Lehman and his party rode their horses through the streets of Longsong Stronghold.
After the battle, the residents of the city hid in their homes, closing their doors and not going out. Not a single person could be seen on the streets, it seemed somewhat deserted.
"Sir Lehman, is your hand okay?" Shield Knight Levin asked.
"It's not a big problem," Lehman shrugged, "At least I can still move." But this action made him frown.
Last night's battle to seize the gate had gone very smoothly, there were only twenty guards guarding the east gate, and they had never thought that the enemy would attack from inside the city.
Although the horn had been blown, it would take at least a quarter of an hour for the reinforcements to arrive. Fifteen mercenaries took the pills and rushed to the top of the wall, killing the guards one by one, while Lehman led the Knight to open the gate. In the darkness, he didn't notice that there was a side door on the wall, from which two guards suddenly rushed out, one of them holding a hammer and rushed towards him.
In order to make it easier to turn the capstan, he had already put his weapon into his waist, so in a hurry, Lehman had to use his arm to block. Almost at the same time, Levin on the other side thrust his sword straight into the guard's waist. Affected by this fatal blow, the hammer's power was reduced by more than half, but it still left a dent on his arm.
At that time, Lehman didn't feel much pain, but after seizing the city gate, he found that it was difficult to lift his right arm. Undoing the armor, he saw that his forearm was swollen like a rolling pin.
"I hope the church has some pain-relieving herbs," Levin said, "They often prepare some strange things."
"For example, meatballs." The other Knight Dorn said with a grin.
Of the thirteen Knight's night attack, two were lost, and one was seriously injured, now lying in the camp moaning, it was estimated that he wouldn't survive the night. Overall, such a loss is acceptable, Lehman thought. Now that the militia has entered the city, the stronghold has completely fallen into my hands.
Soon, a group of people arrived at the entrance of the church, a group of more than a hundred militia members were already waiting for orders, seeing Lehman, they all showed a look of longing.
"Give them the pills," Lehman dismounted, seeing that everyone had received the pills, he led the team up the stairs to the main hall.
"Stop," the two believers guarding the door shouted. "You are not allowed to bring weapons into the Holy Land!"
Levin pulled out his weapon and handed it over with both hands, "I know, I'll give it to you, okay?" Just as the believer was about to take the sword, he suddenly grabbed the hilt with one hand and flicked it upwards. The believer's hands fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Before the believer could scream in pain, the Knight had already pierced his throat with the tip of his sword.
Although Levin's nickname was Sturdy Shield, his swift sword was rarely matched.
Another believer had his throat slit by Dorne. Lehman kicked the door open and walked into the hall expressionlessly.
"Who are you people?" A middle-aged man in a white priest robe with blue edges stepped forward, fearless in the face of the bloody blade. "How dare you break into the church! Children, capture them! "
Lehman sneered, most of the townspeople were staying at home, and there were only twenty or thirty believers stationed in the church. In the face of the battle-hardened Knight, only death awaited those who resisted.
Not waiting for his order, Dorne had already pulled out his sword with a strange smile and cut down a believer who had rushed forward. The others quickly joined the battle, and the church suddenly became a mess. Seeing that the situation was not good, the priest shouted, "Children, take the holy medicine, let God give you the power to defeat the thugs!"
His Majesty Timothy had guessed correctly, Lehman was delighted, there really were pills here! He saw the believers' eyes suddenly become red, and blue veins appeared on their faces. During the period of effect of the medicine, an ordinary person could burst out with strength and speed beyond the limits of the human body, and the narrower the terrain, the more difficult it was to deal with. Unfortunately, you are not the only one who has this kind of thing, he thought, taste your own strength.
"Get out of the way," he shouted, "Militia, meet the enemy!"
The militia behind him heard this, and couldn't wait to swallow the double-colored pills, and then began to fight with the believers who had gone berserk. At this time, the priest's face finally changed, "Why do you also have …!"
"Holy medicine?" Lehman bypassed the two groups of people who were fighting, and with a sword in one hand approached the other, "This is a gift from the church, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid His Majesty would have already unified Graycastle."
"His Majesty?" The priest's eyes widened, "You are Timothy's …"
His voice stopped abruptly, and the sword in the Knight's hand had already pierced his chest, penetrating his heart and lungs.
This battle of great disparity in strength quickly ended, and more than twenty believers were slaughtered, their corpses lying disorderly on the ground. After the effect of the medicine subsided, the militia let out heavy breathing sounds, and sat down contentedly against the corpses, not minding the wanton flow of blood in the slightest.
Lehman increasingly felt his arm become heavier, and the sword just now made him feel as if he was being torn apart. Sometimes he also wanted to swallow the black pill to make himself ignore the physical exhaustion and pain, but every time he saw the ugly state of those who took the medicine, he withdrew this idea.
Regarding the two kinds of pills sold by the church, Lehman already had a deep understanding. For a healthy person, the pill could only take effect up to three times, the first time about a quarter of an hour, after which the duration would become shorter and shorter, and at the same time, a strong dependence would form. If the medicine was not taken for a long time, the body would gradually decline until death.
Taking advantage of this characteristic, he made all the militia take the pills before setting off, forcing them to obey his orders, and the desire for the medicine could also turn the weakest and most incompetent farmer into a bloodthirsty beast. Now, this was the second time these 100 people had taken the pill, and they only had one chance left.
However … even if they continued to take the medicine after three times, it could only alleviate the pain, and could not reverse the process. In other words, as long as they took the first pill, it was equivalent to already having one foot in the coffin. Of course, Lehman would not tell this group of people.
There was no doubt that the two-color secret medicine was a conspiracy of the church, and His Majesty Timothy was clearly aware of this, so he forbade any Knight to use it. However, it was also a weapon to unify the kingdom, or in other words … a necessity. Without it, His Majesty would not be able to defeat Garcia Wimbledon, who also had the pill.
When he first heard His Majesty mention this matter, Lehman still couldn't believe it, he really couldn't understand why the church would support two royal bloodlines to compete for the throne, but a series of subsequent changes made him increasingly agree with His Majesty's judgment, and now that he had also seen the pills in the church of the Western Territory, he no longer had any doubts. The church did not intend to help any prince ascend the throne, what they wanted was the entire Graycastle.
"I found the pills in the basement, four big boxes, there are several thousand pills." After thoroughly searching the church, Levin excitedly reported, "There are also a lot of Golden Dragon, jewelry and silk, which should have been donated by the believers."
"Take away everything that can be taken away, and burn everything that can't be taken away," Lehman ordered, "In any case, this is all done by Roland Wimbledon, we are only helping the church suppress the rebellion."
Since the secret medicine had to be provided by the church, now was not the time to shed all pretense of cordiality, pushing the blame to the 4th Prince would be considered as a dead man with no evidence. In order not to arouse the church's suspicion, His Majesty himself stayed in the North, pretending to listen to the other side's instructions, but sent himself with a small number of Knight to recruit a large number of militias to seize the Western Territory.
Now that the church's forces were all concentrated in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, they had no time to pay attention to the situation here, so it was necessary to unify Graycastle as soon as possible, so that they could spare some strength to resist the church's attack. His Majesty Timothy believed that sooner or later, they would attack Graycastle, so before that, it was necessary to store and collect as many pills as possible. At the same time, he also ordered King's City Alchemist Workshop to study the ingredients of the secret medicine, striving to be able to imitate it as soon as possible.
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