Although he knew very well that the decision to assassinate was made by himself, and the main responsibility for failure was also by himself, Francis was really angry at this time - because he felt that he was completely fooled by that damn Sagittarius!

"That guy is fucking in the city! I asked you to look for him for several months and couldn't find him, and he was led by all kinds of messy perjury. What's the result? He kept wandering under my nose!"

"What's the use of a bunch of waste I want like you guys!?"

The fire element suddenly condensed in Francis's palms, and the temperature inside the room suddenly increased, and the eyes of the three subordinates became extremely frightened in an instant. As a few who had seen Francis get angry and still survive, they all understood... When this count was really angry, he definitely did everything, so he suddenly froze in place and even forgot to say something begging for mercy.

But Francis clenched his fists, staring at the three subordinates with anger with anger, gritting his teeth and suppressing his inner anger - he tried hard to restrain his impulse, and finally snorted coldly, and swung his arm... A small fireball drew a bright yellow track and instantly crossed the heads of the three people, shattering the window with a "splash" and disappeared from his sight.

A few seconds later, a muffled explosion came from afar, followed by the sound of trees falling over.

The three subordinates all breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they had escaped. However, the silence that followed was very depressed, but none of them dared to say a word, for fear of annoying the count again.

"Thanks to the fact that the people sent out died, there is no danger of being exposed..."

Francis squinted his eyes and still clenched his fists, "I still have a chance... I still have a chance..."

He whispered to himself in such a low voice, frowned and thought about the countermeasures, but after thinking for a long time, he had no idea how he could find the right opportunity to kill Sally!

This failure of the operation directly led to "shocking the snake". Sally would never easily go outside the scope of the Templar Warrior's protection. What's more important is that... the bishop will definitely increase the protection and look for the assassination envoy.

"Young Master... It seems--it seems that a general of the 'Rose Cross' will come to Hollier City recently, and the notice was sent here some time ago."

"President Bishop?"

Francis suddenly turned around, and he knew very well what such a position meant: it was a position that was only one step away from the core of the "Rose Cross" temple. Bishop Benjamin was [Architecture of the Diocese], followed by [Administer], and a higher level was [Cardinal], and the highest [Popular].

In the past, when such a character came to Hollier City, the first thing was to conduct a parade around the city to attract more believers; the second thing was a speech located in the city square to inspire believers' faith; the third thing was to issue the latest orders issued by the temple in the square, usually to promote certain bishops, priests and monks.

When this information flashed through my mind, Francis was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that Sally, as a "candidate priest", would definitely receive the baptism of the Superintendent Bishop in the city square!

I was delighted, but Francis quickly narrowed his eyes - if he assassinated Sally at such a ceremony, it would be like openly fighting against the "Rose Cross"...

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and waved his new order: "Gather all the power that can be used and rush back before the admiral bishop arrives at the city of Hollier!"

"As long as you have a chance, there will always be a way."

*******

September 5th.

Looking southeast from the city of Hollier, what you see is no longer the grassland plain landform in the northwest, but the primeval forest with extremely high coverage.

In the impression of modern people, "primitive forests" often only appear on TV. If people in cities want to experience it, they have to go far away by transportation to find a forest isolated by the city. After entering, there are often many artificial facilities inside to ensure the safety of tourists.

However, such a scenario is simply impossible in the medieval context of "breaking soil". On the contrary, "city" is the object isolated by the forest.

With backward productivity and sparse population, humans on this continent are particularly hard-working. There is no flat road between cities, and it is good to have muddy and slag roads, not to mention the primitive jungles that need to be passed through with various crises.

At this time, humans did not have logging machines or chainsaws. There was no more material demand under the conditions of natural economy. The economy of each region was almost completely independent and self-sufficient without interacting with each other. Therefore, under such circumstances, humans were always fighting against the jungle that wanted to flood the city.

In the "Amber Forest" three hundred kilometers away from Hollier City, a convoy walked on this simple forest road with difficulty.

The carriage swayed slightly, the metal axle regularly sounded the friction of "crunching". The leather boots stepped on the soft ground, and the smell drifted in the air after the fallen leaves rotted. The flags floated by, and the pattern of two roses crossed in front of the cross shone softly in the sun.

Relatively speaking, the road conditions are relatively good. When the temple guards walked on it, they sighed in their hearts - it is better than the swamps and dirt roads before.

On both sides of the road are dense jungles with low visibility, and the sky above the head is covered by lush branches and leaves. The falling light leaves some mottled on the ground. Although the team is moving forward silently, you can always hear the sound of guards talking in your ears, which makes people feel that the atmosphere between the team is a little nervous.

As the admiral of the "Rose Cross" temple, Rubens's carriage had just left the last fortress on his journey, Vettelburg, and for about ten days, they walked forward. When they walked out of this difficult jungle, they entered the territory of Iversa, the Duke of Angmar.

The convoy was quite large, with nine carriages in total. In addition to the largest carriage where Bishop Rubens was located, two were accompanied by priests, and the remaining six were used to carry baggage and supplies. The construction of the guardian team was very simple - eight Templars riding horses, twenty-four Templars walking on both sides of the carriage, and thirty-four ordinary infantry and entourages, in addition, ten servants who specialize in serving the daily life of the bishop and the priests.

It was noon at this time, and the team stopped on the side of the road as usual to start a simple rest. However, before the carriage could stop, a strange team that rushed out of the side of the road suddenly broke the original tranquility-

A squad of twelve-man cavalry in red robe rushed over, cooperating with more than 30 rovers Sanyong shouted the slogan "Kill these pagans". He suddenly appeared in this narrow jungle environment and rushed straight towards the carriage where the Bishop was!

Faced with such an attack, the well-trained temple guard seemed to have expected it. He immediately raised his shield to protect the bishop's carriage. Then the infantry lined up to meet the enemy, and the cavalry charged. As the priests recited the blessing spells, they began to fight back vigorously.

The battle broke out instantly. Although the number of sneak attackers was superior, there was no threat when facing the well-equipped and complete Templar Warriors. The battle was one-sided from the beginning. The cavalrymen who attacked could not cause effective damage at all, rushed around and was helpless with the infantry shield formation. As the eight Templars launched a counterattack collectively, the morale of the team collapsed, and they fought for a while and fled.

Things happened quickly and ended faster, and it was useless for ten minutes from sneak attack to escape. During this process, the Bishop himself never walked out of the carriage, and only issued the order to "start war" from beginning to end - and when the battlefield was cleaned and the priest reported on the situation of the war, the Bishop Rubens pushed open the exquisite carved wooden door and walked off the carriage.

Seven or eight corpses were placed on the ground not far away, and five prisoners were screaming and screaming.

The Bishop Rubens, wearing a black and yellow robe, is sixty-two years old, with a well-proportioned figure and a vigorous gaze. When he looked at the corpse, it seemed that there was no difference between looking at the trees around him. When the guards pulled several still alive sneak attackers to the Bishop, he seemed too lazy to ask even the extra questions. He just glanced at the four guys with pain and screaming constantly, and asked casually: "Is the identity confirmed?"

The temple guards ripped off the sleeves of these people, revealing the pattern of uniform existence on their arms: a snake wrapped around the cross.

When these patterns appeared in front of Rubens, the general's eyes narrowed slightly, then turned around silently and walked to the side, the palm that seemed to be raised inadvertently seemed to have a casual "cut down" action.

So after he left, the temple guard raised the sword in his hand and chopped it down without any mercy...

After a simple lunch, the supervisor returned to the carriage. Before the team could start, he picked up a quill and wrote down some simple words in a thick notebook - "On September 5, the fifth sneak attack of the 'Virer Cross', casualties..."

In such sentences, all the "accidents" that happened during this trip were recorded, and the casualties between the enemy and us were also indicated on it. It is obvious that such sectarian struggles can be called "bloody", but in the eyes of the Bishop, everything "Viridian Cross" did was just to cover up their fear of "Rose Cross".

"Just a bunch of barbaric pagans."

As he said this, the quill kept writing a letter on another parchment—the prefix read “To Cardinal Cardinal”.

"The pagans are constantly carrying out sneak attacks on my team. Their casualties are very heavy every time, but it is obvious that these pagans are paralyzing my vigilance - at this time the killed pagans are farmers who do not know how to fight at all. Such a plan is too cruel..."

The quill was constantly dipped in ink, and the handwriting on the parchment was very regular.

"I will continue to maintain this team size to lure the opponent to continue to attack, but to be on the safe side, the other two teams are following us secretly, and one has already gone to Hollier City in advance to prepare..."

"The pagans have been dormant for a long time, but this time I have taken the lead. Those pagans thought they were secretly doing, but in fact I have already known their plans. If they really acted in Hollier City, I would definitely teach them enough lessons."

The tone of the letter was passionate. Obviously, the Bishop Rubens was very respectful to the "Card Cardinal Card". After writing the letter and drying it, he gently folded the parchment paper, took the wax seal, and then melted it with a wide ring on his thumb to press it on the crimson lacquer. Leave the seal representing the "Bilder of the Rose Cross" and then raised his hand to chant a spell, encrypted the letter twice, and then handed it to the servant outside the carriage.

At this time, the team had already rested. When I lifted the curtains and looked out, I could still smell some unconcealed blood in my breath. However, the general seemed to have been accustomed to it, and just said "setting" calmly and let the curtains fall.

The sound of the coachman waving his whip sounded, and the small team embarked on the journey that seemed to be full of crisis again.
Chapter completed!