Night.

"Ahh......h

"Moore, why are you here?"

Nether yawned and rubbed her eyes.

And suddenly, his pupils tightened suddenly, and he was awakened in an instant!

"You? You? This ......"

Nether stammered.

He looked stunned, back and forth, looked at Moore several times, and finally ...... The gaze was focused on Moore's hand.

A blood-stained sword!

"What's going on?" Nether's mind was a little confused.

"To cut a long story short, I killed your rival, the two samurai under his command."

Moore said it as usual, like killing two chickens.

As a matter of fact...... It's about the same?

Detect information in advance and identify the target location.

Rely on the Silver Ring Divine Sense Scan, complete the preparations, assassinate smoothly, and go down with a sword.

Just kill it.

Very simple.

"Huh?!"

Nether was dumbfounded.

The brain is in a mess.

And at this point, without pausing for a moment for Nether's shock, Moore continued calmly.

"I'm here to bid you farewell."

"Huh? That's why ......"

Nether blurted out, and after a moment, bit her tongue again.

After several changes in expression, his face finally calmed down, but he was a little helpless......

"Alas, you don't have to, if you're in the city, Bishop Moro also needs to be careful......"

"Forget it, kill all ......" he shook his head helplessly.

"Well killed!"

Nether took a deep breath: "Wait for me for a while!" ”

Then, he turned his head and rushed into the room, and after a dozen seconds, walked out quickly.

He shoved five wind charms into Moore's hand.

Then, another emblem, and a hooded cape.

"Wind Charm."

"And this, it's the emblem of the temple, and you can legally go out of the city at night, otherwise if you want to go out of the city, it will be very troublesome...... And this cloak, put it on, hide the traces. ”

Nether spoke quickly and explained the matter.

"I won't say much else."

"Lord Moore, take care!"

The young priest bowed solemnly and solemnly.

"Hmm."

Moore gave him a deep look, nodded, took his things, and turned to leave.

Swish.

He walked fast, his black cloak hunting, and the empty night street was like a ghost drifting by.

Relying on the temple emblem, he successfully left the city of Aino.

Then, without stopping, relying on the wind spell to speed up, he headed out into the wilderness outside the city!

In order to fish, he filled up his hatred and could only run quickly!

……

Near the pyramids.

A luxurious mansion.

Knock knock.

There was a quick knock on the door.

"Not good, Lord Bishop!"

What's that?

Bishop Moro frowned, and reluctantly pushed the two companions away from the bed.

Sick of it.

These people who work under their hands are really ignorant!

The bishop worked day and night, presiding over the battle in front of the gods during the day, preparing for the plan, and at night he had no time to teach the little ones some valuable life lessons......

So hard, the result ...... And the unexpected bother?!

Bishop Moro looked displeased.

He put on a priest's robe and walked out of the room.

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't I say you wouldn't bother me tonight?"

Bishop Moro walked out of the room, his eyes dark, staring at the half-kneeling warrior.

He's already decided.

If you disturb this time, there is nothing important, and the next time you fight in front of the gods, you will send this samurai to enjoy the glory......

"Lord Bishop, it's the little young master......"

"What's wrong with him?!" Moro's heart jumped, his eyes were solemn, and he asked sharply.

"The little master himself is fine...... But two of his samurai had been assassinated and died in the tavern. ”

Call.

Hearing that his juniors were all right, Moro was a little relieved.

But as soon as he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyelids jumped suddenly, and he was furious.

At the time of the battle in front of the gods, the samurai under his jurisdiction died...... Such a loss is really terrible!

The martial arts fight in front of the gods has been held to this day.

Even if it was him, it would be extremely troublesome to make up for the two title samurai.

This sucks...... Calculating the loss, Moro's face was gloomy.

"It's ...... Who did this to you?! ”

"Moore of the Wind."

"Huh?!"

That wandering samurai, how could it be ......?

I'm not ready to do it yet......

Moro frowned, as if he had thought of something, and said coldly: "It was you who made an unauthorized move, and you were killed by someone?!" ”

His face was grim, and he cursed with a 'wise' expression that penetrated the facts.

"No, absolutely not! Those two samurai were drinking and eating barbecue, and they were suddenly assassinated......"

"Really, they didn't do anything......"

The samurai wanted to cry without tears, and explained with a cry.

Acting quite alike?

Moro looked at him suspiciously, and his judgment was a little shaken.

Could it be true?

"Forget it, what the process is, it doesn't make sense anymore."

"Now, the most important thing to do is to catch that wandering samurai...... Then, make him confess that he was instructed by the boy Nesser......"

Morro's eyes moved.

He suddenly realized, this seems to be good?

One step at a time!

Priests had immunity, common crimes, and it was difficult to convict.

But this kind of assassination in the city is different, with the help of this opportunity, directly sacrifice Nether, and you can also save your own descendants!

"Where's that wandering samurai?"

"Ten minutes ago, I went out of the city through the north gate."

"I see."

Moro sneered, and his spiritual power surged, causing him to float into the air.

Flight!

Scold.

I want to escape!

No way!

"Aino City, there is no way to allow such a disrespectful wandering warrior to exist alive."

Gotta get him!

……

Call.

The moon stars are scarce.

Moore was above the wasteland, running fast.

His speed was fast, his stamina was rapidly depleted, but he still had no intention of slowing down, and he also used the Wind Charm to speed himself up.

Because, he knows, his speed is far from enough!

Crash.

The wind is blowing.

Moore looked back suddenly, his pupils shrank, and in the distant sky, a figure like a big bird, robes hunting, coming against the wind!

The second-order priests of the Far South Continent can't escape the light, but they can also resist the wind and break through gravity!

Bishop Moro was extremely fast.

After witnessing Moore, almost more than ten breaths, he chased after him!

"Got you, pathetic wandering samurai!"

Moro swooped down like a goshawk, with a cruel smile, his right arm covered in a layer of ebony armor like a dead branch trunk, and shimmered brightly!

However.

That's when it happened.

Airplanes!

The air froze suddenly.

The flags of the surrounding arrays were raised, forming a large array, and the spiritual light was intertwined, trapping him firmly to death!

"I've been waiting for a long time."

A handsome and dusty black-robed young man with a face like a crown of jade, sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, smiling.

"You ......," Bishop Moro's pupils constricted.

There are still in the afternoon

(End of chapter)