"That fat man was strangling my neck, I felt like I couldn't breathe … His arms were so thick, I couldn't pull them away no matter how hard I tried …"
"I thought I was going to die because no one could help me. Booker would be courting death if he rushed forward. If anyone made a bigger move, I'm afraid my head would fall to the ground in the next second …"
"The arrow was too fast. I only saw a black shadow."
Early in the morning, the courtyard of the monastery was filled with such conversations. At first, it was not loud, but as the crowd increased, the tone became exaggerated like a bard telling a story.
Ryan talked endlessly about his experience during the assassination. Speaking of which, although he had repeated these things more than five times in the past two days, but every time he repeated it, he was still full of excitement.
But unlike the "show off" in the past, Ryan's words now had an obvious "reverence" — especially his attitude towards the "archer". It was as if he had changed from a "brainless hater" to a "brainless fan". His attitude had changed 180 degrees.
As for the previous argument with Booker about the Wolf Riders being shot to death …
"If the arrow could be shot to this extent, with the right angle and timing, not to mention 10 Wolf Riders, even 30 would not be a problem!"
When Ryan, the "brainless fan" of the archer, said this, he did not forget to touch the side of his face, as if he was deeply moved by the arrow that almost pierced through his head. Of course, he was more excited about this amazing skill —
"You don't know how fast the arrow was. When the assassin chasing after Sally was targeted, it was completely difficult for him to move!"
"Pa pa pa pa pa! The interval is the same, so I can be sure that there was only one person shooting the arrow … Sally, she — Huh? Sally? Where are you going? "
While Ryan was describing the speed of the arrow, Sally walked past with two dark circles under her eyes. Her haggard appearance scared the monks, but after being called by Ryan, she did not stop to talk. She waved her hand and said, "I'm going to find Bishop Benjamin, you guys talk first …"
Clayon still wanted to say something, but when he saw Sally's absent-minded look, he finally gave up. He turned around and continued to talk about how accurate the arrow was.
The atmosphere of the monastery was tranquil. Roses were planted on both sides of the stone road. It was September, and the roses that had bloomed since May had mostly withered. There was no intoxicating smell of blooming flowers.
In the past, Sally enjoyed strolling along the corridor. But today, her footsteps were a little hurried, and the bone dice in her hand were soaked in sweat. After sorting out her thoughts, she put the dice into her robe pocket, took a deep breath, pushed open the back door of the church, and strode in.
Other than the largest public lecture hall in the center of the church, there was also a library that was not small in size, which was only open to the people of the monastery. The other room was the "office" where Bishop Benjamin handled his daily affairs. If there were no urgent matters, Bishop Benjamin would handle the daily management of the monastery here.
Sally walked quickly along the corridor. When she came to the door of the bishop's office, she heard some conversation coming from behind the half-open door.
"The bishop places great importance on the speech in the square this time, so he requests that all preparations must be made in advance. It is not easy to find rose petals at this time of year, so you can go to Gigg Town and get a batch …"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"About the issue of guards, be sure to pay attention …"
Inside the house, Priest Ethan was discussing with the bishop about the arrangements for Bishop Reubens to come to Hollier City. After listening to them, Sally felt a little more at ease. After the two finished their conversation, she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.
Ethan turned around and saw Sally. He seemed to understand the purpose of her visit. After bowing to the bishop, he turned around and left. Before leaving, he even smiled at Sally. And when Sally walked into the room, she seemed slightly nervous.
However, others would not know that her "nervousness" was actually faked. Although her emotions were a little chaotic before, when she stepped into the room, Sally was actually very calm. It was just that in order for her plan to succeed, she had to get into the "zone" and deal with everything that came next with all her strength.
Because Sally knew that her next conversation with Bishop Benjamin could even directly determine the fate of Roddy.
"Oh? Sally, you're here. "
Bishop Benjamin sat in front of a wide wooden table, and there was no surprise in his tone.
In front of him were full of parchments and ancient books. There were research scrolls on divine blessing, punishment, and recovery, and so on. The content was profound. The room was not big, and the furnishings were simple. The wooden furniture was simple and practical. There was no thick velvet carpet on the floor, but only ground slate. On the side of the wall, there were words engraved by the first bishop when the monastery was established: "Spiritual Home".
"Your Excellency, I … have something to ask you."
Sally's voice was timid. It was completely different from her calm command in the face of the assassination.
"Sit down first." Benjamin got up from his armchair and motioned for Sally to sit beside him. He then walked out from behind the desk and sat opposite her. "Now, tell me your question."
Such details may not be understood by ordinary people, but Sally understood that His Excellency did not want to bring unnecessary pressure to her by sitting behind the desk. She secretly admired the old man's meticulous style. She cleared her throat and said, "Your Excellency, the identity of those assassins … I think I have some ideas."
This was the first sentence to test her.
After she said that, Sally, who had a hesitant expression, sneaked a peek at Benjamin. However, she realized that he was only squinting his eyes slightly with a smile on his lips. He did not show much interest and only continued, "And then?"
The test failed.
Sally bit her lips and lowered her head. "Of course, that's just a guess. The main thing I want to say is … the archer who killed the assassins …"
This was the second sentence to test her.
But Bishop Benjamin still did not have much of an expression. He nodded and said, "Oh, you mean that guy. I have some opinions about him."
"Uhh … opinions?"
She did not expect Benjamin to say this, and the plan in Sally's heart was immediately disrupted. She raised her head to look at the bishop, but immediately realized that she seemed to have overreacted. She said in a low voice, "Are you going to capture him …?"
"Oh, a good ranger. His archery skills are superb, and his skills are not bad." Benjamin said with a smile. "If I were to catch him, it would indeed take some effort."
These words suddenly made Sally's heart clench. This was the result she was most worried about. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, she found that Benjamin waved his hand and continued, "Sally, when you suddenly appeared in the monastery and told me that you were in danger, I roughly knew who would do this to you. Although you did not tell me directly, it is not difficult to guess, is it? "
"And as for that guy, the reason why he killed me in front of me is naturally very obvious. The archer does not want me to vent my anger on your family. This is something I can understand."
"Although what he did was very disrespectful to me, it is obvious that he is willing to do this for you. So I can only say that there is nothing wrong with it."
"Oh … Brazenly killing a witness, this kind of thing may not be done by ordinary people." The old man closed his eyes slightly and said with some emotion, "I can see that he cares a lot about you."
Benjamin's attitude was very obvious that he was ready to talk to Sally "openly and honestly". His words did not mean to use his authority as a bishop to pressure her, but the content of his words made Sally's head buzz. She was a little stunned.
He cares a lot about you.
When such words were said directly, it brought an unimaginable shock to Sally. Although she had thought of this possibility before, she always felt that it was her subjective judgment and did not count. In the end, her faint expectations for Roddy had always been hidden deep in her heart, and she did not dare to look at it directly. But when Bishop Benjamin directly pointed out all of this, she could no longer hide this emotion. Her heart was instantly filled with some kind of inexplicable joy, and the sweet feeling made her whole body slightly tremble.
"This bastard … seems to care a lot about me."
However, when she thought about her current situation, Sally immediately suppressed her emotions. From the perspective of others, she had merely lowered her head and her eyes flickered for a moment. However, when she raised her head, her expression had changed slightly.
Bishop Benjamin's expression was calm, and he did not seem to notice any of this. He only turned his gaze slightly, looked at the quiet scenery outside the window behind the desk, and continued, "I know that you might know that guy, so I did not directly order for an investigation these two days. But Sally, you should also know that although he did this to help me, the monastery will not let him off so easily."
When Sally heard this, she immediately realized that she had unknowingly lost the initiative, and the rhythm of the conversation was dominated by Benjamin.
But at this time, she had no other choice. She could only say hesitantly, "He … I do know him, and —"
"The monastery will send someone to investigate. This is something that must be done."
Bishop Benjamin interrupted her words, and then said in a somewhat helpless tone, "You should have heard that the Superintendent is coming. Now, there cannot be any trouble. This is the case with your family, and it is the same for that friend of yours … However, if you can tell me some information about him, the Holy Cathedral will naturally not find trouble with him, and if possible, we will treat him as … a friend. "
"This … is it true?"
She raised her head, completely unaware that she had unintentionally stepped into a trap. Her concern had caused her to be in a state of confusion. The scene of Roddy being roasted to death at the stake appeared in her mind again and again. She was really afraid that things would eventually get out of hand as she imagined, and with the assurance of Bishop Benjamin's "never going back on his word" character, she, who was far less shrewd than the bishop, ultimately lost this confrontation …
But such a failure only meant that she had lost the initiative. When Sally left the room, she felt that she had achieved her initial goal — the heavy feeling in her heart had finally dissipated, and her footsteps were much lighter.
"If I do this, Roddy will resent me …" She muttered to herself, but immediately thought of a solution — quickly ask him to come to the monastery and explain to him face to face. After all, the bishop promised not to tell anyone else.
Thinking that she could finally meet him in the monastery officially, Sally's heartbeat sped up for no reason, and the sweetness in her heart seemed to grow stronger. However, what came next was endless anger towards her brother. "Hmph, my dear brother, just you wait."
Only after resolving the crisis with Roddy did she remember to take revenge. When this happened, Sally herself did not realize what it meant …
And when she clenched her little fists and left the corridor, she completely did not notice that not far behind her, the somewhat solemn Bishop Benjamin was gently shaking his head and sighing.
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