From Roddy's point of view, Sally's reaction was very strange. But what was strange was that he didn't think that his sentence would cause any problems.
There was a moment of silence. Roddy waited for a full three seconds, only to find that Sally just stared at him blankly without any response.
After a long sentence was broken, the two sentences before and after might represent completely different meanings. And obviously, when Sally heard the sentence "I don't want to lose you", her mind obviously went blank for a moment. As a result, the second half of the sentence "you are a friend" was directly missed …
This feeling, to others, was no different from Roddy unknowingly giving a "nice guy card", but Sally unconsciously took it as a "confession".
Thump … thump …
Her heart was beating so fast that she could hear it herself. Sally had completely forgotten the answer that she originally thought of.
"I … I … I mean, that —"
It was not until a few seconds later that she opened her mouth to say something, but then she felt that she had become a clumsy and ridiculous stuttering. When her eyes swept around in panic, she then remembered that she was in a church, and she was … a nun.
Such a fact suddenly froze her inexplicable excitement as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.
Her relationship with Roddy had always been separated by a layer of paper, but at this time, Roddy's words were basically equivalent to "clarifying" their relationship … But it was precisely because of this that the rule of "nuns are not allowed to marry for the rest of their lives" suddenly suddenly pressed down like a mountain.
If she didn't give up her identity as a "Rose Cross" Holy Cathedral, then it was destined that nothing would happen between her and Roddy. Thinking of this, her originally radiant little face suddenly dimmed, like a wilted flower in the sun. After thinking for a long time, she replied in a low voice, "I … I accept your apology, actually I …"
After exchanging a few words, the original "misunderstanding" quickly disappeared, but the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere from before directly faded, as if the two of them had resumed the slightly distant communication when they were escaping.
Roddy didn't feel too much. His "destined to be alone for the rest of his life" characteristic prevented him from thinking about other things. He even felt very happy at this moment because Sally had forgiven him. In the future, this daughter of Duke and the Dukes Of Angmar could possibly become powerful backers …
In a good mood, he looked around and pretended to confess something in a low voice. However, he was actually asking Sally about Francis and the celebration.
"Francis' men will definitely take action …"
"I've prepared two groups of mercenaries …"
"… Viceroy Rubens seems to have an idea as well. He said that many heretics tried to assassinate him along the way."
Although the information obtained from the "Pig's Head Bar" was miscellaneous, it was after all not as accurate as the information obtained by Sally's special tracking team. In just a few minutes, Roddy had obtained a large amount of accurate data about Francis and his men. However, after asking, Roddy found that Sally in front of him seemed to be in a low mood. He asked curiously, "Are you alright? Are you not feeling well? "
Sally shook her head and smiled a little reluctantly. She said, "I will also stand on the stage the day after tomorrow. Francis will probably take action at that time, and this is the only chance I have to tell him."
"It will be a chaotic battle. You have to be careful. By the way, is there any news from the Ducal Palace?"
Roddy didn't directly talk about the antidote, so he just wanted to ask in a roundabout way.
"What news?"
Sally was a little puzzled. Seeing that she didn't know anything, Roddy guessed that the old Duke hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't ask further. He shook his head and said, "Nothing, just asking."
At this point, the conversation fell into a short silence. Both of them were thinking about their own things. Surprisingly, neither of them continued to talk about new topics.
Previously, he had developed a bad impression of Sally and just wanted to kill Francis and leave. But now that the knot in his heart had been untied, he found that his plans and arrangements had been completely changed. Thinking that today was already the 18th, he felt that time was running out.
However, because he had prepared well in advance, he soon had a rough plan. Thinking about the schedule of Sodelor and the others, he said softly, "Don't worry about the battle between the sects. You just need to protect yourself. If … if you really think that you can get rid of him completely … I mean, if you are really sure that you won't go easy on him … then go to the west gate and keep walking along the road."
Hearing this, Sally neither nodded nor shook her head. She just stared at the statue in front of her blankly. When Roddy stood up, she also stood up like a mechanic, but her eyes were still looking down. She said softly, "I … actually didn't want to do this."
"Hmm?"
"The battle between my brother and me, the battle between the sects, I didn't want you to get involved … It could have had nothing to do with you …"
"It could have had nothing to do with me, but now it has." Roddy heaved a sigh of relief. The depressed mood of the past few days had finally been completely relieved. He raised his hand and put the voodoo die on the table. "You remember your oath, and I remember mine, don't I?"
Sally looked at the unremarkable die in her hand dumbly, but suddenly felt that it was heavy. Her heart seemed to be filled with something, and her nose felt a little sour …
"Remember to protect yourself. Don't take risks. Don't get hurt."
After saying this, Roddy drew a cross on his chest, bowed slightly like a believer, and then took a few steps back, turned around and left —
Meanwhile, Sally silently watched as his figure disappeared in front of the monastery gates. She clenched the dice in her hand tightly.
***
That night, a group of travel-worn soldiers appeared in the forest outside Hollier.
There were a total of 29 people in this team, but they did not find a village or town to stay in outside Hollier. Instead, they hid in the wilderness and were not discovered by anyone. Normally, when a troop camped at night, it would definitely be unusually noisy, but this troop was frighteningly quiet. Everyone had a clear division of labor, and they obeyed orders and prohibitions. The soldiers with long swords had sharp gazes, and when they entered a state of preparation for battle, their whole body exuded a valiant and bloody aura. They were obviously elites who had experienced many battles and survived on the battlefield.
At around midnight, Rody's figure appeared near the campsite. He used a pre-arranged secret signal to contact the soldiers on night duty. He then gave the scouts of Norland Village, whom he had not seen for a long time, orders and arrangements for the upcoming battle.
After everything was over, he left the camp in the early hours of the morning and returned to Hollier City. His figure quickly hid in the undercurrent of the surging crowd.
An ordinary day passed quickly. On the morning of the 20th of September, when the sun rose, the grand "square speech" slowly began.
At this time, the number of people in the entire city who knew the name "Roddy" was less than five.
In Bishop Benjamin's eyes, the name 'Rody' had already been tossed to the back of his mind. He was just an insignificant scout … Compared to the big event that was about to happen, there was no need to pay attention to such a character.
To Francis, "Roddy" was just one of the scumbags waiting to "settle the score". Even though Rody had foiled his plans a few times, when he thought about his upcoming 'massive' plan, he could not help but feel that Rody was just an ant under the wheels of a car, not even worth mentioning. In his eyes, Rody might be able to rely on his luck and strength to block the streams and rivers, but when the real tsunami came crashing down, this poor scout would definitely be smashed to death. There was no other possibility.
An individual who was not extremely powerful was trash in front of a group. This was the truth that everyone knew. Therefore, from the beginning when the various forces began to plan, "Roddy" was not included in the consideration of these people at all.
However, in such an early morning, in the Ducal Palace of Lucifron, the indifferent voice of the Dukes Of Angmar sounded.
"The city of Hollier will always be Lucifron's city of Hollier. Too many people have broken the rules during this period of time when I didn't pay attention to it. And now, there are still people who want to stir up trouble under my watch. So, at this time, I called you here."
In front of a spacious and comfortable armchair, the skinny Dukes Of Angmar spoke calmly, but the unquestionable meaning in his words was very obvious.
In front of him, two knights with bodies like iron towers knelt on one knee, quietly waiting for orders.
"I don't want to say much. Since they want to hold a 'feast', then I will tell them who is in charge here."
"Titus, Wellington, do you understand what I mean?"
*****
The sun was high up in the sky, and the civilians gradually gathered in the city square.
In the past, the city square, which was more than 100 meters wide, would be filled with a large number of merchants from morning onwards. In an environment dominated by the "natural economy", this was one of the few areas where "free trade" could be carried out. However, it was obvious that there would be no space for any merchants today, because the city guards had imposed a curfew on the square since the early hours of the morning.
The soldiers of the "Rose Cross" Holy Cathedral had cleaned the ground, and rose petals specially transported from Gigg Town had been placed into flower baskets, waiting to be scattered when the bishop's team passed by.
On the east and west sides of the square were two-story stone buildings. The sturdy structure was enough for the believers to watch the speech from the open-air corridors and balconies. On the south side of the square, there were roads leading to the east, west, and south. As time passed, more and more believers began to gather in the square, just to compete to see the high-ranking governor of the "Rose Cross" Holy Cathedral.
It was a sunny day, and the air was a little cold at the end of September. However, there was plenty of sunshine these days, quietly brewing the last bit of tranquility of autumn. However, the speech ceremony that was incomparably peaceful in the eyes of others turned into a simple sentence in the eyes of the observant.
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