Perhaps it was because the carriage carrying precious belongings was slowing down, or perhaps it was to show the majesty of the Holy See after calmly passing through the crowd and avoid giving people the feeling of fleeing. Therefore, after the Holy See motorcade left the city gate,
The speed hasn't increased much.
"The education in Meiding City is very poor." In the comfortable and luxurious carriage, the special envoy had a frosty face.
"That's what you said!" The county bishop, who was sitting opposite the special envoy, bowed respectfully, without any expression of shame on his face, and said calmly: "I feel guilty for such a serious incident against the Holy See in Meding City. However,
, if you want to find out the reason.”
The county bishop sat up straight and smiled slightly at the envoy's gaze: "I think this is all the result of Father Joseph's dishonesty in serving the Holy Father and neglect of his duties in Medin City Church."
The special envoy stared into the county bishop's eyes, slowly raised a satisfied smile on his lips, and nodded. The county bishop also smiled and nodded.
In just two sentences, the two of them had already reached a tacit understanding.
Although what happened today did not turn into a riot, it was of a very serious nature to the Holy Religion. Once they are held accountable, they will definitely bear responsibility.
Although both of them knew exactly what the cause of the matter was, the envoy was unwilling to admit that the cause of the matter was related to the people he brought, and the county bishop was naturally unwilling to offend him and Galas. Therefore, it was natural that
, the scapegoat became Father Joseph of Medina.
This is a matter of killing two birds with one stone. Sacrificing a small-town priest who has no backing and is not very popular will not only make the relationship between the county bishop and the envoy more harmonious, but at the same time, it can also give a gift to the bishop who is popular next to the West End.
Gallas a favor.
As for the truth that the entire city of Medin knows. In the Holy See, no one cares about that. Neither the Bishop of the West District nor Archbishop Lullian will seek the truth. They only need to know who should bear the responsibility for such a shameful thing.
It's just anger.
"So," after a moment, the special envoy asked: "About those civilians."
"The troops are in panic," the county bishop raised the curtains and looked at the receding scenery outside the window, and said lightly: "Some people died and some people disappeared. Since they dare to besiege the church, it proves that they already regard the Holy Father as a
Kill the enemy. Such people should go to hell."
The special envoy nodded and saw the county bishop waving his hand to an aide and whispering instructions, then interjected: "Do things neatly and neatly, don't be too anxious."
After a while, the deacon, escorted by a Vatican guard, turned his horse's head and galloped towards Meding City.
Seeing the motorcade getting further and further away, Roy ducked into the woods beside the road.
"Boy, do you want to kill them?" As soon as his fingers touched the handle of the Ax of Judgment, the voice of the dwarf ax spirit came to his mind.
"Can you know what's going on in my head?"
Roy took out the bow from the ring and put a pot full of arrows on his back. He took off his coat, put on a tight leather armor, put on a pair of safari spiked boots suitable for running in the jungle, and tied them tightly.
trouser legs.
"You have too many twists and turns in your mind, and I don't have that ability," the dwarf said, "but the murderous aura in you can be smelled ten miles away."
"Should that guy be killed?" Roy finished fiddling with his clothes, covered his face with a bronze mask he had prepared long ago, and stood up.
"Deserves to be killed!" The dwarf's voice came out from between his teeth, filled with coldness.
"Then kill!" Roy roared angrily, kicked his foot, and jumped out like an arrow. After three steps, his speed had increased to the extreme.
In the sun-dappled jungle, he looked like a galloping black panther!
"what to do?"
After rushing out of the city gate, the seven or eight mercenaries all set their sights on the leader, a fourth-level mercenary.
To be honest, the reason why everyone rushed out was based on a sense of righteous indignation. But if they really want to turn against the convoy heading towards the Holy See and use knives, even if they are a group of desperadoes who have been licking blood with their knives all year round, they can't help but feel uneasy.
Not to mention that there are three knights and twelve Holy See guards in the Holy See convoy, it is impossible to kill them all. Even if not, attacking the Holy See convoy is an extremely serious crime. Although everyone usually does hard work, but this
This kind of thing has never been done.
"Gone." The fourth-level mercenary muttered to himself in confusion as he looked along the avenue, not seeing Roy who had already dodged into the jungle.
After a moment, he turned around, his eyes swept across the faces of a group of men who didn't know each other at first, and said: "Since everyone has left the city, they must not be able to hold back this bad breath like me. Even if we can't kill Jiajia
The Rasna dog... can at least make him suffer a little."
As he said this, the sturdy man with a beard took out a simple sheepskin map and said to everyone: "The convoy is going back to Lawrence City, where the Bishop of the West District is located. From here to Lawrence City, the only way is to go north.
This road. Let’s take a small path and give them a ride here!”
The mercenaries put their heads together, looked at the map, and found that the place pointed by the fourth-level mercenary was a canyon that the convoy must pass through.
Everyone quickly understood the meaning of level four mercenaries.
"You mean, let's take the path up the mountain, and then..." Everyone's eyes flashed with excitement.
"Smash these... bastards with rocks, and let out a bad breath! They are at the bottom of the mountain, and we are on the mountain. By the time they come up, we will be far away!" the fourth-level mercenary said hehey, "Do you want to do it or not?"
"Dry!"
"Walk!"
The area where Meiding City is located is a hilly area. It is surrounded by dense forests and numerous rivers and lakes.
Due to terrain restrictions, the roads leading from Meiding City to other cities are rarely more than one kilometer straight. They basically wind along the valley bottoms between the hillsides. Sometimes in order to bypass a road that is only twenty or thirty meters high.
The hillside also turned a big bend, doubling the length of the road.
Moreover, when it comes to roads, in fact, except for the gravel roads near the city, most of them are dirt roads that have been trampled by many vehicles and pedestrians over time. It is usually fine. When it rains, every step is muddy.
The carriage could only move forward along the deep wheel marks.
Because the road was difficult to navigate, after leaving Meding City, after walking for about half an hour, the speed of the Holy See motorcade slowed down again.
Especially the few carriages transporting valuable goods are not much faster than passing through the crowds in the Medin City Square.
Roy took a shortcut straight through the forest and easily caught up with the convoy. However, because it was close to Meding City and there were many passers-by on the road, he did not choose to take action. Instead, he took advantage of the dense jungle and bushes on the roadside.
Cover and follow the convoy silently.
Sometimes, the distance between him and the convoy was only four or five meters, and the voices of people talking in the convoy could be heard clearly.
Amidst the grunting of wheels and the sound of horse hooves, the convoy stopped on a gentle slope between two hills.
"Damn it!"
Seven or eight Holy See guards grumbled and jumped off their horses, helping the coachman to push the carriage upwards. The draft horse pulling the carriage rushed forward amidst the shouts of the coachman, sweating profusely.
Due to limited manpower, we could only push one vehicle up the gentle slope one by one. Therefore, when the first vehicle went up, the carriages behind had to stop and wait.
Everyone in the convoy dismounted and waited on the roadside for some fresh air. Even Galas, who had been nesting in the carriage, came out and stood beside the envoy and the county bishop, chatting and laughing.
In the dark forest, Roy stopped. Through the gaps in the leaves, he stared at Galas's face in the sun.
Speaking of which, Galas's face is dignified and handsome. Not only does he not look vicious, but he has a rather aristocratic temperament. However, no matter how polite he looks on the outside, his eyes flash with ferocious gazes like wild beasts from time to time.
, still exposed his true nature.
"Deacon Gallas, you are too reckless."
The conversation on the roadside turned to what had just happened. The special envoy smiled and tapped Gallas lightly with his finger, making a look of resentment.
"If you want to deal with a few untouchables, why bother to do it yourself and send them to the court for any charge and not let you deal with them?"
The county bishop on the side also nodded in agreement.
"For such a trivial matter, just tell me the deacon. Although the Holy See's power in the Solan Empire is not as strong as in Pompeii and Feili, it is still easy to manipulate a few civilians."
"That's what the two adults said." Galas nodded humbly, but there was a fierce look in his eyes: "However, I still prefer to solve things like this with my own hands. It wouldn't be so enjoyable if it were done by others!
"
"Next time you have a good time, your hands and feet should be cleaner. Don't be like this time. If things get serious, the Bishop of the West District will not look good on his face."
The special envoy said, looked at each other with the county bishop, gently patted the shoulder of the popular deacon in front of the bishop, and said with a smile: "We will put the blame on Father Joseph. The county bishop has asked Joseph to deal with it.
That woman’s family.”
Galas's eyes lit up and he laughed.
Joseph, the priest of Medin City Church, is considered a marginal figure in the Lulian West Church.
This man's ambitions are not small, but his abilities are not outstanding. Relying on his relationship with the former county bishop, he stumbled into the position of priest of the church in Medin City.
Since the former county bishop died of illness a few years ago, Joseph has been completely pushed to the fringes of the Western Church. The current county bishop has long wanted to get rid of this guy and replace him with his own. But in the past two years, Joseph has kept his tail between his legs.
If you don't make mistakes, you will never find an opportunity.
Since there is no chance, then create an opportunity.
For Joseph, who carefully wanted to please the county bishop and find a new backing, even if he was not happy with the county bishop's instructions, he did not dare to disobey him. But obviously, once he made a move on Anna's family, the county bishop was
He will never admit it. He will naturally bear the blame.
After all, the matter in Meiding City cannot be covered up. Whether it is the Bishop of the Western District or Archbishop Lullian, they both need a punching bag and an explanation when the noble lords pursue the case.
Knowing that the two people in front of him were selling favors to him, Galas naturally wanted to appreciate the favor, and then said with a sinister smile: "You are causing trouble to these two adults."
"It's not really a trouble," the special envoy waved his hand and said lightly, "A group of flies only dared to curse a few times, how dare they openly attack the Holy See?"
Since he was deliberately sending favors to Galas, the county bishop also agreed: "Even if you look at the crowds in the Medin City Square, even if you walked among them, no one would dare to do something to you."
When they said this, the smiles on the faces of the county bishop and the envoy were as warm as the spring breeze. However, before the county bishop finished speaking, in the forest behind them, Roy, who had already drawn his bow and arrow, roared like a monster.
The sound solidified the smiles on their faces.
"It's time to wake up from your dream!"
"Who?" The envoy and the county bishop were suddenly startled and turned back.
"you guess!"
At the moment when the special envoy and the county bishop suddenly turned back, "whoosh", several hair-raising arrows pierced the air. The four long arrows shot from the mountains were like four bolts of lightning, tearing the air and wiping the air.
Looking at their faces, they glanced at their sharply contracted pupils.
Both of them had cuts on their faces that hurt.
Then, they saw four ghostly feathered arrows, with a cold frost-like light under the sun, piercing through the hands and feet of Galas with incomparable accuracy.
Four bright red blood flowers bloomed in full bloom! The unsuspecting Galas was sent flying by the powerful sharp arrow, and was nailed to the ground!
"Enemy attack!" the knights' cries echoed amidst Garas's shrill screams.
However, before they could activate the battle ring, Roy's right hand, which waved the bowstring, drew a circular phantom in the void. White-feathered arrows jumped from the quiver to the gaps between his fingers, following the clanking of the bowstring.
The vibrating sound was like a life-seeking poisonous bee that rushed out of the dense forest.
Whoosh, seven or eight feather arrows flew through the void, pierced into the buttocks of two draft horses that were going uphill, and cut the ropes pulled by the draft horses.
This was the fourth truck loaded with heavy goods that the Holy See guards pushed uphill. Behind this vehicle were two gorgeous Holy See carriages and a crowd of people standing on the road behind.
The arrow rain with erratic and messy trajectories, the broken rope, the frightened draft horse, the carriage that slipped out of control. Everything in the field of vision instantly formed the vicious, deep, and deliberate look of the attacker in the forest in the minds of everyone in the Holy See.
Long time planned.
"Get out of the way!"
The three Holy See knights roared wildly, trying to stop what was about to happen.
However, a white-tailed arrow flew faster than their voice.
It shot out of the forest with a swish, flew through the void, pierced into the vest of a Vatican guard beside the car, and shot him to the ground.
Immediately, the wheels of the carriage rushing down the slope at high speed ran over the body of the guard, and the whole thing rolled into the air. The body of the carriage, the broken axle, and the goods on the city covered the sky in an instant.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise. Two gorgeous carriages were smashed to pieces.
The five or six people beside the carriage didn't even have time to say a word before they were buried alive by the overwhelming amount of goods falling down from the sky.
A pure gold cross half as tall as a man fell in front of the envoy and the county bishop.
There was no trace of color on the county bishop's face.
The special envoy turned his head with a livid face, looked at the dense forest, and pointed with his hand.
"Kill the archers in the woods!"
As he said this, the envoy, whom no one had ever seen before, quickly took a hand seal and released a battle-accelerating halo onto the three Holy See knights.
"The magician!"
The knights of the Holy See were refreshed, roared, drew their swords and rushed toward the forest.
Everyone knew that no matter who the person in the forest was, with his superb archery skills, the only chance of survival was to get close to him.