Near the gate of the Holy Acropolis, the guards who were hiding in the doorway and were taking a nap heard the noise and came out. Under the moonlight, they looked at the slowly approaching rider, staring greedily at the horse under Todd's seat.
After the other party approached, the church's Holy Cross under the black robe made the guards look away in fear.
In this way, Todd successfully entered the city gate and came to the streets of the Holy Acropolis.
The horse's hooves fell on the bluestone, making a crisp echo that resounded throughout the street. This lonely and empty sound made the Holy Acropolis in the night look particularly solemn and solemn.
Looking at the scenery on both sides of the street, Todd recalled the description of the city he had read in the monastery library, which repeatedly used the phrase "a city built purely for military purposes."
Deep and wide moats, tall and solid city walls, rows of blacksmith shops, and majestic castles. Only when Todd saw this military city with his own eyes did he finally understand why those books mentioned the city of West Parish.
Will use a lot of pen and ink to introduce the history and achievements of the Holy Acropolis.
Riding a horse through the deserted streets, Todd saw that every house had its doors and windows closed, and there were no pedestrians in sight.
There is no sign of any popularity on the street. The grass on the green ground has long been uprooted, and the trees have been cut down, leaving only their bare roots.
Todd wanted to find the embassy in Muxi City as soon as possible and inquire about the mission, but this also meant that he had to venture into the inner city. Thinking that there were many forces entrenched there, and his identity would be exposed if he was not careful, he
In the end, I suppressed this urgency.
After much deliberation, he decided to go to the Cathedral of the Holy Acropolis first and meet with Tristan, the contact person introduced by Rachel.
After riding on horseback for about ten minutes, the cross crest of the cathedral appeared in Todd's field of vision.
Moving forward, a group of sallow-looking catechumens stopped in front of the horses and yelled at Todd, "Who are you stopping?"
Todd stopped his horse and lifted it with his hand, revealing the Holy Cross under his black robe, which attracted everyone's exclamation.
"Please wait a moment while we go ask Mr. Pat to come over."
Watching a catechumen running back in a panic, Todd, who was sitting on the horse, focused his attention on the cathedral under the night.
A layer of wooden horses surrounded the entire cathedral, and a simple arrow tower was built on each of the four tops of the building.
It is indeed a military city, even the cathedral is decorated to look like a fortress.
Todd, who had just expressed such admiration, suddenly found that there were some dried blood on the horse, and immediately began to think about what the situation in the city had become.
A few minutes later, a yawning short, fat deacon walked out of the cathedral and said impatiently, "It's so late, who is it?"
Seeing the deacon getting closer, Todd took off the hood of his black robe, revealing Fairchild's appearance.
When Assistant Pat saw Todd on the horse, he opened his mouth wide at first, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Finally, he hurriedly stumbled to the horse, took the reins and walked in. He smiled flatteringly and said, "This is not Feli."
Mr. Childe, you are coming, why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
Letting the fat deacon hold the horse, Todd swaggered into the backyard of the cathedral under the gaze of a group of stunned catechumens.
"Lord Fairchild, have you had dinner? I'll ask someone to prepare it right now." Assistant Pat helped Todd dismount, and when he stood still, he patted the dust on his body.
This guy is really a church guy
Todd glanced at the fat man suspiciously. With his attentive appearance and ingratiating expression, this guy looked like a businessman.
Recalling Fairchild's daily habits, Todd snorted from his nose, flicked a silver moon towards Pat with the thumb of his right hand, and asked arrogantly, "Where is Tristan?"
Pat took the silver moon lightly and put it into his pocket without leaving any trace. Pat pointed to the secretary's room in the back of the church, "Lord Tristan is reading there. Do you need me to take you there?"
"No need." Todd turned over and dismounted, giving Pat a cool look on his back, "Take care of my horse."
The fat man said yes hurriedly, but he hugged his right arm with his left hand and raised his right hand to show a middle finger.
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Along the long corridor, Todd came to the door of the clerk's office and knocked on the door panel with his hand.
A voice came from the room "Who?"
Todd cleared his throat "The person you're waiting for."
After a while, the door opened.
With an inquiring expression on his face, Tristan looked up and down at Todd, who was standing in front of the door, with no intention of giving way.
The helpless Todd took out from under his robe a token of Rachel's gift to him before leaving, a drop-shaped earring made of emerald material.
Tristan took the earrings, and a softness flashed in his eyes. Soon, after returning to normal, he moved his body and motioned for Todd to come in first.
After entering the room, Todd found a comfortable chair and sat down. His eyes were unconsciously attracted to the things on the desk.
Notes and books scattered everywhere, densely written papers, and only half eaten dinner.
Tristan ignored Todd who was looking around. He walked to the desk, slowly sat down, put Rachel's earrings in his palm, and looked at them quietly without saying a word.
Only then did Todd have the opportunity to use the firelight to observe Tristan, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Due to long-term fatigue and pressure, Tristan, who is not yet thirty years old, seems to be showing signs of premature aging. His rickety figure, faint silver threads, and thin cheeks look similar to those already remembered in his memory.
The other person was completely different, Todd sighed softly.
"She has never given this earring to anyone else"
Todd, who was busy observing Tristan, didn't hear the other person's words for a moment, and frowned and asked, "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what did you just say?"
Tristan put the earrings on a clean handkerchief and placed them carefully on the table. Looking at Todd who looked like Fairchild, he said, "I have received the letter. She asked me to spare no effort and try my best to assist."
You. And when danger occurs, your life will be your first priority."
Todd blinked in surprise and asked tentatively, "Can I ask why you followed her instructions?"
"Mr. Fairchild, make no mistake." Tristan's tone was cold. "The relationship between me and her is not a subordinate relationship, but a cooperative relationship. The reason why I agreed to help you is because I
I owe her a favor."
Knowing that the other party had not seen his identity at all, Todd, who had a cold attitude, shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Okay, no matter how you cooperate, as long as you can help me."
"Tell me how I can help you."
"I want to contact the mission from Muxi City."
Hearing Todd's words, Tristan suddenly straightened up and opened his eyes wide. He looked like a bird of prey that had discovered its natural enemy and was preparing for battle. In a low voice, he asked the person in front of him, "Why are you doing this?"
Contact the mission from Muxi City”
"I have my reasons." Todd moved his neck and said to Tristan with a smile, "I swear to Heavenly Father, I have no ill intentions towards the mission from Twilight City."
Tristan, who had no faith in this promise at all, shook his head and said, "The Muxi Mission is now located in the inner city of the Holy Acropolis. They are under the protection of His Highness Sinclair, and the latter is on the same side as the church. I have no way to arrange it."
You meet them."
Todd pondered for a while and then asked, "Are all the members of the Muxi Mission okay now?"
As if he didn't understand why the other party asked this question, Tristan was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Although they are all restricted in their personal freedom, they are all safe."
Todd, who felt at ease, breathed a sigh of relief, "If we can't meet in private, is it possible to meet in public?"
Tristan thought for a while and nodded slowly, "The day after tomorrow in the evening, there will be a regular dance in the Holy Acropolis Palace. You can attend, but I want to remind you in advance that the Muxi Mission is now part of the tribe.
Focus, rushing up to talk will definitely cause unnecessary trouble."
"I know this." Todd stood up from the chair, first looked at Tristan who was pale and sweating, then looked at the leftovers on the desk, and said softly, "Eat these cold ones."
Leftovers will only aggravate your stomachache."
After saying this, under Tristan's surprised gaze, Todd opened the door and disappeared into the night.