When the battle at Cold Dew Villa came to an end, uneasiness and chaos were spreading and gathering under the night of Rushta. The December Square was crowded with people, and the statue of Duke Durote stood in the center of the square, sitting astride his earth dragon.
Gu Huo'zhi is holding a long sword, and the long sword 'Du Juan' is pointing straight ahead.
Under the indifferent gaze of the stone statue of the demon-slaying knight, all the careerists and conspirators under the night of Rushta were ready to make a move, as if a grand performance was opening, just waiting for the curtain to slowly open.
As if to comment on this, someone was preaching loudly in the distance, the harsh voice was like two files, and it was like the sharp sound of metal ringing in the ears.
"The noble master will definitely return to the world to save and cleanse everything from this filth!"
In Poetry of the Blue, an epic poem describing heroes, the angel Akroma holding the holy sword killed the evil god Fredi, and then died together with the Legion of Twilight. After its fall, its blood flowed into a lake. It took twelve centuries for anyone to emerge from the lake.
After retrieving one of her shields, Geert, the Lord of Fire, founded the city after it. In the Cruz language, Rushta represents the symbol of holiness, justice and victory.
The Secret Order members claimed that the empire was cruel and cruel, and Akroma would definitely return to this land after a thousand years to punish the evil Queen.
This rumor was completely baseless, but it was widely circulated under the Queen's rule. People seemed to be hypnotized into believing it.
Seti was mixed in with the crowd, and hot breath came from all directions, mixed with the stench of sweat and feces. Her hair was wet and stuck tightly to her pale cheeks, but the girl was unaware of it and only watched without blinking.
In the center of the square.
Among the crowd, the secret cultists wearing airtight thick cloth robes were forming a perfect circle. In the center of their circle, the ground of the square was criss-crossed with scarlet patterns, and the blood taken from the lamb was smeared on the dark stone.
, like thorns growing out of hell, quietly exuding the aura of an approaching bloody storm.
But people seemed unaware. A humming sound echoed in the square, and the believers were chanting words and praising a mysterious name.
"Aroma!"
"Aroma!"
A strong and oppressive atmosphere filled the air, and the crowd was in a commotion. Then someone started shouting as if they were crazy, and this fanatical atmosphere quickly spread. The crowd seemed to be possessed, and everyone raised their arms, dripping with sweat.
With her voice hoarse, Seti quickly separated from Al in the crowd. But she didn't realize this at all. She also raised her hands, and a blazing ring of fire seemed to be reflected in the depths of her blue pupils.
Amidst the noise like a tide, she seemed to have found a peaceful and comfortable place. She saw the archangel holding the holy sword stepping out from a field of white light. The angel waved his long sword towards the imperial palace of the empire, and the palace suddenly disappeared.
Caught in the sea of fire, Seti seemed to see the evil empire sinking and burning under the sword, the nobles screamed, and Her Majesty the Queen also cried and howled in the flames.
She saw her brother who died in the war in the south. She saw that abominable war, and saw all the people who caused this pain - those in power who she hated, and even looked on indifferently and numbly.
All the people were reduced to ashes in the flames.
When the whole world turned into a sea of fire, she couldn't help but stand in the flames and laugh.
"That's it, burn them to death!"
A voice echoed in her mind.
"Burn those damn rulers!"
"Burn those fat-headed nobles to death!"
"Burn those infidels!"
"Burn this whole, evil, dirty world!"
But the illusion soon passed, and Seti saw someone pulling her from behind. "Al?" She regained her consciousness and looked back. Only to find that the person standing behind her was a secret cultist.
The opponent's whole body was covered under a thick black cloth, leaving only one eye shining with a cold light inside.
For a moment, Seti almost thought she saw a venomous snake - she subconsciously took a step back.
"The bishop is looking for you."
"The bishop is looking for me?" Sethi was stunned for a moment. Then she remembered what Al had said to her in the afternoon. She looked around but found no sign of her lover. "Where is Al?"
"You will find him after the ceremony is over." The cultist replied coldly.
Sethi did not dare to say anything. She knew the consequences of disobeying the bishop's will, so she nodded silently and followed the believer out of the crowd.
The two walked into a shop near the square one after another - it looked like a bakery. The outline of an oven could still be vaguely seen in the dark room, but several tables were overturned to the ground.
, the ground was in a mess, behind the overturned table stood several secret cultists in the same clothes, and the bishop stood among several people.
The bishop is an old man who looks quite kind. His wrinkled face seems to be filled with a kind light. His sparse white hair is gathered on his somewhat bald forehead, and there are a few age spots that look like dirt hidden under the shadow.
Seeing Sethi coming in, he nodded gently, "Good evening, Sethi."
"Good evening, Lord Bishop." Sethi looked a little uneasy.
"Don't be nervous, my child, I came to you to tell you something."
"Your Excellency, Bishop?"
"We just got the news about this matter not long ago, because it is related to you. As a believer in God, I think you have the right to know." The old man narrowed his eyes, and his blue-gray eyes flashed with an unknown light.
Seti was stunned for a moment, still not understanding what could be related to her, and how it could alarm the Bishop.
"Do you want to hear it?"
She nodded.
"It's about your brother's murderer."
"What!?" The girl's eyes widened like a frightened cat, and the hair on her body stood on end. Her brother was recruited into the army because of the war launched by the empire against the south, and died in a foreign land. The secret society
The priests told her that the culprits of all this were the nobles who rashly launched wars out of greed. She had always regarded those people as murderers, but now the bishop told her another story.
"There is no hidden secret here, my child, but you should know that your brother died at the hands of the Eruin people. Do you know who the Eruin people were who directed that war?"
Seti was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head slightly. Although she was not a country girl, she could not know much about the war that took place thousands of miles away outside the empire. In fact, she did not even know what happened in that war.
He just knew that his brother died in that war.
"That man is the earl of the Kingdom of Eruin, and his fiefdom is in Tonigel."
"It's these greedy nobles again." Seti thought through gritted teeth.
The bishop sighed, and then continued, "My child. What I want to tell you is that you have seen each other more than once in the past few days."
"Wha...what?" Seti was stunned for a moment.
"Those Eruin people live in your hotel, have you remembered?"
"It's...it's them."
The bishop nodded, confirming Sethi's guess. Then he looked at Sethi silently. The girl seemed a little uneasy, frowning and not knowing what she was thinking.
"What are you thinking, my child?"
"I, I don't know, Lord Bishop, what should I do?"
"If you want revenge, that is understandable, my child, but it is very dangerous for you..."
"I'm not afraid of danger, Your Excellency Bishop," Sethi replied with a trembling voice, "I...but I don't know what to do..."
"Do you want revenge?" The bishop's blue-gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.
Seti hesitated for a moment. But the image of her brother suddenly appeared in her heart, and she nodded firmly.
"But if anything happens to you, have you ever thought about your father on the sickbed, my child?" Bishop Chun Chun said kindly.
"Ah...Alka will help me take good care of my father..."
"Alka, I know this young man. He is your lover, right?"
Seti's face looked very gloomy, she lowered her head and nodded weakly.
The bishop's face was hidden in the shadows, with a faint smile on his lips.
"You want revenge. It won't work against Count Tonigel, my child," he said slowly, his voice low and hoarse. It seemed to contain magic power, opening the Pandora's box of Sethi's mind bit by bit.
"But you can target the people around him, just like he killed your relatives..."
"And this Earl happens to have a fiancée with him..."
…
Seti didn't know how she got here from Rushta. She stumbled along the avenue for carriages. Not far away was the familiar woodland and the riverside scenery sparkling in the moonlight. Old Kent's
The hotel stands on the other side of the bridge. It looks like a hazy black shadow in the night.
The sights on both sides of the road were familiar to her, but at this moment, they felt familiar. The forest seemed to be hiding countless pairs of malicious eyes, which stared at her unblinkingly through the gaps between the trees.
The sound of night owls chirping in the distance seems a bit ethereal and cooing. Occasionally, the sound of flapping wings can be heard from the woods. This is the sound made by these winged creatures catching voles in the forest.
These sounds made her tremble, and she felt like a lonely soul wandering aimlessly in the wilderness.
The Old Kent Inn is getting closer and closer, and the outline of this wooden and stone building gradually emerges from the darkness, immersed in the dark and silent signboard and window lattice, the blurry colors gradually fade away, and gradually become clearer in the moonlight.
But Seti walked slower and slower.
She tremblingly reached out to her arms, where there was a bottle. She held the bottle, and the cold touch of the ceramic made her heart skip a beat.
She gasped lightly as if she had her own destiny in her hands.
The bishop's words emerged from his confused mind.
"You have to find a way to make that woman drink this bottle of poison. You are a maid in a hotel, and you can always find a way to make them behave. Old Kent is not in his hotel tonight, so this is your best chance."
"Look, it's not difficult or dangerous. Once you get your revenge, the church members will rescue you."
I don’t know when it started, but Seti’s lower teeth were chattering and chattering.
She only felt that her mind was a mess. On one side was the guests staying at the Cat and Beard Hotel these days, and on the other was her brother who died in Eruin. Sometimes the image of Al could not help but appear in her mind.
, the young man looked at her with his unique mocking look, "You don't want to avenge your brother, Seti, what are you hesitating about?"
"But doing so will cause trouble for Uncle Kent."
"After tonight, the empire will cease to exist, and no one will bother old Kent."
"No, what about those Eruin people?"
"Be frank, Seti, you are afraid. Look at your pale face and trembling fingers. Where is your courage when you really face your enemy?"
"No, I just..."
The two voices mixed together in Sethi's mind, like two saws, giving her a severe headache. She wanted to stop and take a breath, but the two "religionists" following her did not give her this chance and cut her
Staggering forward, he pushed forward and said to her
"Go, Seti, don't let the bishop down, and don't let your brother down, we believe you can do it."
Seti didn't dare to look back. She instinctively felt that if she hesitated even a little bit, something terrible would happen to her. The way the two looked at him reminded her of the wolf she had seen in Brukan when she was a child.
Cold and fierce.
She hesitated and came to the front door of the hotel. The door was closed, but she knew that old Kent usually put the key under the carpet in front of the door when leaving home. She tremblingly bent down, wanting to go
He fumbled for the brass key, but at this moment, a slightly better voice came from behind the door.
"Who's out there?"
The sound was light and rhythmic, full of jumping notes, as if its owner had integrated all the strong good intentions into it.
Seti froze, she recognized the voice, it was the business lady who was very talkative.
…
(I recommend a very good DND game novel "The Creed of the Thieves". The story is interesting and the setting is rigorous. It is understood that more than 100,000 words have been written about the setting of the game world. The updates are also very powerful. I strongly recommend everyone to read it.
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Attached is a brief introduction to the book. The first is to be kind to others, the second is to be kind and make money, and the third is to help those in need. This is the creed of the lowly thief Baggins in how he behaves in the world.
The setting of this book comes from dnd, with a daily minimum update of 6,000, and occasional outbreaks of 10,000 to 20,000.) (To be continued.) xh118
