Part One Getting Involved Chapter Eleven Can't Die
Clovis's hands were soaked with sweat. He began to worry that he would not be able to hold the sword firmly.
He had never been so nervous before, and he didn't even know that his palms would become so sweaty when he was nervous.
In the eyes of most people, Duke Mrak has a high position, is smart and capable, and knows how to deal with the world. He is just a very respectable politician and minister. But he knows that even if he is galloping on the battlefield and taking the lead, the Duke will never do anything.
He will not be inferior to any general in the empire. In terms of skill, the Duke is definitely qualified to be among the top five in the empire.
The Duke had just given him and his men such an order - to ignore the person they really wanted to arrest, and as soon as the Duke took action, everyone would immediately focus on attacking the person whom the Duke was attacking.
He did not ask the Duke who was the person who needed to be dealt with in such a big scene. He absolutely believed in the Duke's judgment, and he was definitely an opponent beyond imagination.
This was the first time in his life that he faced a huge, unknown, and possibly dangerous thing that was beyond imagination. It completely exceeded his smooth, magnanimous and glorious life experience since birth. So he was nervous.
To, please, please, three distinct knocks on the door. The Duke called inside very kindly: "Mr. Sandro, I'm back again."
Clovis tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. The hilt, which was usually so close to the palm of his hand, seemed to have turned into a sweaty catfish. Clovis was very afraid that it would suddenly break out during the attack.
It slipped from his own hand.
The Duke turned his head, glanced at him, and said calmly: "Relax."
Only then did Clovis realize that his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Can't be nervous. Can't be nervous. Clovis repeatedly emphasized to himself and asked himself. In front of so many subordinates, what kind of person am I? I am the best, the strongest, the most potential, and the most capable.
How can a person be nervous? He is just going to capture a soldier, there is nothing to be nervous about. He goes over the Duke's plan in his mind over and over again, thinking about every step he should take, when and what posture to use, how
Speak calmly and then strike suddenly when the opponent is caught off guard...
The big wooden door creaked, and the person who opened the door was a young man in his twenties, with a pale face that lacked sunlight.
Looking at this face, Duke Mrak was a little surprised. When the doors were all opened and he saw the situation inside, Duke Mrak was even more surprised, even shocked.
And looking at this face that had made him toss and turn in the past two months and worry about him more than the most passionate lover, Clovis's eyes seemed to burst out with fire.
This is the man he met two months ago, the soldier who learned part of their plan, the man who is a hundred times more important than him in the eyes of his fiancée, the lowly pariah who made himself make mistakes one after another.
And now this pariah dared to appear openly and openly in front of him, looking at them like a group of unexpected uninvited guests.
In anger, he drew his sword. He wanted to punish the culprit who had despised him first. But as soon as the sword was unsheathed, he noticed something strange. Everyone else, including the Duke, put down their weapons.
Kneel down.
There was an open space inside the big house, and a carriage was parked there. There were two priests and an old man beside it.
This is a very thin old man. The two cheeks meet at the chin at a very flat angle, forming a very narrow face, which makes the originally small eyes appear very suitable. There is a layer of dark bags under the eyes, which looks like
He hadn't rested for a long time. The old man was wearing a set of pure white satin cassocks, with a cross embroidered with platinum silk on his chest, and a crown on his head that also had a cross inlaid with gems. This outfit exuded
Under the atmosphere, even the corpses in the room became solemn and solemn.
Clovis hurriedly put down his weapon, knelt down on one knee, and performed a standard blessing: "God is with you, Bishop Ronis."
"God is with everyone who believes in Him." Bishop Ronis showed a small smile on his thin face and motioned for everyone to get up.
"Your Majesty Duke, what are you doing?" Bishop Ronis asked, looking at the weapons on the ground.
The Duke was still able to keep his face straight, looked at Asa and said: "We just suspect that this young man is a fugitive, so we are going to take him back for questioning." He had already seen who the young man in front of him was, since the lame man can
You can pretend to have a hunchback, and of course you can pretend to have a face.
"Oh?" Bishop Ronis looked at Asa, his eyes like a pair of candles in the darkness, and asked: "Young man, in the name of God and your own honor, you are really a fugitive as he said.
?"
Asa shook his head: "No."
Bishop Ronis nodded, smiled, turned to the Duke and said: "He said he was not."
"Yes." The Duke nodded. Clovis's forehead was soaked in cold sweat.
"I think you may have some misunderstanding or make a mistake somewhere." Bishop Ronis helped the Duke draw a conclusion.
"Yes, we made a mistake." The Duke repeated. Next to him, Clovis's cold sweat was already flowing down his forehead.
"Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, there won't be any trouble in the future?" Bishop Ronis asked.
"Yes, there will be no more trouble," replied the Duke.
"You know, Duke, that I have no interest in military affairs or politics, and I don't have any interest in going there." The bishop said with emotion as if he was chatting with an old friend. "So I don't want anyone around me either.
People are involved. You have to know that this is the place where the Magic Academy belongs, and the people here are also people from the Magic Academy."
"Yes, please don't worry, Lord Bishop. We are leaving." The Duke said politely and gracefully like a gentleman who just walked into the wrong room.
After exiting the big house and disbanding the troops, Clovis said to the Duke: "The bishop designed it to let us in, and he deliberately protected that guy."
The Duke nodded. Bishop Ronis' carriage was not parked outside but was deliberately brought into the house. He was afraid that they would know it was not easy to take action after seeing the carriage and retreat temporarily. Only when they were ready to take action could they talk to death.
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Strictly speaking, the bishop has no real power. He can neither adjust taxes nor mobilize soldiers. But even if he is as powerful as the emperor, he will never dare to fool him. Since he said he does not want that
No matter what trouble the soldier has, he really can't have any trouble.
Clovis felt that the end of the matter was reached.
The Duke asked him: "Do you think the soldier will tell the bishop everything?"
Clovis shook his head: "I don't know, what do you think?"
The Duke also shook his head: "I don't know either. It seems that I have to ask him himself."
"How to ask?" Clovis was puzzled.
"That's just the question." The Duke said calmly.
Clovis still didn't quite understand, but looking at the Duke's calm expression, he felt that things would still become clear.
The Duke said: "From a certain point of view, there are only three kinds of people in the world. One is a person who has nothing to do with you. You don't need to care about that kind of person, and you don't need to pay attention to it. The other kind is your enemy.
You can't have too many people like this. Once there are people, they must be eradicated." He looked at Clovis. "But what should you do if there is an enemy that you can't deal with?"
"Use all my strength and all methods to defeat him." Clovis frowned heroically and said with fighting spirit. He was already thinking about how to go about it and explained it to the bishop afterwards.
The Duke shook his head with some disappointment: "You should find a way to turn him into the third kind of person - a friend. The more such people the better. Especially people you can't deal with."
"Friend?" Clovis seemed to hear the word for the first time.
At noon that day, just after Bishop Ronis left for a while, the servants of the Duke's Palace sent a letter to Asa.
The letter was written by the Duke himself, and the words were sincere. The main idea was that he was actually very grateful to Asa for saving his two daughters. However, due to some unavoidable reasons, there was some misunderstanding. He is now worried about the previous misunderstanding between the two parties.
I feel very sorry. There are many detailed reasons and it is not convenient to explain in a letter. The Duke will send a carriage to pick him up tonight to apologize to him in person at his residence.
Asa read the letter over and over again, still unable to decide whether to go or not. He was afraid that as soon as he sat down, dozens of guards would suddenly rush out and chop him into pieces on the spot, or eat a piece of something and drink it.
A mouthful of water immediately caused his intestines to rupture and bleed from seven holes. So he asked Sandro: "Do you think it will be dangerous if I go?"
"Danger." Sandro buried his head in sorting the corpse. "He will put a knife on your neck and force you to marry his daughter." He stretched out his hand. "Give me the saw."
"If that's the case, I will definitely introduce you to him." Asa handed him the saw. But this is also an opportunity to find out the truth of the matter. What is the misunderstanding? What happened to what I reported? How is Xiaoyi now?
Already?
"It's better to go." Asa finally decided. He hated the feeling of having something unresolved in his heart. He liked the mantra of an old dwarf in his hometown who often walked around his house: Even if it's a load of shit.
, you should also eat it, don't let it lie in front of you and bother you.
"Go and introduce me?" Sandro lowered his head and worked hard to saw the legs of a corpse, making a creaking sound.
"Yes." Asa raised the letter and flicked it to the sun, hoping that a hint would fall from the paper.