September 4th, morning.

The monastery has been fully martial law and no believers are allowed to enter. Six temple guards stood in front of the monastery's gate in heavy armor. The heavy sword in their hands that is easy to chop are flashing in the sun. From a distance, they are full of evil spirits.

Although the blood on the ground was washed with all the best efforts, the dark red tones had not faded. The atmosphere of the monastery under the sun seemed to cut off all contact with the outside and became an isolated island.

Under such martial law, Sally also had contact with her subordinates. After having had previous conversations with Bishop Benjamin, many things were not easy to hide, so the Duke's daughter did not hide anything in front of the Bishop. She directly sent people to find Roddy as soon as possible when resolving the crisis, and hoped to have a meeting with him as soon as possible.

After all, the information was revealed to Bishop Benjamin, after all, Roddy nodded and agreed... Therefore, this matter is big or small. Sally believes that Roddy should understand her painstaking efforts after weighing the pros and cons, so she is looking forward to reunion with Roddy, and has already thought about how to explain to Roddy.

At noon, Martin, who was appointed by Sally to find Roddy's subordinate, had arrived in the Campbell area and was about to push the door and walk into the "Pig Head Bar".

Martin was dressed in a civilian manner, and he looked like he was completely thrown into the crowd and couldn't find it. Standing outside the bar, he searched for a long time before confirming where the inconspicuous entrance was. He reached out and was about to push the door, but unexpectedly the wooden door was suddenly opened from the inside - this made Martin push it blankly, staggering, hitting a person's chest, and then bounced back with a "bang" sound...

"Ouch!"

He shouted, covering his head and opening his eyes, and realized that the guy in front of him was actually so tall that he had to look up to see that fierce and evil face.

"Walk and look at it."

The bald strong man, who was more than two meters tall, looked at him and had no intention of finding trouble and fighting. He just left a sentence and walked past him. Then the few guys in cloaks followed him without even paying attention to Martin. After he came out one after another, he quickly disappeared on the street corner.

This episode made Martin really useless. He spat inwardly, entered the bar, and then asked Hook, the owner who was wiping the wine glass in front of the bar: "Hey, boss, is there a bard here who tells a good story?"

"Want to hear the story? Go to the city square at noon and he will occasionally tell one or two of them here in the evening, but don't come late, there is no place to sit if you are late."

Hook put the wine glass aside without raising his head, obviously he had been used to such problems.

"He...is not here now?"

"He always goes there."

"Okay, thank you, man."

Martin threw out two copper coins casually, Hook grabbed them skillfully, waved the dirty rag, greeted him, "Come and drink when you have time", and ignored them and continued to rinse the wine glass.

Martin, who was about to go to the city square, walked to the wooden door and reached out to grab the handle, but he found that the wooden door was pushed open with a "clang". He had no time to hide, and his whole face was slapped directly by the door panel, and he lay straight on the ground...

"Hey—Uh? Someone?"

"I said I'll give you some attention."

"Sorry, Akasha... Miss."

A vague sound came, and Martin felt angry for no reason - what happened to him today? Something happened to him and go in and out of the bar?

"Sorry! I'm really sorry!"

The middle-aged man who was pushing the door was dressed as a businessman. Seeing Martin's appearance facing upwards, he immediately came over with a strange accent and reached out to pull him up. Then he kept apologizing. After Martin stood up, he saw a graceful woman standing behind the man. His eyes suddenly lit up.

The other party was wearing a gray robe, and the style was no different from the women on the street, but because she had a very good figure, she had such an unspeakable charm... The only thing that the other party was wearing a gray scarf on his face, but looking at his big black eyes, he knew that he should be a beauty.

It is not normal for beauties of this level to appear here.

However, Martin was not interested in investigating the background of the beauty today. Seeing that there were 3 or 4 people behind the other party, he knew that he had been hit in vain and could only wave his hand and cover his nose and leave. However, the woman named "Akasha" asked someone to pay him a few copper coins, which immediately improved Martin's mood.

"Beauties can take care of people, but what are the backgrounds of these people..."

Martin sighed randomly, but after going around the city square for seven or eight times, he couldn't find Roddy. In the end, he had to admit his bad luck and found a corner to wait silently.

Naturally, he wouldn't know that Roddy, whom he had been looking for, was now circled around the Molia manor outside Hollier with a helpless look on his face.

"Does Francis want to be a lifelong turtle?"

Roddy ran in the jungle outside the manor with a short bow, cursing a few words - he was quick and almost became a phantom in the forest. The guards patrolling outside the manor in the distance were unable to find his trace.

This manor named Moria is actually the place where Francis is currently hiding. Just because he was afraid of revenge because of the failure of the assassination, Francis actually increased his guard power again. Even now there are hunting dogs patrolling around him, making the entire manor so hard that the iron walls of the manor are not dripping... Such a defensive level makes Roddy, who ran here to look for an opportunity to assassinate, feel extremely depressed.

After the previous assassination, Roddy was actually even more angry than Sally, because if he hadn't happened to have rushed that day, Sally would have ended up dead - and that would have been the same as letting all his previous efforts go to waste...

This made Roddy, who was never too concerned, completely exclaimed.

On the same day, he sneaked into the Duke's Mansion and poured a bottle of antidote to Duke Angma. The next day he went out of the city and went to Molia Manor to kill Francis. But after all, he didn't expect that the guard power here was completely different from that of the Duke's Mansion, so he had to give up in the end.

"Working in assassination, there are some clumsy plans for level and equipment..."

Roddy looked down at the short bow in his hand and said to himself. Although the damage of this bow is much higher than the horn bow at the beginning, it is really not enough for these enemies with a low level. However, creating a bow is not something that can be done casually. The best solution at present is to buy ready-made high-end bows and arrows to make up for the disadvantages - the problem follows: there are not many reliable stores here, and the only suitable place is the "Rose Cross" armament library, but you need "respect" reputation to buy it!

When Roddy thought of this, he felt that it was necessary to continue to strive for the reputation of "Rose Cross", but when he remembered the scene of himself shooting the assassin in front of the monastery, he could only sigh helplessly: "It's really helpless..."

"It is necessary to eradicate the roots if you destroy the overall situation."

Roddy has no emotional thinking. The only thing this technical otakus likes to think about is how much profit and return can he get from his investment in Sally and Russiflon - and as for his feelings for Sally...

The moment he saw Sally being cut off, he was indeed afraid. However, since the matter had passed, he was not interested in recalling anything now, but just continued to think about the current action plan with absolutely rational thinking.

Children's love is long? Roddy, who was destined to be lonely for a lifetime, never considered it. He would rather let him think about how to kill Francis.

Thinking about the plans for the past few days in his mind, Roddy found a tree with a suitable vision and climbed up. Because it was too late to return to the city at this time, he simply thought about spending a night here.

"Damn it, if you really have the will, you will suffocate yourself to death!"

After cursing for a few words, Roddy narrowed her eyes against the tree trunk and began to take a nap.

*******

At the same time, the atmosphere in the Moria Manor hundreds of meters away seemed extremely tense.

The servants and maids were cautious in their walking postures, especially when they passed by Frances' room, because from morning to now, Frances had "inadvertently" crushed three tea cups. Although his expression was always calm as if nothing had happened, no one could see the anger in his heart when such a thing happened.

When several subordinates appeared in front of Francis's room, their expressions seemed to be no different from those of the death row prisoners who were about to go to the guillotine.

"Let's talk about it, what good things did you do."

When such calm words were said, it sounded no different from "Tell me what you ate for lunch", but the foreheads of the three subordinates in front of him began to sweat coldly, their clothes stuck to their bodies but they didn't dare to move. They stood there like machines, their mouths were blocked and they could not say anything.

"Didn't you tell me that you are foolproof? Didn't you tell me that you will definitely succeed? What are you talking about now?"

"Master, we...we didn't expect--"

One of them spoke to explain, but was instantly frightened by the raised gaze of Frances and closed his mouth.

"There are too many things you didn't expect, what did you expect? Didn't you expect there would be an archer there that could shoot ten holes in your head?"

Speaking of this, Francis's calm seemed to be unable to be maintained anymore. On the clenched fist, the flames generated after the elements gathered had already appeared in a bright yellow color with high temperatures...

"Arrower...Arrower...I asked you to investigate for a few months and tell me that guy is in Nolan Village! Fucking the fuck... What's the result? When you do it, this bastard popped up without warning. Is this coincidence?!"

The uncovered anger made the three subordinates instantly wilted as if they were being passed by a breeding pig. The two or three layers of clothes were completely soaked in sweat. Such fear was really an unspeakable torment for them.

"Don't tell me the traitor among you! Otherwise how could he know everything--"
Chapter completed!