Chapter 138 We Are Not Sinful No One Is Born Sinful
"Bang!"
With a loud rumbling sound, a man raised the corner of his mouth with a confident expression. He looked at the attack in front of him that kicked up a cloud of dust and sneered, "An ordinary person..."
A broken sword broke through the dust, and the cold light struck the man's eyes.
The man's face changed and he hurriedly cast a defensive spell. In that instant, he seemed to see something flash in his peripheral vision.
He looked over hurriedly and saw the young man, whom he thought had long been killed in the attack, wielding a sword and striking at him nimbly.
In horror, he stretched out his other hand hastily, but before the magic power could gather, the young man in the robe with the emblem of the Church had already grabbed his hand and suddenly broke it!
"Ah!" Before he could scream out in pain, his neck was hit by gravity.
Arnold looked down at the magician who had fainted on the ground. He bent down and pulled out a letter from his clothes. On the wax seal was the emblem of the Iscana royal family.
Without hesitation, he put the magician on himself first, tore the magician's robe into a long strip of cloth, tied him up tightly, and stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth. After thinking for a while, he also removed his two feet and the other hand.
He wasn't sure if a magician with a removed hand could still use magic, but an intact hand certainly could.
After doing this, the teleportation array under his feet reappeared and the surrounding scene also changed.
He looked around and returned to the prayer room. He thought it would take some time to find his way back.
He tiptoed towards the door of the prayer room again and listened again. It was quiet outside the door and everything had returned to normal.
Not long ago, he was secretly listening to the conversation between two people from the Segarot Empire outside, but who knew that these two people were heard by the real person when they were secretly saying bad things about others.
After a chaotic commotion, this not-so-bright magician actually started cursing the two people who had already run away.
Then he heard that in order to teach the people in the Vatican a lesson for not respecting him, he intercepted the letter sent by the royal family of Iscana.
As luck would have it, this is exactly what he was waiting for.
However, this was also his first time fighting a magician, and his understanding of magicians was limited to Isidore and his companions.
He originally did not intend to have a head-on conflict with the magician, as it was too unsafe, but the other party discovered his existence for some unknown reason, so there was nothing he could do.
One thing the magician did very well was temporarily dragging him to an unfamiliar place to fight. He avoided direct confrontation in order not to attract attention.
He grabbed the only sword left hanging on his waist. Fortunately, he brought two swords this time. Although one sword was broken, it was worth it.
He walked back to the unconscious magician. If he remembered correctly, Isidore and the others used the word "betrayal" to describe the royal magician.
That was why he was not polite to the magician.
He finally understood what Isidore and the others meant by weak. The magician in front of him, a magician from the royal family, was really weak.
He still didn't take off the robe he found in the prayer room. If the magician suddenly woke up and saw his face, it would cause trouble for Vifia.
Arnold dragged the magician aside with one hand, then opened the letter. He glanced through it, and after confirming that it was a letter from the royal family asking for help, he walked towards the candle beside him.
The parchment quickly burned to ashes under the candlelight. After making sure that the paper was completely reduced to ashes, he threw it into the still burning fireplace with confidence.
He turned around, and his thoughtful gaze from under the hood fell on the magician again. Now, how should he deal with this person?
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Snowflakes fluttered in the warm orange light.
The noise from the distant street gradually reached the ears of the woman dozing in the attic. The sound became louder and louder. She opened her eyes in dissatisfaction. She had finally fallen asleep!
She suddenly stretched her neck and looked out the small window. Behind the dirt and small black dots, she saw two groups of people moving.
She widened her eyes, rubbed them, and wiped the small window hard to resist the coldness.
She murmured in shock, "Are you crazy?"
Everyone...why are all...
For some reason, her heart suddenly started pounding.
"We are not guilty!"
The voices of women rang out one after another, shaking everyone's heart, and the falling snowflakes seemed to tremble a few times.
"We are not guilty!"
A tender little girl's voice pierced her ears and she was shocked.
We are not sinful.
What she heard seemed to be her former self, that little doubt: "Mom, am I guilty too?"
That day, her mother did not answer. She just hugged her tightly and cried silently.
In sight, in the crowd, a mother was teaching her child to pick up a weapon.
To the women's surprise, there were actually a few men inside. They stood among the women with determined expressions, looking out of place yet unexpectedly integrated.
"Let the real criminals be punished!"
"No one is born sinful!"
They gripped their weapons tightly, took firm steps, and advanced step by step, forcing the noble knights to retreat again and again.
"My friends! Don't be afraid of death! If we lay down our weapons now, we will lose our courage again! We will be met with an even more violent counterattack!"
The sounds from the street below entered her ears one by one. Her breathing gradually became rapid and she couldn't help but utter, "What happened?"
The woman was really confused. Everyone was as gloomy as usual in the morning, so how could things change in less than an evening?
Following a familiar voice, she finally saw the woman standing in the front, the woman who came to return Minnie Potatoes that day.
She remembered her name, her name was North.
Outside the small window, the two groups in a stalemate suddenly rushed towards each other. For a moment, the ordinary street seemed to have become a battlefield. The sounds of fighting, the clanging of various weapons, and the dull sounds of weapons hitting bodies were intertwined with each other.
People kept running with weapons in their hands to join the battle. As soon as one fell, a new one quickly took his place.
She could almost smell the blood.
Is this useful? Does it make sense?
It’s not like there haven’t been riots from them in the past, but they were quickly suppressed, and soon everyone was labeled a heretic and sent to the gallows.
But what if it works this time?
The woman still didn't move, just watched, with a struggle in her eyes, until one of the children was provoked. She finally couldn't help it and eagerly dug out a tattered wooden stick from the attic, which could probably be considered a weapon.
She gripped the stick tightly, took a deep breath, looked determined, and ran down.
How many people would unexpectedly join the riot? Long before the riot started, Avril had set a conservative number, and Vifia was unaware of this.
Behind Tang was the cleanup within the Knights.
He stared at Vifiya, whose golden hair was still shining even at night, and his eyes moved: "You are really smart."
His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, as if it were just a natural movement.
Vifiya's expression remained unchanged, but she quietly tightened her grip on the sword in her hand.
"Don't be so quick to refuse, Your Excellency the Marquis." Tang took a few steps back, putting a greater distance between them.
He didn't hide the scrutiny in his eyes, and his gaze finally rested on her blood-stained sword. "You're not good at fighting, are you? You're the only one here now. How are you going to stop me?"
Vifiya said nothing.
Everyone observes in different ways, and she believed that Tang was observing her now.
Just like after seeing Arnold's battle, he immediately decided to use them to eliminate dissidents.
It's not hard to guess, she used to like doing this, and [Vefiya] liked it too.
Now……
She was still looking at Tang, and she was basically certain that compared to other people, he cared more about himself.
After all, he didn't look like he didn't know why they stopped him, and now, he was still leisurely and wanted to chat with her.
Rather than his so-called duty of supporting the king, he cared more about his position in the Knights Templar.
Such people are actually the easiest to cooperate with, but also the easiest to have contracts broken.
Tang stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand and observed the girl opposite him calmly.
She was absolutely flawless.
It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, nor could he tell her true emotions as she tried to express them to him.
I've met my match, Tang thought.
Vifiya missed him and looked at the knights behind him who were still attacking their own people.
He is indeed not simple.
Weifeiya raised her sword and stared at the bloody sword in front of her. She raised her head and said, "Captain Moore, you actually want to fight me, right?"
Her words were too straightforward and yet extremely affirmative.
Tang was stunned when he heard this, then suddenly laughed out loud, and finally he even covered his face with his hands and laughed so hard that a strand of hair on his forehead trembled.
Vifiya ignored his laughter. In her past life, she had met many strange and inexplicable people. So far, he was still within the normal range.
After Tang finished laughing, he slowly put his hands down. There was a hint of coldness in his smiling eyes, but his heart was beating happily.
Many people, including his philandering elder brother, have told him longingly that he wants to have a woman who can understand him even if she has no expression on her face and doesn't say a word.
The eldest brother hopes that he can be luckier than him and have this so-called confidant earlier than him.
Whenever this happened, he would comfort his elder brother and tell him that they would meet each other eventually.
In fact, he didn't want to. Such people are scary. It means that you have been seen through by the other party.
Just like... Tang no longer concealed the coldness in his eyes, just like now.
Brother, why is it that your blessing has to be this one?
Now that his secret had been exposed, there was no need for him to hide it any longer. He drew the sword from his waist and did not try to suppress his heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster because of the girl opposite him.
It seems that his body likes this kind of understanding.
Unfortunately, his mind didn't like it.
"Yes, I want to try and see how many of my moves will hit the agile Marquis."
Vifiya took a few steps back: "I don't like men who procrastinate."
The sudden and unexpected words made Tang feel confused. The next second, a group of people came running from behind her.
Vifiya lowered her eyes. Aulite's calculation was really accurate. It was really the right time for support to come.
Tang stared at the knights who were getting closer and closer. They were wearing the uniforms of the Knights of the Prince's Palace.
Coming from another direction, covered in blood, he made a judgment in just a moment.
He said, "You are stalling for time."
Vifiya raised her eyes and smiled: "Aren't you the one who is delaying time?"
After all, it was he who wanted to chat with her from the beginning, so how could she be considered to be stalling for time?
Ah, Tang couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He stared at the girl in front of him, so to speak, he hated the so-called confidant.
But this did not affect his attack on her. Just as he was about to take a step, a stranger rushed in from the corner of his eye.
The opponent increased from one to two, and he had to stop and look around to see the stranger standing next to Vifiya.
After the stranger Isidore confirmed with a gentle look that Vifiya was not injured, he glanced at Tang and his eyes turned cold in an instant as he heard the footsteps of the reinforcements getting closer and closer behind him.
Tang accepted his gaze calmly, observing how he could get a chance to fight Vifiya alone.
He glanced at them and the reinforcements that were almost arriving from behind, and he quickly made a new decision.
It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it.
The opportunity had been lost, and the possibility of Avrilite's success was high, so he might as well sell her a piece of information.
"Marquis, the royal letter requesting help to the church was sent out from the east gate not long ago."
The sudden words immediately attracted Vifiya's attention. Was he trying to trick her?
However, she seemed to know the man's intentions.
He was trying to sell Ai Wuli Te a good deal.
If the letter for help has been sent, Arnold needs someone to go over and take a look.
Isidore bent down and whispered, "Leave this to me."
Without waiting for Vifiya to answer, he spoke again: "You must protect your own safety. If you need anything, earrings, my name."
Vifiya understood what he meant and nodded.
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