In the room of the Bishop of God, there was still a sacred tranquility. But the bishop's brows were knitted together, and he felt that something bad had finally happened.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open forcefully. Four black figures came in, and one slammed the door shut. Their black capes still fluttered gently in the windless room, their black bodies unable to be illuminated by light, as if they were going to devour the surrounding light.
One of them strode up to the wide desk of the bishop of God and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Your Excellency the Bishop, please forgive our rashness. But something very serious has happened and your subordinates have ruined our plan."
The bishop looked at the man, his face hidden in his black helmet, out of sight.
"What happened?" The bishop asked in a calm tone.
"We are catching a man, and your subordinate rode to the scene and said, 'The plan has changed.' We thought it was an order from our superior, so we withdrew. But just now we learned that the woman wasn't the one who delivered the order. And the plan didn't change. She cost us a very good opportunity!" The Undead warrior almost roared.
"Really? Tell me, who is she?" "Said the bishop.
"Your subordinate, the holy Messenger."
A prison slave.
The bishop laughed and said, "Even you have been tricked by her. How amusing!"
The Undead warrior slammed the cross in his hand hard on the table, and four sharp blades sprang out. The heavy sound spread around and lingered in the room for a long time.
"We are going to punish her!" The soldier roared.
The bishop's tone remained steady, "As you just said, she is my subordinate, so only I can punish her. You have no right to do so."
"I respectfully address you as Lord, but do not forget that you have no right to speak to me like this."
Two pairs of eyes met each other, sending murderous intent to each other. The room quieted down, as quiet as a grave of death wandering around. The fingers of the undead warrior were fastened tightly in the ring at the center of the cross. But he struggled to control his temper, and reason told him that although the bishop was disrespectful, he could not be an enemy of the bishop - his enemy was the man in the red robe.
The door was knocked, and then came the voice of the prison slave: "It's me, Bishop."
The Bishop of God lowered his voice and said, "Your Excellency Warrior, you need to hide now. Leave the matter to me."
The Necromancer paused for a moment and said, "My Lord Bishop, I hope you don't show favoritism. I'll keep an eye on how things are handled." Having said that, he turned and waved to the three dark figures beside the door, and the four of them quickly walked behind rows of bookshelves and hid.
"Bishop, are you there?"
The bishop straightened his robe and said, "Prison slave, come in."
The prisoner gently pushed open the door and then gently closed it. She went to her desk and was about to speak when she heard the bishop's deep voice: "You have done something you shouldn't have done."
The prisoner's mouth opened, but there was no sound. She did not expect that the Bishop of God would know so soon. With her hands resting on the edge of the desk, she lowered her head and found a small scar on it. She looked warily around and asked, "Have they been here?"
"Don't ask any other questions. I want to hear an explanation for what you've done." The bishop was much more serious.
"What explanation do you want?" The prisoners are serious too.
"Why are you giving false orders to the Souls of the dead? Don't you know that this will violate the Canon law?"
"Yes, I gave false orders and violated the code. But I don't want those people captured by the Undead warriors to be killed by them. So I pulled them away."
The bishop looked at the prisoner's face and said, "You are deceiving me. You know the undead warriors are not trying to catch those people; they are just bait. And, the Necromancers won't kill them. That wasn't part of their plan."
"Who knows if the Soul warriors will be so heartless as to take pleasure in killing." " The prisoner is absent-minded.
The bishop of God's hand slapped hard on the table, startling the prisoner. His tone finally changed, and he lowered his throat: "As an angel of God, you are blaspheming God by saying such words!"
The prison slave fell silent.
The bishop paused for a long time, then softened his tone and said, "You are protecting those men, aren't you?" Or rather, you are protecting one of them. I'm not wrong, am I?"
"Yes, I was protecting them. Because they are my criminals, I don't want them to be caught or killed by others."
"Lie. You say they are criminals, so what crime did they commit?"
"They..." The prison slaves seemed a little nervous. "They escaped and clashed with the Knights of Light."
"Is that all?" "If you really wanted to catch them, they would have been imprisoned long ago with your strength," said the bishop. Prison slave, you still don't tell the truth. Tell me, why protect them?"
The prison slave deliberately changed the subject, "Oh, right, I remember, they killed the Dark Knight."
The bishop laughed. "Since you admit that they killed the Dark Knights, then the Necromancer has more power to catch them or kill them. Prison slave, I don't want to keep asking you why you want to protect those insignificant people, but I need to tell you to do what you should do and not interfere in the affairs of the Dark Knights and the dead warriors. This time I'll let you off the hook and not pursue it. But if you disrupt their plans again next time, I'll have to hand you over to them."
The prisoner nodded unhappily and said, "Yes, Your Excellency the bishop."
"Go down. Don't go out these days. Stay in the church and preach the doctrine of theism to the new believers."
"All right." The prisoner agreed and turned away, then slammed the door shut.
The bishop of God had already stood up, but when he saw the door shut, he slowly sat down again. In the past, when a prisoner left, he would deliberately not close the door, so that he could walk over to close it and stretch his muscles. But this time the prison slave was angry.
"She can't understand why I did this." The bishop thought to himself.
On the other side of the room, four undead warriors came out menacingly. The leader of the warriors went to the desk and said to the bishop, "Bishop, are you going to let her off so easily?"
You all heard that forgiving her this time doesn't mean I will always be tolerant of her. If she makes the same mistake again next time, leave it to you."
"You mean she has another chance to make the same mistake?"
The bishop said, "Since today's matter has been handed over to me, you will have to let me judge her. Souls of the dead, go and do your own business. Don't keep getting bogged down in one little thing."
"All right, I won't say more. But Your Excellency, since we are all God's people, I hope we will not become enemies at some point in the future." Having said that, the four undead warriors left. They left deliberately without the door. This, of course, is not a well-intentioned provocation like that of a prison slave.
The bishop of God looked at the open high gate, feeling empty in his heart.
Instead of standing up, he waved his hand and the door closed. The feared thing was finally going to happen.
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Lian Wu handed Gu You and the remnant Soul two sets of white robes and said, "Change them quickly. We must leave here quickly, or those villains will come back again."
The remnant took off his long robe, which had been torn several times by the dark warrior's axe, and quickly put on the white robe. Gu You took off the layers of armor and was about to put on his robe when suddenly a black stone dropped onto the grass. The ears of the remnant moved, Gu You quickly crouched down to pick up the stone and then stuffed it into the pocket of his robe.
The remnant did not ask, and Gu You did not speak.
Lian Wu led the black-robed horse over and said, "It's a pity there are only two horses left. Remnant Soul, do you remember where you left your horse?"
The spirit walked over, touched the robe on the horse and asked, "Lienwu, is this the Dark Knight's horse?"
"Yes."
The spirit struck the horse with a heavy punch, and the horse neighed in pain. Lian Wu failed to hold the REINS tightly, and the warhorse galloped deeper into the forest. He chased after him a few steps, but the spirit said to him, "Don't chase, let the other horse go too."
"Why?" Ask Lian Wu.
The remnant said, "Perhaps there is no such horse in the city of the gods, but the people of the Church and the Knight of Light must know the horse of the Dark Knight. We can't ride these horses into town."
Gu You nodded to Lian Wu. The remnant soul said, "Also, the clothes we have taken off should be hidden, preferably buried, otherwise the enemy will know that we have changed clothes and moved away."
Lian Wu let go of the other horse and then wrapped Gu You and the remnant soul together, saying, "Don't bury it. Otherwise, the newly dug soil will show some traces to others." I'll hide them in a tree hole at the top of the tree. The enemy probably won't climb that high tree to search for clues about us."
After the clothes were hidden, Lianwu found a few red fruits in the grass and smashed them in the palm of his hand. Then he went up to Gu You, dipped his fingers in the juice of the red fruit and dotted a small red dot on Gu You's face.
"What are you doing?" Gu You stepped back a few steps.
Lian Wu said, "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt the skin. Your white hair is too conspicuous, so you must fasten your hood when you go into town. If a routine checkup person asks you to take off your hat, just show them your face and tell them you have smallpox or measles and they won't dare to touch you."
"Smallpox? Or measles?" Gu You frowned.
"It's fine if you don't want that, or I'll go find some more black fruits and dye your hair black."
Gu You approached Lian Wu and said, "Smallpox or measles."
It was nearly evening when the three of them reached the city of Wangshen. As expected, there were more than ten knights blocking the city gate, Shouting and searching every person coming in and out. Their warhorses were tied to one side, and the shields and short swords that were originally tied to their backs were carried on their backs by the knights.
"Don't be nervous, everyone." "Lian Wu said, and strode over.
"Stop, stop, check." Several knights gathered around, still holding long swords in their hands.
"Your knights, thank you for your hard work. We are all here on a pilgrimage to the cathedral." "Lian Wu said, pulling out a handful of blue magic crystals and giving them to one of the knights. Although the followers of the cult do not need money, for this group of knights, they need money to indulge themselves in debauding.
The knight took the money and said, "Quite well-behaved, but inspection is still required." Having said that, he put his sword away and carelessly touched his body from head to toe. Lianwu was relieved that he had not put the short sword on his leg, otherwise he would have been caught.
Another knight came up to Gu You and shouted to him, "Take off your hat."
Lian Wu began to get nervous. Gu You did not speak. He raised his head slightly so that the knight could see his face hidden in the shadows. The rider saw the face in the hood, covered with disgusting red spots. The rider stepped back a few steps, strongly suppressing the urge to vomit. He asked, "What's on your face?"
"Smallpox, or measles." Gu You replied honestly.
"Is it smallpox or measles?" Another knight came up and asked.
Lian Wu was at a loss for words. He never expected that Gu Youhui would be so stupid as to bring up what he had said before. He rolled his eyes and said to the questioning knight, "Sir Knight, we don't know now whether it's smallpox or measles on his face, so we thought of finding a doctor in Wangshen City to treat him. It is said that the true God can bestow blessings upon us, so we have also come to pray for God's blessings."
The knight did not speak, went up to the spirit, and after checking that there was no iron on the spirit, pointed at the bow behind him and asked, "What is this?"
Lian Wu ran over, patted the bow and said, "A toy bow, you see, not even a string, just a toy."
The knight nodded and said, "All right, you go into town."
Just as the three men entered the city gate, an old man and a young woman came out of the city. Both of them were dressed simply. One of the knights searched the old man for a while and cursed: "You don't have a penny on you and still want to make a pilgrimage? Do you know the rules?"
Then the knight touched the girl's fair face and said, "The little girl looks good. How about having a drink with the old man as a toll?"
"Sir Knight, no, I only have this one daughter and she's too young." The old man stood in front of the woman. "We're not going into town today. We're leaving at once."
The knight slapped the old man, and he could not stand and fell to the ground.
The woman crouched down crying, held up the old man and shouted, "Father -- father --"
The knight pulled the woman up and held her in his arms, saying, "Don't cry. Come with me, Sir."
The woman spat at the knight and cursed, "Scoundrel, why did you hit my father?"
The rider wiped the saliva off his helmet and laughed. He said smugly, "The little girl is quite spicy. I like it. From now on, follow me, grandpa, and I'll make sure you eat well and drink well."
Gu You turned around and Lian Wu quickly grabbed him and whispered in his ear, "Don't go. We can't expose our identities."
"But let those scoundrels be so arrogant?"
"Gu You, we need to save people, but not now." The remnant soul grabbed Gu You and said, "I have a way. Let's go first."
"Help! -- Save us! --" the woman's cry was heart-wrenching.
Gu You was held back by Lian Wu and the remnant Soul, and could only watch helplessly as the woman cried and wailed in the knight's arms but couldn't break free. His snow-white crimson was instantly like a flame burning, burning his heart.
At the city gate, the knight dragged the woman into the city. And the old man on the ground reached out his hand and clung tightly to the rider's leg. Another rider stepped forward and kicked the old man on the wrist. The old man loosened his hand, and the knight cursed, "Old man, look for death!"
"Save... Save my daughter... Please... Let her go..." The old woman's dry lips quivered, and two lines of murky tears fell from her dim eyes.
The knight held the crying woman and said to the others, "This day is over. Close the city gate. Let's all go to the Shunshen Tavern for a drink. I'll treat you."
In the corner, Lian Wu held Gu You down, and the remnant spirit clapped his hands.
Duoduo flew over the city wall, found the direction of the clapping, and quickly fell into the arms of the remnant. The spirit whispered in Duoduo's ear, "Duoduo, follow the knights and see where they have taken the woman." Then the remnant placed Duoduo on the ground. Dodo flapped his black wings and followed the knight.
The remnant smiled easily and said to Gu You, "We have something to do again tonight. Let's find an inn for now."
Gu You nodded to the remnant soul, still feeling a bit worried. He said, "Sorry, I was too rash. But when I see a woman being bullied, it hurts so much, so much."
"Do you always treat girls like this?" "But I just looked closely, that girl is pretty cute," said Lianwu. In comparison, she seems even cuter than your prison slave."
Gu You ignored Lian Wu's wild talk.
The remnant spirit laughed and said, "I can't see the woman's face, but from her voice she should be a very nice woman. Today, we're sure to save her. And by the way, teach those bastards in knight armor a lesson."
Gu You nodded.
The remnant patted Gu You on the back and said, "Relax. Don't be too nervous. Oh, I'd like to ask, who is your prison slave? It's your wife... Or girlfriend? She must be a very beautiful person, too."
"Yes, yes, her prison slave is pretty. But she's a bit fierce, even our Gu You is a little afraid of her." Lian Wu continued to fan the flames.
Gu You said coldly, "Who believes your nonsense?"