, armed with machetes and sticks.

Two short masked men lowered their hoods, revealing the faces of two women.

They were Templar Assassins affiliated with the Church's intelligence service, and had undergone the most rigorous combat training.

Facing the siege of seven strong bodyguards, they calmly drew their weapons, held their swords and daggers in both hands, and rushed forward without saying a word.

The battle lasted only a dozen seconds, and all seven bodyguards were cleanly killed.

A waiter, hiding behind the bar, suddenly stood up, raised his flintlock pistol in his hand, and pulled the trigger at the tall masked man in the lead.

"My lord! Be careful! One of the Templar Assassins exclaimed, leaning his body in front of his master.

"Phew!" A gunshot rang out, and she fell to the ground, the projectile piercing her skull, splattering her brains and blood.

Another Templar Assassin cried, "Ahhhh Little Abby! ”

She jumped onto the bar, kicked down the waiter who had shot him, stabbed him in the throat with her sword, and then picked up her companion's corpse and cried.

The deceased, Abby, was her best friend, and they were originally street children in the same neighborhood, adopted by the Church's orphanage together, and selected as Templar Assassin trainees together.

They trained as Assassins together and grew up to join the Church's intelligence services to fight side by side, and they became the Order's ace killers, known as the Sisters.

For her, Abby is her own sister, the only warmth to rely on in this indifferent world.

But now Abby is dead, she has lost her only relative, she is alone, and no one hears her anymore.

The tall masked man in the lead didn't care about this, and he comforted him coldly, "Isha! Stop crying! She died a glorious death! Abby's soul is no longer here, she has left this decaying world and gone to the heavenly realm to enjoy herself! ”

Seeing that his men were still weeping bitterly and refusing to let go of their companion's corpses, he lost patience and reprimanded, "Templar Assassin, remember your duty! Don't disgrace your dead sister! ”

"I'm sorry...... My lord...... But I ......"

"But what? Complete your mission! Go and drag the corpse in at the door, you stay on the first floor, don't let anyone in, and don't let anyone out. ”

"Yes! My Lord! She choked up in response.

With that, the masked man in the lead walked up the stairs.

He came to the second floor, leaned down, and listened carefully to the keyhole of each door, one after another, until at last he heard a sound in the door at the end of the hallway, and from inside came the voice of a woman urging him to drink, "My lord, have another drink!" ”

He slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside, without making a sound.

Unlike the dirty walls on the outside of the building, the room is lavishly decorated, with soft carpets that make it almost unsettling to stand on, ornate upholstered compartments on the walls that insulate the sound, and a heart-shaped bed on a half-height wooden platform with purple velvet sheets.

An old man with loose skin sat in the middle, flanked by a beautiful woman, one of whom was feeding the old man fruit with a silver fork, and the other was telling a vulgar joke, and the pillow next to him was torn open, and goose feathers were floating all over the house.

The masked man coughed softly, and the three people in the room finally noticed that someone had broken in.

"Ahh The two women screamed and ran out of the door, they were certain to die, and a Templar Assassin was waiting for them downstairs.

The old man shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Don't want to live anymore? Know who I am? Boy, you're dead! Someone, take him down for me! Come on! ”

The masked man takes off his hood, revealing blonde hair and a handsome face,

"No need to shout, the bodyguards here are gone. Uncle, it's me, your nephew. ”

"What?" The old man exclaimed, "Little Palladia? ”

The old man put on his holy white robe and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?" Get out of here! ”

Facing the angry old man, Palladia said unhurriedly: "Uncle, as a Templar, I am obliged to supervise the conduct of the priests, even if you are the Pope, you must be supervised, as is stated in the Book of Discipline. ”

"What the are you talking nonsense? Are you kid crazy? ”

"Uncle, you should be ashamed of your actions, I am going to carry out the teachings." With that, he slowly approached the other party.

The old man cowered in the corner in fear, trembling and begging for mercy: "My good nephew! I was wrong! Please, don't you see it? I'll send you ten...... Oh no! One hundred! A hundred beautiful women of noble birth! ”

Unmoved, the Templar unfastened the chains on his belt and pulled out an extremely heavy, metal-clad tome with the words "Correct" written on it, which was the Knight's tool for carrying out his teachings.

The old man was so frightened that he peed his pants and cried and begged, "Oh...... You don't like beautiful women...... But I know you love to collect holy things! I'll give you the key to the reliquary! It's all yours! ”

Palladia's face was full of disgust, "I don't want those false holy relics, they are all used by the Miracle Appraisal Committee to fool the believers!"

Don't think I don't know, the blood marks on the statue of the Valkyrie Minerva were painted by you! It's sheep's blood! You are a miracle forgery, and you are guilty of unforgivable sins! ”

"Please! My good nephew! Spare me! We're blood relatives! ”

"As a loved one, you should be open-minded, but the fact that you are blasphemous cannot be changed. As a Templar, I must do my duty, and unfortunately I have to judge you for your sins. ”

"I am the Pope! Convey God's will to believers all over the world! No one can judge me! ”

"No, you're mistaken, I'm God's spokesman, I've been chosen."

Palladia swung the heavy tome and slammed it hard at the old man's head, ...... Double-click...... Three times ......

It wasn't until his arm ached, until the head turned into a pile of minced flesh, that he gasped and stopped.