On the rugged mountain road, a small and gorgeous carriage is speeding forward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mountain road is very bumpy, but the speed of the carriage is very fast, and the body is constantly rising and falling with the uneven road, and the person sitting in this carriage must be uncomfortable, and the buttocks will inevitably be tossed and painful.

A slightly thin brown-haired boy was sitting in the carriage, his brow was sad and his face was bitter.

What he is worried about is not the bumps along the way, nor is he worried that he is just a chef, and he does not know how to make cement paving roads, nor does he know how to make shock absorbing springs.

He was worried that he had just escaped death and didn't know what to do in the future.

That's his worry and fear for the future.

It took him a long time before he cowardly said: "The one who was killed was ......"

But his words were interrupted.

"It was Baron Leonardo who was killed. "It was a young girl who was on the cushion of the main seat of the carriage, she was beautiful and beautiful, but now her face was covered with frost, and her tone was cold.

"Huh?" the brown-haired boy froze.

"Baron Leonardo is dead, punched to death by the inquisitors of the Holy See, he, already dead!" the girl continued.

"And who am I?" the boy still didn't understand.

"It doesn't matter who you are, a cook, a merchant, a wandering samurai, anything, it's not the dead Baron Leonardo anyway. The girl's tone was a little impatient.

Zhang Ang was silent, he knew that if it weren't for the girl in front of him who let herself change into a servant's clothes, and then arranged for others to wear baronial dresses to attract targets, he would have died, died at the hands of that terrifying black man, and died under that fluttering punch.

Zhang Ang knew that even if he was successful in his sword skills and internal skills, even if the "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle" was still intact in his hand, he would definitely not be able to stop the black man wrapped in a cloak, the unreasonable judge, and the fluttering punch.

This punch not only knocked out the title he had worked so hard to keep, the carefully managed hotel, and the loyal servant, but also knocked out his self-confidence as a traverser, his arrogant pride in his golden fingers, and everything he was proud of, making him flee in a hurry like a lost dog.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Ang continued to speak: "Then the judge is really so strong, there is no way at all?"

"Yes, if it's just an ordinary Inquisitor, my father plus some hidden forces in the family can barely fight it, at least he won't let him kill people at will, but this Inquisitor is different. Miss Sophie explained.

"What's the difference?" Zhang Ang was a little unwilling.

"Because he is the 'merciful one,' he is stronger, very strong, far stronger than those ordinary judges. There are many inquisitors in the Holy See, but only a few can obtain the title, each of them is a master of the masters, an elite of the elite, and behind each title, there are piles of white bones, every inch of blood and tears. Not something that a declining earl family like ours can fight against. Miss Sophie's tone was full of helplessness.

"If you can't fight it, the strength of this 'mercy person' should already exceed the realm of a martial arts master. What realms are behind this Martial Dao Grandmaster?" Zhang Ang said his question.

"The internal force is perfect, the internal force is overflowing, and he is a master; the internal force is free to leave the body, and he can hurt people in the air at will, and he is a grandmaster; the external force is perfect, and he can fly with the qi, and he is a great master; he is sympathetic and natural, and the internal force is endless, he is a Venerable; the martial will is manifested, and he peeks into the way of the gods with the body of a mortal, which is for the martial saint! The martial will is condensed, the sky is broken, the void is crossed, and he is ascended to become a god, he is the martial god!" Miss Sophie's words are concise and simple, and her tone is also very serious.

Zhang Ang could barely understand the obscure French nouns she used, and he continued to ask, "So, what is the strength of that 'mercy man'?" ”

Miss Sophie thought for a moment before she said, "As far as I know, his strength will not be inferior to that of the Grand Master, and it is likely that he is a Venerable. Don't worry, don't say that you are theoretically dead now, he won't find Paris to go, even if he comes, with the strength of the Rose Sword Academy, he can keep you. ”

"Then this judge is also a clergyman, why do they act so unscrupulously and kill people at will, don't they care about the development of believers in Luntu City at all?" Zhang Ang asked.

"What do you think the cult of the Warriors believes?" asked Miss Sophie rhetorically.

"Isn't it the belief that Su Yadu, who has become a martial god?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Although on the surface it seems to be a belief in the martial god who has ascended, in essence, it is not. Miss Sophie analyzed: "What they really believe in is martial arts, what they pursue is strength, and what they worship is the strong. And Du Ji Suye is the best representative of martial arts in the mainland for thousands of years, the highest symbol of strength, and the strongest and strongest person worthy of the name. They only believe in these things, and have nothing to do with good or evil. The strong deserve everything, and the weak deserve to be killed. That's their credo. Those who are kind and friendly on weekdays, accumulate virtue and do good deeds, just to attract more believers, so that they can plunder their property again and again, pick away their children who are talented in martial arts, and make those believers grateful to Dade. ”

Miss Sophie continued with mockery: "Therefore they often say that they are the shepherds of the Lord, and that they are the shepherds of the Lord. What did the shepherds do when they grazed the lambs, not to shear their wool and eat their meat? After thousands of years of bloody plunder, the Duji Martial God Sect has become the most powerful martial arts sect, dominating the entire continent. Therefore, they don't care at all about the life or death of the lambs who are grazed, let alone the free lambs that do not belong to them."

Zhang Ang was completely stunned by Miss Sophie's tirade, and he thought of the magnificent ceremonial carts that flowed in the city on Christmas Day, the smiling Bishop Martin standing at the door of the church, the middle-aged man who led a group of children to practice martial arts, and those children would become such terrible people in the future, and the martial arts cheats that were sold for money, and those martial arts cheats could not all be donated by believers.

Everything suddenly opened up.

I don't know how long later, the driver's deep voice came from outside the carriage: "Miss, the imperial capital is about to arrive." ”

Miss Sophie opened the window and looked out to see that they were still on the mountain path, but looking down the hill, there was a huge and magnificent city: tall white walls surrounded on all sides, houses of all sizes, noble and splendid palaces by the river, and a straight iron tower reaching into the sky.

This is Paris, the capital of France, the residence of the emperor, and the political, economic, cultural, artistic, and martial arts center of the whole of France.