"The city lord's order is passed! Starting from 9 o'clock tonight, the whole city will be curfew! Martial law! Martial law!"
As the rider shouted loudly, the galloping unicorn horse galloped past, and passers-by on the street hurriedly avoided the horses and riders, fearing that they would be hit.
Watching the rider's shouting and scolding gradually disappearing on the corner of the street, Old Dave threw a pickled kiwi into his mouth and chewed it hard. Yin's eyes became even more gloomy, and he was thinking about bad ideas.
"Boss, I finally got into the city and was martial law. What should I do? Is it still possible?" The subordinates on the side slowly moved up and squatted down on the street corner with Dave.
"..." Dave did not answer, but stared at the passers-by on the street with a somewhat obscene look.
A middle-aged woman dressed in a housewife noticed Dave's gaze, and carefully tidied up the basket in her arms, and then shook the dirty clothes with a somewhat contemptuous look. Dave, who was dressed in a porter, walked away without looking back.
Looking at the round buttocks twisted under the thin dress, Old Dave swallowed and wiped his unshaven chin with some regrets. He felt a little regretful. When they came in this time, their goal was to do a big deal while the Duke left, instead of messing around with the trouble of dying under the peony flowers.
"Damn it..." Thinking of this, the only old Dave who was depressed in his heart cursed fiercely. With the Adam's apple, a mouthful of thick phlegm flew to the ground. "The news I finally got from the intelligence dealer is that the Duke wants to celebrate the emperor's birthday. If you continue to be so cowardly, you might as well break up!"
"So what to do next?" Old Dave's accomplices did not hesitate. For those of them, the outlaws who were licking blood on their heads, what was the mere city ban? It's just that once the city ban was released, there would be no chance to start at night.
However, these old Daves also considered it. He had a brief calculation about the powerful strength of more than a dozen middle- and high-level swordsmen and an intermediate mage in the thieves' group, and couldn't help but sneer.
Old Dave stood up and put the tattered fish-skin hat in his hand on his head. "We are all wanted criminals on the Duke's Mansion. After so many years of life, they were all destroyed by the new model army who went into the mountains to suppress bandits. The new and old hatreds were added together. Since Yiwen Ian's little bastard doesn't let us live well, then don't blame us for fighting with him to fight to the death!" Turning around and walking deep into the alley where he was standing, the figures of the group gradually became blurred, and the voice also became low. "Since it's meaningless to continue staying because of the rebels, then act in advance. It's troublesome to deal with a truck of cargo, but it's not a waste of time..."
"...it's all night...it's just waiting for the night..."
At dusk, in Yiwen Ian's previous life, people from an Eastern country thought this was a cursed moment, and all the ghosts and monsters rushed to the streets, hundreds of ghosts walked at night, and the "moment of meeting the demons" that attracted the soul and snatched the soul.
For some reason, looking at the deep drunken red sky outside the window, Yiwen Ian suddenly remembered this allusion.
I couldn't help but want to complain that I had too much contact with the subculture, and Ian felt a little worried. The first few days of Feldnan's departure seemed very peaceful. Except for the further execution of the Crescent Noble and the prisoner of the officers, everything was normal.
But what Yiwen Ian is most worried about is this "normal".
Not finding "exceptions" does not mean there is no "exception", but the "exceptions" hide themselves.
They are waiting for an opportunity - a moment of meeting the demons, waiting for a horn to ring and rush out from their lurking dark corners. At that time, the demons danced around. After Feldnan left, it would be really difficult to deal with such a situation.
So Yiwen Ian did his best - taking advantage of the opportunity of searching for the rebellious organizations of the Crescent Moon and the Eternal Rebellion, the military constitutional officer who directly belonged to Yiwen Ian, worked with Bai Ya, to build a plank road openly and cross Chencang secretly, plowed all the suspicious places and lifted them up to the sky.
However, although the unimportant small characters were caught many, they did not find the person they wanted to find the most.
From the perspective of an opponent, the new commander on the church, like Edishir, is an opponent worth looking forward to, but in the current situation, it is difficult for people to laugh it off calmly.
Not to mention the people who created the corpse golem that Ivan Ian cares the most.
These people are the people Yiwen Ian really cares about. At first, he thought that those corpse golems were new fashions created by the nobles of the New Moon, but after later evidence collection and search, he realized that the facts were far from that simple.
If the clues left by the church and the species of immortality that had to shrink their actions under his continuous suppression could leave a vague outline in Yiwen Ian's heart, then this sudden corpse golem that emerged more like a group of small characters who suddenly emerged from the mist.
Yiwen Ian didn't know who the other party was and what their purpose was.
No matter how powerful the church and the immortal seed are, it is controllable, but for the threat in the fog, it is no wonder whether it is the emergence of a system of continuous enhancement mobile weapons for the entire field, or the use of huge human-type biological weapons for the battle of the Gospel Apostles. In a sense, it is an existence that is more worrying than Schrödinger's cat box.
So instead of waiting for the other party to prepare and move the whole body, it is better to intentionally create negligence and lead the snake out of the hole.
At least in this way, you can still deal with it while you are prepared.
Standing by the window of the bookstore on the third floor of the Duke's Mansion, holding the black tea filled with Eofeta, Yiwen Ian looked at the slow dusk and muttered silently in his heart—
"When you meet a demon, when you seal the demon..."
The bodies transported from outside were neatly arranged in a row in the church's corpse room.
The dim and cold stone room was lit with spirit comfort lamps at this time. The little fairy-like feather lamp slowly fluttered above the coffin. The bright light of the holy candle shone the details of the corpse in the coffin to a slightest.
After the internal organs of the corpse that had been treated with magic were cut off, they were piled up randomly. The spleen and stomach were intertwined, and the broken intestines and ribs were mixed with the lungs. They were colorful and looked very disgusting. Kate just took a quick look and couldn't help but want to close his eyes, cover his mouth, and feel stomach up and down.
"Calm down, breathe slowly, don't hold your breath, calm your mood." However, the Paladin in front of Kate squatted beside the corpse with a calm expression, gently reminding Kate to focus on the body of the judge who was sent back by Yiwen Ian, and carefully examine the trauma and damage on the body.
"Previous Judge Esdes..." Kate was not a recruit who had seen the corpse. After a little discomfort, he adapted to the terrifying scene in front of him. "You said you wanted to see from the corpse golem to see if you could find signs about the corpse thieves... Are you getting anything now?"
"Well..." The woman with long hair lowered her head, her dazzling silver hair was tied into a bunch, and she fell softly from her neck. When she heard Kate's words, she thought for a moment, then pondered, and pulled her fingers out of the body.
Her slender and white fingertips were still dripping with anticorrosion liquid mixed with bile. However, in the beautiful and strange scenery, the most prominent part was a small piece of black metal.
"...It seems that there is no gain. The people who handle the corpse are very skillful and the corpse is handled very cleanly..."
Although both women, Asdes, who stood up, was about one head taller than Kate. As the highest-ranking presiding judge among the Sun Judges, Asdes naturally had a sensation of being the superior.
The momentum is as if no one else.
Then, looking at the bullet fragments in his hand, the smile on Esdes' face turned redder: "But compared to those guys in the Yin ditch, I am more interested in Ivan Ian you mentioned - and there seem to be many good guys around him..."
"What kind of persons who can be recognized by Andrewson and Abel are like? I really want to see..."
Not caring about other subordinates standing around him, the tall woman stood with her hips on her hips as if no one was around, smiling, discarding the lead blocks in her hand—
"But whoever he is will surrender to the glory of God and the iron hoof of the Holy Tribunal!"
Amid the woman's wanton laughter, Kate slowly leaned over with the other judges behind him, knelt on one knee, and buried his head deeply.
"May the glory of the gods purify this dirty world!".
The night was like a beast, slowly swallowing the city. People lit candles in the belly of the beast, and the firefly-like lights were like pairs of eyes, in the dark, sending a faint peek into the world under the night. Because of the curfew, after nine o'clock, only patrol officers and soldiers were soon left on the streets, and even the auxiliary defensemen selected from the citizens were ordered to be prohibited from traveling.
As a small serviceman at the train station, Rice yawned a big yawn and looked out through the lights on the platform.
Noting that Rice's sight was the first time, the new model soldier passing by was patrolling reached out and knocked on the window glass of the duty room, showing a kind smile.
Through the window, Les raised the cup in his hand: "Do you want to come in and have a cup of tea?"
However, the unknown soldier just shook his head, then tightened his thick military coat, as if he was looking at the other two servicemen who were sleeping on the bed with a quilt covered by Les, frowned, and walked away.
Seeing the sentry's back leaving, Les put down his cup with regret and stood up.
Blood dripped from the long sword drawn from under the table.
The small duty room has been defiled by the smell of human blood.