Seeing the priest tied to the tree, House knew that he had arrived.
He ignored the priest's wail and urged the horse to run along the village road towards the village.
Seeing House's arrival, people put down their farm work, stared at him warily, and followed him.
Arriving at the threshing floor, House dismounted, found a tenant farmer and started asking questions.
"What about the young man I spoke to this morning? Where is he?"
The man was silent, and more tenant farmers gathered. They took away House's horse and surrounded House.
"Listen, I'm not here to cause trouble. I want to see that young man..."
Before House finished speaking, a young voice sounded from outside the crowd.
"Mr. House, do you understand?"
"No, it has nothing to do with whether you understand or not... Your people assassinated the princess, and now it has caused a chain reaction. His son Harry Vince is cleaning up the city, and those who have nothing to do with it are also implicated."
The young man was stunned and said: "We do have a plan to assassinate the princess, but not today..."
House was stunned and slapped his forehead so hard that it left a slap mark on his forehead.
"Damn it, it was Selu who did it..."
"Selu? Is it Selu DeBeer? Ellen DeBeer's daughter?"
"yes!"
"That makes sense."
House stared at the young man in front of him blankly, waiting for the other party's explanation.
"Since Alan DeBeer is our leader, it is not surprising that Selu knew the details of this plan and its execution."
House was stunned. He didn't expect that Allen, who often boasted to him, would be the leader of the rebels.
The young man sighed and said: "But this plan is a suicidal plan, and Selu may have been sacrificed.
However, now that this arrow has hit the bullseye, it’s time for us to take action! "
The young man stared at House with fiery eyes and determination to win.
"So House, I'm inviting you again, do you want to join us?"
House wiped his face. He repeatedly considered the gains and losses, trying to find a balance between the justice in his heart and the life of his family.
He kept asking himself what he wanted, how long he wanted to survive, whether he should go back and continue to be the new princess's dog, or seize the opportunity and become the person he had been trying to suppress in his heart?
What is the point of running out on your own? Is it just so that someone can stop the new princess?
No, this world is about to change!
"Done!"
House shouted and took the young man's outstretched hand.
"Okay, my name is Hank Redor. It is not difficult to take Antler City. The difficult thing is how to defend it from the upcoming attack of the Kingdom of Hisoka.
For this, I need your strength! "
House was stunned, he hadn't even thought about such a far-reaching thing.
"Isn't it difficult? The suspension bridge has been raised. I don't even know the reason for going back."
Hank smiled and said, "We have our ways."
He said, greeting the excited tenant farmers around him: "Each person has a horse, and each of the seventeen villages will go to one of them. Let me tell you, we will gather at the starting point of the plan at three o'clock tomorrow morning!"
The tenant farmers dispersed in a flurry. They took the horses out from the barn, the stable, the farm, anywhere they could hide the horses, saddled them and hitched them to the carts.
Looking at the well-behaved people around him, House exhaled, and something surged in his body. After careful examination, he discovered that it was the passion he had suppressed for countless years.
"Hank, what's my mission?"
Hank took out a piece of paper, wrote and drew on Hans's saddle, and finally took out half a shoe, painted it with ink and pressed it on it.
"You try your best to get into the city and find these people according to the list. The incident happened suddenly and some of them may have been arrested, but it doesn't matter. The arrested ones will be ignored.
You take the remaining people to the Bell District in the southwest of the city, and make sure there are no people other than us near the city wall there.
If they don't believe you, show them this letter. "
House frowned as he read the letter.
"Going into town...ah, where are the priest's clothes and horse? Lend me someone else!"
Hank smiled and raised his hand to call a young man.
"Go put on the priest's clothes and follow House into the city."
"good!"
Antler City, Temple Square.
Schliemann successfully avoided being robbed by virtue of his identity as Bishop Scott.
The reason why the two of them came here was because Vivian had just seen Walter who had climbed into the parish wall.
Schliemann slammed the closed temple door, and it opened a crack.
After identifying himself with the priest who opened the door, he entered the temple and saw Scott, who was frowning.
"Oh, my beloved Bishop."
Scott waved his hand, and the two priests around him left. He stretched out his hand and shook it with Schliemann.
"Mr. Schliemann, why are you here?"
"It's really bad outside. I came here to take refuge. I hope you won't dislike it."
"You made the right choice. No matter how crazy they are, they don't dare to come to my place to go crazy."
"Oh, you are right. Once any soldiers want to interrogate us, we only need to show the innocence ticket you gave us, and they will not dare to continue harassing us.
But the chaotic situation still frightened my sister. She is very tired now. Do you have a place for her to rest here? "
Scott nodded, turned and walked towards the small door near the final hall.
"It seems that the supplies you need will have to be delayed. The old princess died too suddenly. Many of my priests have not returned from the villages in the diocese, and I don't have the manpower to deliver letters to them. Let them come back quickly."
"It doesn't matter. It won't be too late to wait until the incident subsides."
After passing through the small gate of the final hall, they arrived at the residential area behind the temple.
Here, there are separate residences for ordinary clergy and bishops, as well as a more splendid residence.
Schliemann judged that it should be used to entertain some important people, such as the old archbishop he heard who came a few days ago.
And the direction they were heading towards was this residence.
"Mr. Schliemann, I may not be able to collect the 100,000 silver coins we originally agreed on within the agreed time. However, I have a remedy plan."
A dark figure poked its head in the corner of the building, and Vivian immediately discovered that it was Walter. She coughed softly, trying to attract Schlieman's attention.
"Oh? Why?"
"All the income of our Diocese of Lujiao County in recent years has been turned into the Archbishop's palace. We are temporarily..."
Schliemann didn't notice Vivian's cough, which made her so anxious that she thought hard and finally got it.
She grabbed Schlieman, and under the puzzled looks of Schlieman and Scott, she clutched her chest, with a look of pain on her face, and fell down neatly.
Schliemann quickly grabbed Vivian and shook her while calling Vivian's name. It wasn't until the hand that was holding his arm pinched him hard that Schliemann finally understood what was going on. Something happened.
"Your Majesty Bishop, my sister's old illness has relapsed. Please lead the way quickly."
Scott looked nervous, said "Oh" twice, and quickly walked across the courtyard.
