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The investigation seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. They never got closer, but got lost in the maze of layers of obstacles. Everyone seemed to have no problem, no one was tempted, and no one was bewitched. The alchemist couldn't help but wonder if he had entered a dead end and overcomplicated a simple problem. []
"Have you made any progress?" When they met in the church, Leo was the first to break the dullness.
They were sitting on the bench of the statue, and the blazing sunlight shone in through the stained glass windows, and the dust kept dancing in the light pillars. The two monks looked exhausted, leaning on the backs of the benches, closing their eyes and falling asleep. Hearing the alchemist's question, Monk Mario opened his eyes with difficulty, "No." He said, "Nothing."
"The boys have not experienced the road of quicksand." The red-robed monk rubbed his brows and interjected, "At least, the younger children have not experienced it. The older boys have to wait until winter comes before they can be prepared."
"Winter?"
"Winter in the ancient calendar." Monk Mario explained simply, unwilling to say more.
Li Ou didn¡¯t think so. "I thought it was a real winter."
"That's not something we should worry about." Ashbern told him, "That's far away, let's focus on the present." He paused, took a breath, and stared at the gods in front of him who could no longer speak. stone statue. The sun shines on them, reflecting dappled brilliance. "Few of the boys understand this. They have never even left the sanctuary."
"What about the desert warriors?"
Monk Mario interrupted him, "You want to say Brandik?" He was silent for a moment, "It's not him." He said with certainty, "Although I share your doubts about Brandik - because he His faith was on the verge of collapse¡ªbut not him. The closed meditation cabin was the only place he spent those days.¡±
"Where are the others?" The red-robed monk took a breath and narrowed his eyes. He looked nothing like a man in his prime, but rather like a dying old man. "Although the desert warriors are warriors of the gods, many of them are willing to fall." Because they can't bear the life of an ascetic and the day-to-day training? And the torture of life and death by being thrown into quicksand? The alchemist couldn't help but think. "We have to be careful. Now one thing is ebbing away from the other."
"They, our disciples are all normal." Monk Mario replied, "At least, I haven't found anything abnormal yet. I will continue to pay close attention to them."
"I'm afraid time waits for no one."
They didn¡¯t take the Viscount¡¯s harsh words as a joke. They can take on a squad of soldiers, but not an entire army. What's more, those guys also have a crazy duke. Madmen never play their cards according to common sense.
"Where are the monks?" Leo asked.
The red-robed monk sighed first and stared at the geometric patterns on the stained glass window. "It's a tedious job."
"Monk Ashborn." Monk Mario shouted dissatisfied.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Just listen to me." He put his elbow on the armrest and supported his chin with the back of his hand. "Because there are too many monks, it is impossible to test them one by one, so I screened some. Unfortunately, some people have indeed changed. Not many, but it is shocking. If it hadn't been for this, we would never have discovered their alien intentions. "
"Monk Ashborn, what is going on?"
"A group of oathbreakers who yearn for a comfortable life." said the red-robed monk.
The alchemist lamented, "The human heart can never be understood."
"Yes." He nodded heavily. For the first time, Leo felt like a monk leading people's soul, rather than a muscular warrior. "But I can't say whether it's luck or misfortune. They have nothing to do with it."
"The traitor is still hiding." Mario Monk Brick looked at Leo, "Where are you? White Devil, where are your people?"
"The interrogation has made no progress." He replied. "Everyone has their own worries. Even if the incense in the quiet room can relax their resistance, it is obvious that this cannot make them reveal their secrets. Moreover, they have not Any potential anomalies.¡±
¡°Either it¡¯s too well hidden,¡± the red-robed monk commented, ¡°or we¡¯re looking in the wrong direction.¡±
Leo nodded in agreement. "I will try to ask again. Change the direction." He sighed helplessly, "Maybe we attach too much importance to the bewitchment of magic and ignore the most realistic rewards."
"Yes, I think so too. I think those who break the oath are our breakthrough point"
¡°¡we¡¯d better move forward together, the monk of Ashbern. "Mario Monk said, "Abandon magic and incense, use some of the most primitive means. There is no doubt that fear often works better than deception. "
"Fire tongs and long whips, instruments of torture that cry blood." The red-robed monk sighed, "May the gods be merciful." He stood up from the bench and confessed to the gods. ¡°May the gods forgive our sins.¡±
"May the gods have mercy."
"Wait." Before the conversation ended, Leo asked them a question that was bothering him. "I have never understood what the purpose of those guys is? Is it just to drive us away and rob and kill us in the desert where the sky and the earth are not working? In order to please the man who seduced Duke Barton Mother of the Desert?¡±
The church suddenly fell into a depressing and terrifying silence, and Leo felt some kind of uneasiness. He felt that things would definitely surprise him. Ashborn and Monk Mario's expressions became a little embarrassed and helpless, and they looked at each other. He hesitated not knowing how to speak.
"Tell me the real answer." He looked into their eyes. "It's not about me, it must be about my people, right? Tell me the answer. I have to know."
"Yes, and no." The red-robed monk said ambiguously.
"Speak directly if you have anything to say." Leo's patience was completely exhausted. "I'm not that fragile yet."
"Okay," Ashborn sighed, "Actually, we shouldn't have hid it from you." He sat down on the bench again, and Leo could see that he was delaying time and organizing. speech. But he had to speak.
¡°Give me the answer,¡± he said angrily, ¡°I don¡¯t want to hear lies.¡±
"Quiet, white devil." Monk Mario reminded him, "This is the temple."
The red-robed monk waved his hand, indicating that the other party did not need to be so harsh. "Things are in trouble, you know?"
"I do not know anything."
"Don't get excited, listen to me." Axiburn pressed his hand down to signal him to calm down. "Strictly speaking, this matter has little to do with you¡ª"
Leo stared at his face, "Your expression tells me you are lying."
Ashbern's words were not interrupted by his sarcasm, "¡ª¡ªIt has nothing to do with you white devils, but someone else."
"who?"
"Miss Nianta."
"She?" Leo asked in shock, "What happened to her?"
"The news brought by Mr. Viscount," the red-robed monk stared into his eyes, "is that Duke Barton wants to marry Miss Nianta."
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He stayed in his room until nightfall.
"There is a traitor among us." Leo said to Rosie when she was lying on the bed and seemed to be asleep. Rosie slowly opened her eyes and looked at him quietly. Until he felt embarrassed and guilty, until he looked away. "Is this why you remain silent?" A habitual mockery appeared on her lips, "No wonder Lu Yuewu is angry."
"But you are not her."
"Yes, I'm not her." She put her hand on his.
Leo leaned against the wall, staring at the candle on the table next to the narrow bed. The candle flame flickered and shadows swayed around him, making the room seem darker and colder. The long hair of the female mage in front of her is like bright flames. He still has someone to rely on. "I just couldn't guess who it would be. It wasn't Lava Jore, and it wasn't his son."
The female mage couldn't help but frowned when she heard this, "Is he one of ours?"
"Knight, Raven Man." Leo said painfully, "I can't understand."
"No one can pry into other people's hearts." The female mage told him, "Not even the gods. Besides, everyone in the world is selfish. Regardless of glory or not. It's just that I can't cast spells now." She buried her head and smiled bitterly, "Your good uncle Says if I cast the spell now, I¡¯ll never touch it again.¡±
"I know." He squeezed the female mage's hand and was silent for a while.
There was a sudden rustling sound outside the door, like a gerbil running through the yellow sand or a cat scratching the door panel. "Who?" Leo asked in a low voice. But there was still no answer. It seemed like he was hallucinating.
¡°There¡¯s someone outside, right?¡± Rosie said softly.
Leo didn¡¯t answer. He grabbed the sword belt lying on the chair and drew the rune sword from its scabbard. He took three steps forward and came to the door. With his back pressed against the cold wall, his left hand slowly reached over and held the doorknob. He saw the female mage holding up a short crossbow, nodded to her, and then yanked the door open. There was a creaking sound from the wheel axle, and there was no one in the dark courtyard.
"No one." The female mage put down the crossbow.
The alchemist believed in his own judgment, "There must be someone." He said without doubt, "I'm not deaf." He adjusted his sword belt and held the sword tightly, "Stay here, don't go anywhere. go."
"I think it's more dangerous to stay here."
She is right. The female mage slipped past him to the door and walked outside. She stopped on the way and looked back at Leo. He sighed helplessly and followed.
A new moon hangs in the sky, and countless stars twinkle. Surrounded by rolling shadows, it was silent and lifeless. Li Ouquan walked into the main building complex of the sanctuary based on his intuition. He couldn't help but ask himself why he chose this path, but he couldn't find the answer, and he had no intention of stopping.
"Nothing." Rosie said, "Are you too nervous, so you heard it wrong?"
The alchemist said nothing. Just then, he heard the scraping of boots on the stone slabs and the sound of the door latch opening. The sound came from the room where the monks rested. So clear, he was sure this wasn't a nightmare. "Go here." Leo was far more familiar with this place than Rosie. He climbed the stairs, shadows lurking around every corner. Leo moved forward cautiously, and when he encountered a suspicious dark place, he stabbed twice with the tip of his sword.
Suddenly, he heard a short whimper. He was grateful for the stone walls of the Silent Sanctuary, whose recessed walls amplified all sounds. Leo quickly climbed the stairs, Rosie following closely behind him. A monk's room is large. Leo stood at the door, sword in hand, to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Thick curtains covered the windows, making the room as dark as ink. "Who is it?" he cried.
Nothing at all. The sound seemed to disappear. No breath or response. He held his breath, moved slowly, and moved against the wall towards the window. Then he pulled down the curtains, and the moonlight that came through chilled the room.
He saw: a shirtless monk lying limply on the bed, his head hanging on the ground. Look at him with your head up and your belly down. His head was turned a full 180 degrees.
Who did it? Leo only felt creepy. He turned to look at Rosie and found that she was also helpless.
But suddenly, there was a bright light all around, and the monks all rushed over with candles. They blocked the door and stared at them dumbfounded. His eyes kept wandering between them and the corpse.
The alchemist secretly thought something was wrong.
Sure enough, a monk broke his vow and suddenly spoke in panic. "White Devil, kill him." Although he quickly covered his mouth, one after another monks found ways to vent their fear, completely forgetting their oaths. "You killed him?" "Devil!"
"Shut up! Open your eyes and see, we didn't do it."
But his excuses were of no use. More and more monks gathered and blocked the door. They shouted, and an angry roar from the Silent Sanctuary buzzed in their ears. Several sharp screams suddenly exploded. The monks were all stunned.
¡°Get out of here!¡± Leo shouted at the monks, ¡°Get out of the way, everyone!¡±
"Damn it, didn't you hear that? The murderer is somewhere else!" The female mage also shouted loudly, but the monks blocked the way out and could not advance or retreat. She was so angry that she picked up the short crossbow and pulled the trigger. The crossbow bolt nailed the thigh of the monk who shouted first. He screamed repeatedly, and blood gushed out from his fingers, but it also shocked the others. They finally gave way to a path and chased the scream amidst the sounds of "devils" greeting them along the way.
At the foot of the stairs in the corridor, a boy was lying face down in a pool of blood, with a terrible wound on his back. Taking two steps forward, another boy fell to the ground, his face split open by a sharp blade. Leo clenched his sword, swallowed his saliva, and watched every shadow nervously. After all, they failed to catch up with each other, and the bodies of several boys were placed in front of them. All died in horrific killings.
"He's playing tricks on us," Rosie said angrily.
Maybe not. The other party's killings were irregular, making it impossible to guess the purpose. "I just want to know who he is." Leo told her, "Was it out of his own will or was he tempted?"
"What's the difference?" Rosie said with a sneer.
He had to admit that there was no difference at all between the two.
They carefully walked around the unfortunate children and walked to another aisle. Knight Tario walked towards him with a sharp sword in hand and an anxious look on his face. "Sir." He saw them and ran towards them, "Are you okay?"
"We are unharmed." Leo stared at him strangely, "Why are you here?"
"I heard some noises, footsteps, and screams. So I walked towardsCame over here. "There is no blood on his sword, and he is only wearing a thin short shirt, clean and tidy. "What happened? I heard the monks shouting just now. "
"Someone killed a monk and some children."
"They mistakenly thought we were murderers." The female mage snorted and touched the crossbow bolt in the groove. "I used it to tell them that we were not."
"Mr. Knight, did you see anyone when you came from that direction?" Leo asked.
"BBrandika" Knight Tarrio tried his best to pronounce the desert warrior. "When I walked over, I happened to see him walking down the stairs towards the place where the monks lived."
Leo¡¯s heart suddenly tightened. He struggled to suppress the trembling in his words. "Have you noticed," the alchemist swallowed, "has there been anything strange about him?"
"Strange?" Knight Tarrio tried to recall, "When you said that, I suddenly remembered. There seemed to be some scratches on his face, but it was too dark and I was not holding a torch, so I couldn't be sure."
Leo and Rosie looked at each other, and he saw a look of disbelief in her eyes. He also didn't want to believe that Brandick could be the murderer. However, he had been tempted, his faith was increasingly weakened, and his whereabouts were really strange. Didn't Monk Mario say that he had been locked in a quiet room and was not allowed to leave privately? Why is he here? "Did you see anything else? Like blood?"
"No." Knight Tarrio said firmly, "He was wearing a gray linen shirt. If there were blood stains, it would be easy to identify. It's just it seems"
"explain."
"He was holding the axe, and it seemed to smell of blood."
With the facts before his eyes, Leo couldn¡¯t help but not believe it. If it was really Brandick, then those monkshe couldn't imagine it. "Let's go!" he called to the knight, "hurry up! We have to catch up with him."
Turning a corner, the sound of fighting suddenly came from the front.
Under the dim moonlight, Brandik was facing away from them, fighting two other desert warriors holding double swords. With one first and two, he did not fall behind. On the contrary, he had the momentum to suppress the opponent.
"Brandick, put down your weapon." A desert warrior ordered.
"Stop!" said the other, "Are you going to disobey an order?"
However, Brandick said nothing and swung the ax in his hand more fiercely, creating a whirlwind around his body and sucking all his opponents into it. For a moment, the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another, and strings of sparks illuminated their respective faces. Brandik looked determined, while his opponent looked horrified.
"You actually want to kill us?"
He responded with another series of merciless blows. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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