Father Satuk boarded the public carriage. In the cramped and narrow space, a pair of eyes stared at him, full of doubts, calmness, displeasure and many other complex meanings.
There are people smoking in the carriage!
Father Satuk glanced at the man sitting by the window and smoking a pipe. He didn't say much, but stood at the boarding gate and observed the people in the carriage.
"What are you looking at! Why don't you quickly find a place to sit down! If there's no room available, just get up there!"
I don’t know who was taking the lead, and there was a chorus of agreement in the public carriage. It seemed that many people were angry at Father Saturk’s posture of standing still for a long time. After all, this was a waste of everyone’s time, and this place was not a comfortable environment in the first place. , no one wants to sit for one more second, but a person shows up. He wants to get on the bus but not, and wants to check but not. Who wouldn't be angry?
Father Satuk's ability to control his emotions was obviously good. He was not shaken by the constant dissatisfaction in the carriage. His eyes swept across the faces, and finally...
It landed on several figures in the corner behind.
After only a moment's pause, Father Saturk looked away, sat among the crowd, squeezed in, and winked at the men outside.
"Let's go!"
The policemen who understood the situation waved their hands to indicate that the public carriage could pass.
After saying thanks several times, the coachman standing behind the car shook the reins and controlled the two ponies to drag the heavy carriage forward, slowly entering the main road outside the city.
Several divine servants followed quietly. As soon as they moved, the knights who were ambushing in the woods also moved, following behind from a distance, taking their time.
Wow wow...
Amidst the snoring of the horses, the bushes on both sides of the road flickered slightly, and colorful shadows shuttled among them, closely following the knights.
The public carriage was going to Wellington Bridge Village in the south, taking the South Avenue, which was not the same direction as the carriage delivering porcelain to Watford City.
After walking a certain distance, Albert did not find the pursuer, so he took out a whistle from his arms, put it to his mouth and blew it.
drop--
drop--
"drive!"
"drive!"
Upon hearing the whistle, the knights immediately sped up, rushed forward, and stopped the public carriage in an open area.
Suddenly being stopped by so many knights in black armor, the passengers panicked, looking left and right, at a loss.
Father Satuk, who was sitting at the front, stood up and clapped his hands gently, "Everyone, I'm sorry to disturb your journey, but we have been ordered to find a few suspects and hope everyone will cooperate. Now... please proceed in order. car."
Facing the sharp sword, the unarmed passengers obviously had no room for resistance. They could only obey his orders, get out of the narrow carriage, and tremble to gather in the open space surrounded by the knights.
There are fewer and fewer passengers in the carriage, and soon...
It was the turn of a few figures in the back corner.
But they didn't move, their faces covered with scarves, their heads lowered, huddled in their thick coats.
"Sometimes, I think Father Marvey is very smart, and sometimes, I think he is stupid."
Father Satuk said in a calm voice: "How can you escape from our grasp with this simple method? Look at you, covered with dirty faces and leaving your hometown. Is this the truth you hope to get?"
He walked up to a few people and leaned down, "Now I will give you another way."
"As long as you name the other believers of the Church of Truth, even just one, you can avoid jail. Not only that, you will get a reward of 1 gold pound for every name you name."
"Such generous conditions are all due to the kindness of the goddess of health, Wilder..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Father Satuk lowered his head, looked at the short knife inserted deeply into his chest, and sighed.
Before he could speak, there was another handful...
Several short knives were inserted into his old body, and a man in the corner stood up suddenly. With a flash of cold light in his hand, the sharp blade ruthlessly cut Father Satuk's throat. However, no blood spurted out and the wound healed quickly.
"I have received the gift of Wilder, the goddess of health, and am immortal..."
Hiding his left hand behind his back, Father Satuk seemed to be disappointed with them. Just as he was about to order the knights to rush forward, he saw them taking out a black ball from under their coats, with a... Small fuse.
Father Satuk was shocked. Just as he was about to retreat, they grabbed his clothes. Several people rushed up and hugged Father Satuk, preventing him from moving.
Under the mask, the man stepped forward slowly, took out the flint, and lit the fuse.
"You deserve it, Father Satuk."
boom!
!
Amidst the loud noise, the public carriage exploded into pieces, violent flames shot out, and the strong aftermath shook the knights to their feet.
Children's cries, adults' screams, frightened horses, Albert's angry roar...
All sounds seemed to be drowned out by the explosion.
Albert, the leader of the knights who climbed up from the ground, ignored the severe pain radiating from all over his body. He suppressed the ringing in his ears and the swelling in his throat, and stumbled towards the burning carriage, trying to find Father Satuk. .
But where is Father Satuk on the carriage?
In fact, there were. Albert found a few scattered stumps. He bent down and picked up a severed arm. He looked at the gold ring on his finger and his face was extremely ugly.
In a place where he couldn't see, several black figures with outlines molding into the lake walked out of the gray fog. The chains tied up the light spots floating on the bodies of Father Satuk and others, and disappeared into the fog again.
Immortality is of course a lie.
The sharp blade may be useless against Father Sartuk who has been blessed by magic, but he is not invincible. The only way to recover the wound is when the user survives and power is continuously fed into the ring.
When the body is blown to pieces, magic...
Is it still useful?
This was Father Satuk's only flaw. He could never have imagined that the other party...
Even at the cost of his own life, he wanted to drag him to death with him.
What kind of fanatical believer is this? !
.............................
"David, is the person you are looking for reliable?"
In New Ross City, the city lord's residence, the fourth prince Arthur stood in front of the full-length mirror, put on a suit meticulously, looked at himself in the mirror, and asked without looking back: "The date of the action is today, I don't want to see Accident."
"Absolutely reliable."
Baron Bill, standing behind him, said: "I personally went to Darius Prison and brought up several death row inmates. They... were all people who had been labeled as heretics by the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny. These people are eager for a revenge. Opportunity."
"Whether it works or not, I think..."
"Our goal will definitely be achieved."
Arthur nodded slowly, turned around, and took the black tie from Baron Bill: "If the plan succeeds, then their next step will be to rush to Ungersar Prison in anger..."
"The Sword Comes"
