Part One Involvement Chapter Sixteen The Imperial Envoy
After discussing with the villagers how to report the situation to the imperial envoy, Rodhart and Asa went to the cabin where the imperial envoy was detained and met the imperial envoy minister.
"Knight Rodhart greets you, my lord." As soon as he entered the room, Rodhart knelt down and performed the knight's etiquette. His tone was also ups and downs, as if he was singing an opera.
The Imperial Envoy is a middle-aged man with fair skin and neat appearance. He is rich and has the appearance of a weakling. At a glance, he can tell that he is an aristocrat. People with this kind of appearance are common in the royal capital at night, usually with women or men in their arms.
Sometimes they would be carried in and out of luxurious carriages and in and out of brightly lit mansions and courtyards. This kind of person usually has a characteristic. Even if his hands and feet are on the woman's body, his expression is usually one of uprightness in performing national duties.
And now the imperial envoy is even more pious. He is kneeling in the center of the hut with his eyes closed and praying. It seems that the identity of the prisoner does not panic him much. His clothes are still neat and his expression is solemn and solemn, as if he is in a prison.
Inside the luxurious cathedral. He did not react in any way to Rodhart's words, still focusing on praying with his eyes closed. Rodhart also knelt there motionless. Asa stood at the door and looked at them inexplicably.
Finally, the imperial envoy slowly opened his eyes, as if he had finished praying.
"We are here to rescue you." Rodhart said, still kneeling. He was completely impressed by this gentleman's magnanimity. He could be so calm and pray so devoutly in such an environment.
, it can be seen how firm the belief in his heart is and how extraordinary his magnanimity is. It is indeed the demeanor that a great man should have.
"I know." The Imperial Envoy looked at the kneeling Rodhart compassionately like a master of prophecy under his control. "As a servant of God, I have always believed that I will not be affected by those lowly gangsters.
Any harm caused to him. God will definitely come to save those who believe in him.”
He stood up and walked over to help Rodhart up and said: "This knight, you came here under the guidance of God. You must be a person with an infinite sense of justice and a very pious person to God.
Yeah?"
Rodhart nodded hurriedly: "Yes. I am ready to dedicate my life to light and justice."
"How is the situation outside? Have you eradicated all those gangsters?" The imperial envoy looked at him with approving eyes of a hero.
"The thing is like this..." Rodhart was very excited and embarrassed to receive the attention of the Imperial Envoy. "Those are not gangsters, they are..."
After listening to Rodhart's statement, the imperial minister was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, his face quickly calmed down, and he nodded and said: "Okay, regarding everything you said, I will definitely wait until I return to the city.
We will investigate and deal with it carefully.”
"Thank you, Your Excellency. You are truly as noble as a messenger of God in the eyes of the people." Rodhart was so grateful that he almost cried.
"That's natural." The imperial envoy nodded gracefully, taking the praise calmly. "As His Majesty's envoy and a servant of God, I naturally have to do my best to uphold justice. When I patrol everywhere, I always pay attention to blasphemy.
God's pagans and bandits who disturb the stability of the empire have never shown mercy. But if there are devout believers and law-abiding citizens who have been wronged, I must give them justice."
"You are so great." Rodhart felt that he had found his idol. "I will escort you back to the city right now."
The Imperial Envoy nodded as if he was agreeing to someone else's request. Rodhart immediately bent down and respectfully escorted him away from the cabin where he was being held. From the beginning to the end, the Imperial Envoy never looked at Asa who was beside him.
One glance.
Outside the house, they saw the imperial envoy coming out. All the villagers came together and knelt down to salute the imperial envoy. This was Rodhart's strong suggestion. Thinking that he could go home safely and continue his life, the villagers also
They all seemed extremely respectful.
The imperial envoy nodded with a posture and momentum that befitted his status. He looked like it was natural and smiled graciously.
Rodhart had already brought his horse over and prepared it. He asked the imperial envoy to get on the horse and sit down, and he would lead the horse and escort him back to the city.
All the villagers stood together and watched Rodhart and the Imperial Envoy go away. Thinking of that gifted smile, they probably had a very promising wish, and they couldn't help but get a little excited. They all felt that this Imperial Envoy was probably really good.
He is a good person, and a person who has studied a lot of knowledge probably does have a very kind heart.
For Asa, this matter was completely inexplicable from beginning to end. But fortunately, the matter was resolved, and now there are people here who are familiar with this forest. He first found the hunter Levin, who should be the most familiar with this forest.
But after listening to his question, Hunter Levin shook his head blankly.
Asa was almost desperate. A kind of futile anger welled up in his heart. If Chris appeared in front of him now, he would definitely punch her both eyes with bruises, and then scold her.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, you have to pretend to understand and make a mess by talking nonsense.
The key is that now she is still holding the book and has followed the caravan designated by her father to nowhere. She can't even find someone to translate it again. Thinking of this, she also remembered that she was frightened by the dozen silver coins.
, I couldn’t help but feel extremely regretful. If I hadn’t been so anxious at the time, I might have searched more in the library, and maybe there would have been some clues.
Greed for money is the first of all evils. He remembered a complaint often made by an old pastor in his hometown. Now he had a strange sense of identity.
"There is only a forest here, and there is no forest like you said." A voice that was not very clear said from the side. Asa turned his head and looked over. It was the old man who claimed that he had never seen a fair man in his life.
The old man's toothless mouth made a sound of leaking wind: "There is a forest deep in the south of this forest, which is the Forest of Turning Back. People want to turn back when they look at it. There is no such thing as a forest to talk about..."
Hunter Levin seemed to have been reminded, and nodded and said: "Yes, I remember, there is a strange forest there, and even the wild beasts don't run into it, so I haven't been in it. But it seems that it often happens in recent times."
Some soldiers in the city used the grassland outside the forest as a cemetery, and I sometimes saw them burying corpses there."
"What kind of forest is that?" Asa felt that there seemed to be some clues and asked. "Why do you want to turn back after seeing it? Why didn't I hear about it when I was asking around in the city?"
Hunter Levin shook his head and said: "That forest doesn't feel very comfortable to people. The locals don't like to get close to it. And that forest... feels... it feels like..." He frowned, very
I searched hard for a suitable metaphor in my mind, but shook my head. Probably because of my level, I still couldn't find a suitable modification. "Like..., it's just weird, I don't even want to think about it.
"He suddenly became excited. "By the way, he is just like a very annoying person, and you have absolutely nothing to do with him, so you don't even want to think about it."
Asa frowned and repeated his words: "Like a nuisance? Don't think about it?" This metaphor of the forest was difficult to grasp.
"Well...that feels like..." Hunter Levin frowned again and pondered in his poor vocabulary, trying to find another metaphor to modify it. Asa was afraid that the more metaphors he used, the harder it would be to understand, so he hurriedly said
: "It doesn't matter, just ask you to take me there tomorrow."
"Brother Rhodes is back." A child shouted outside. The villagers ran out to hear the results he brought back from the city.
Rodhart was surrounded by people, like a child who had seen a victory in a country game and ran back to report. His face was full of joy and he couldn't wait to shout to everyone: "The Imperial Envoy has already said that we will all be called at noon tomorrow."
Let's all assemble on the meadow on the east side of the forest. He will come with the magistrate and publicly announce that he will pardon everyone for their actions and exempt us from taxes."
The crowd burst into cheers.
"I said there is justice in this world, how about it? Everyone believes it?" Rodhart looked around, happily preaching the victory of his belief. Everyone was immersed in their own joy, and no one cared.
what did he say.
But the old man who was talking to Asa didn't seem very happy, and he also heard Rodhart's words clearly. He shook his head, and seemed to be talking to himself: "I have lived for seventy years."
I've never seen anything like that." He turned to Asa and emphasized, "Seventy years old." Asa nodded quickly.
"That's where the Lost Forest is," the old man said to Asa. The words coming out of his calm mouth were vague and hesitant, as if a fortune teller was explaining an ominous divination.