The fourth of September, morning.
The monastery was under martial law and no believers were allowed to enter. Six Holy Temple Guards donned in heavy armor stood in front of the main gate of the monastery. The heavy swords in their hands gleamed coldly under the sunlight. From afar, they looked menacing.
Although the bloodstains on the ground had been washed away, the dark red hue had yet to fade. The atmosphere of the monastery under the sun was somber, as though it had cut off all contact with the outside world, turning into an isolated island.
Under such martial law, Sally still had contact with her subordinates. After the conversation with Bishop Benjamin, there were many things that she could no longer hide. Therefore, the daughter of Duke did not hide anything from the bishop. She immediately sent someone to look for Roddy after resolving the crisis, hoping to meet him as soon as possible.
After all, she did not get Roddy's approval to reveal the information to Bishop Benjamin. Therefore, this matter could be big or small. Sally believed that Roddy would understand after weighing the pros and cons. Therefore, she was looking forward to reuniting with Roddy and had already thought of how to explain it to Roddy.
At noon, Martin, who was sent by Sally to look for Roddy, had arrived at Cambay and was ready to enter the "Pig's Head Bar".
Martin was dressed like a commoner and looked like he would be lost in a crowd. He stood outside the bar for a long time before he could confirm where the inconspicuous entrance was. Just as he was about to push the door open, the wooden door suddenly opened from the inside. This caused Martin to miss his target. He staggered and bumped into someone's chest. Then, he was bounced back.
"Ouch!"
He screamed and held his head. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the person in front of him was terrifyingly tall. He had to look up to see that fiendish face.
"Watch where you walk."
The two-meter-tall bald brawny man glanced at him, but he didn't intend to pick a fight with him. After saying that, he strode past him. The few cloaked guys who followed him didn't even have any interest in Martin. They filed out and quickly disappeared at the corner of the street.
This episode made Martin speechless. He secretly spat and entered the bar. Then he asked the owner, Hook, who was wiping the glasses in front of the bar counter, "Hey, boss, do we have a bard who is good at telling stories?"
"You want to hear a story? At noon, go to the city square and look for him. At night, he will occasionally speak one or two here. But don't be late. If you're late, you won't have a seat. "
Hook put the wine glass in his hand aside without raising his head. It was obvious that he was already used to this kind of question.
"He … is not here now?"
"City Square. He always goes there."
"Alright, thanks, buddy."
Martin casually threw out two copper coins. Hook skillfully grabbed them, waved the dirty rag, and said, "Come drink when you're free." Then he ignored Martin and continued to wipe the glasses.
Martin, who was about to go to the city square, walked to the wooden door. When he reached out to grab the door handle, he found that the wooden door was pushed open. He didn't have time to dodge. His whole face was directly hit by the door, and he lay straight on the ground …
"Hey — Huh? Someone's here? "
"I told you to be careful."
"I'm sorry, Miss … Akasha."
A vague voice came. Martin felt angry for no reason. What's wrong with me today? Why do I have to have an accident when I go in and out of the bar?
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! "
The middle-aged man who pushed the door was dressed as a businessman. When he saw Martin lying on his back, he immediately reached out to pull him up with a strange accent. Then he apologized profusely. When Martin stood up, he saw a graceful woman standing behind the man. His eyes suddenly lit up.
The woman was wearing a gray linen robe. The style was no different from those women on the street. But because her figure was so good, such clothes had an indescribable charm … The only flaw was that the woman's face was covered with a gray scarf. But looking at her big black eyes, he knew that she should be a beauty.
It was not normal for a beauty of this level to appear here.
However, Martin was not interested in investigating the background of any beauty today. Seeing that there were three or four people behind the woman, he knew that he was knocked down for nothing. He could only wave his hand and cover his nose as he walked away. But the woman called "Akasha" asked someone to compensate him with a few copper coins. Martin's mood immediately improved a lot.
"Beautiful women really know how to take care of people. But who are these people …"
Martin sighed. But then he circled the city square seven or eight times and did not find Roddy. Finally, he had to admit that he was unlucky and found a corner to wait silently.
Of course, he would not know that Roddy, whom he had been looking for, was now circling the periphery of the Moria Manor outside Houllier City helplessly.
"Does Francis want to be a bastard for the rest of his life?"
Roddy carried a short bow and ran in the jungle outside the manor. He did not forget to curse a few times. His pace was so fast that he almost became a shadow in the forest. The guards patrolling outside the manor in the distance could not find any trace of him at all.
This manor named Moria was actually the place where Francis was currently hiding. But because of the failure of the assassination and the fear of revenge, Francis once again increased the security force. Now there were even hounds patrolling the surroundings, making the entire manor impenetrable … Such a level of defense made Roddy, who came here looking for an opportunity to assassinate, extremely depressed.
After the previous assassination, Roddy was actually angrier than Sally. Because if he had not coincidentally rushed over that day, it was estimated that Sally would have been dead — which meant that all his previous efforts would have been in vain …
This made Roddy, who had always been narrow-minded, completely lose his temper.
That day, he sneaked into the Ducal Palace and gave the Dukes Of Angmar a bottle of antidote. The next day, he directly went out of the city to Moria Manor to kill Francis. But in the end, he did not expect that the security here was so different from that of the Ducal Palace. In the end, he could only give up.
"Assassination, the level and equipment are a bit stupid …"
Roddy lowered his head and looked at the short bow in his hand as he muttered to himself. Although the damage of this bow was much higher than that of the Horn Bow, it was still not enough to deal with these high-leveled enemies. However, making a bow was not something that could be done casually. At present, the best solution was to buy a ready-made high level bow and arrows to make up for the disadvantage. But then came the problem: there were not many reliable shops here. The only suitable place was the "Rose Cross" armory, but it required "Respect" reputation to buy!
As soon as Roddy thought of this, he felt that it was necessary to continue to increase the reputation of "Rose Cross". But when he remembered the scene where he exploded the head of the assassin in front of the Abbot, he could only helplessly sigh: "There's really no other way …"
"You have to remove the roots when cutting the weeds. It's hard to say if you ruin the overall situation."
Roddy did not have much emotional thinking. The only thing that this technological geek liked to calculate and think about was how much profit he could get from his investment in Sally and Lucifron. As for his feelings towards Sally …
At the moment when he saw Sally was cut and sent flying, his heart was indeed afraid. But now that it was over, he was not interested in remembering anything. He just continued to use his absolute rational thinking to think about the next action plan.
Love and affection? Roddy, who was "destined to be alone for the rest of his life", did not even think about it. Rather than guessing what a woman was thinking, it was more comfortable for him to think about how to kill Francis.
Thinking about the plan for the next few days in his mind, Roddy found a tree with a suitable view and climbed up it. Because it was too late to return to the city, he thought he might as well make do with spending the night here.
"Damn it, if you have the guts, just suffocate yourself in there!"
After cursing a few times, Roddy leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes and began to take a nap.
*****
At the same time, the atmosphere in Moria's manor a few hundred meters away was extremely tense.
The servants and maids all became more cautious when they walked, especially when they passed by Francis's room. Since this morning, Francis had "accidentally" crushed three teacups. Although his expression was still calm as if nothing had happened, when such a thing happened, everyone could see the anger in his heart.
When several subordinates appeared in front of Francis's door, their expressions were no different from those of prisoners who were about to be executed by the guillotine.
"Tell me, what have you done?"
When such calm words were spoken, it sounded no different from "tell me what you had for lunch", but the foreheads of the three subordinates in front of him began to drip with cold sweat. Their clothes were stuck to their bodies, but they did not dare to move. They stood there like robots, and their mouths seemed to be stuffed with something, unable to say anything.
"Didn't you tell me it was foolproof? Didn't you tell me it would succeed? What are you talking about now? "
"Master, we … we didn't expect …"
One of them opened his mouth to explain, but when he saw Francis's gaze, he immediately shut his mouth.
"There are many things that you didn't expect. What didn't you expect? You didn't expect that there would be an archer who could shoot ten holes in your head? "
Speaking until here, Francis seemed to be unable to maintain his calmness any longer. Above his clenched fist, the flames produced by the accumulation of elements had already shown a high temperature bright yellow color …
"Archer … Archer … I asked you to investigate for a few months, and you told me that guy was in Norland Village! Motherf * cker * … But what happened? When you made your move, this bastard jumped out without any warning. Is this a coincidence?! "
The undisguised anger was like a flame, causing the three subordinates to instantly wilt as if they had been raped by pigs. Their two to three layers of clothes were completely soaked in sweat. This kind of fear was really an indescribable torment for them.
"Don't tell me there's a traitor among you! Otherwise, how could he know everything! "
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