Soul of Negary

"Everyone, no matter what their status, must travel once a week. Katob stands outside the Holy Cathedral and looks at the building that worships the God of Eldridge.

According to the regulations of the Kingdom of New Loyas, every citizen of the Kingdom of New Loya should go to the church at least once a week to pray devoutly.

Regardless of whether you truly believe in Eldridge or not, this is written in the regulations of the Kingdom of New Roas. Nobles can go less, but they must go, otherwise the local council will impeach you, and the noble citizens will be thrown away. Identity, ranging from fines to your fears.

There is a saying in the kingdom of New Roas that there are only two things you can't escape in this country, death at the end of your life and prayer to His Majesty Eldridge.

Therefore, no matter what, people will take time to go to the Holy Church to pray, and if they have free time, they will even go there a few times, as if to show how much they love His Majesty Eldridge.

Even the nobles are no exception. No matter how devout they are, they have to do superficial work. In the church, those fighter bodyguards are not easy to protect themselves, especially when they are praying.

"This is the time when they are most vigilant and relaxed, because no one would be so bold to act when the other party is praying, and the group of people in the church will go crazy." Thinking of the faces of those people in the church, Katobu sneered. , that group of guys is also one of the reasons for the ruin of the Yugus family.

Nobles must maintain their dignity. I don’t know when, an unspoken rule has appeared between the nobles and the church, that is, when the nobles go to the church to pray, the tribute should not be too shabby.

It’s not too much, and the commoners can take it out, but think about the frequency, once a week, it is difficult for the run-down little nobles to pay for the decent operation of the family, and they have to pay protection fees to the church every once in a while, which is also a Pen is heavy.

"What I have to do is, never take a photo of a fighter." Kabuto was on the verge of madness, but his madness was calm, and he deeply understood that if he didn't take risks, then the Yugus family would be doomed.

So his madness is all-out madness.

Negri sat at the top of the church, watching the farce below.

There is no intention to calculate, the success rate of Katobu is only about 55%.

Seeing something, Negri reached out and grabbed the void, pulling a butterfly into his hand.

"Sir, are you interfering with their future?" Lan Shan was wearing a long skirt, sitting sideways beside Negri, with a parasol in her hand, helping Negri to block the sun, although a little sunshine is not good for Negri now It won't have any impact at all, but that's what the recession is doing.

"No, I just made things interesting." Negri replied: "Judging from the information available, in three minutes, there will be a cleric who is attracted to the butterfly and sees Katob's The arrangement caused him to lose everything."

"That would be too boring, the gap between the two sides is too big, and the young man on the weak side needs more opportunities." Negri said casually, but what is his real purpose, only he himself knows.

As Negri was promoted to the road level, even if it was only a part of him, it became more and more incomprehensible to Lanshan and others.

In an unknown place, endless golden luster shines, and something seems to be changing in the flame world, which then affects the change of the world, and some things are also covered.

"This feeling of being a history is also unique." Negri is very clear about the other party's goal, the ghost ritual, and the ritual blade are all things he left behind. After the evolution of time, these things have become these The legend of the population, and influence generation after generation.

The butterfly in his hand spread its wings and fluttered again. Its trajectory flowed into Negri's eyes and gradually became the established trajectory. Everything about this butterfly was controlled by Negri.

Katob is wearing a priest's uniform and holding a box,

Going to one side, those priests of sufficient rank are busy collecting "tributes". As long as they are bold and careful, there is no problem in pretending to be a priest in the church.

And people are always less vigilant about pastors in churches.

In the absence of bodyguards, Katobu succeeded unexpectedly, knocking Parry, the son of the city lord Duran, into a small wooden box, just like an ordinary priest carrying tribute, putting most of his face Placed under the box, some passing priests didn't even suspect Katob.

As long as he's not unlucky enough to meet a manager who knows all the priests, he's less likely to be exposed.

On the other side, an elderly priest in gorgeous clothes walked by, glanced at him and passed by. There was no abnormality, so he passed by directly, and then Kabuto passed over with a box.

Gradually walking to a remote corner, Katobu threw the small wooden box directly into the sewer.

The sewer opening is not big, but the small wooden box is just right, and little Parry is curled up just enough to fit in.

"Next, just find a chance to go out and go to the sewer exit to find the other party." Katobu said in his heart, go to the front of the church, and at the same time find an opportunity to wear the priest's uniform in reverse, it has become a set that is barely made. Noble clothing.

"Where's Parry?" On the other side, Duran was communicating with the bishop of the church, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, searching for the people around him, and an ominous foreboding emerged in his heart.

He pleaded guilty to the bishop, and Duran searched quickly, but could not find his son. The momentum on his body began to condense, stabilizing his panic, and hurriedly found the bishop and explained the situation.

Although the church had a high status, it was unwilling to offend the Lord of a city, and hurriedly dispatched a priest to look for it, while temporarily blocking the door of the church.

Watching the priest close the door of the church, Katobu's expression did not change. Even if he was broken, he was still a nobleman. It was impossible to search directly unless the other party wanted to offend all the nobles. This is the honorable rule of the nobles.

But then when he thought of something, his eyes changed. He had no problem, but Parry, who was packed in a small wooden box and floated with sewage, would be fine in a short time, but who knows what would happen over time.

Looking at the anxious Duran, Katobu thought about these things, and finally closed his eyes, his expression became dull.

It was not until the evening that the church, which had been searched for nothing, was opened again. Katobu walked out of the church with a complaint, acting like a little nobleman who was accidentally involved in the incident.

After getting out of sight and confirming that he was safe, Katobu ran towards the sewer inside.

After a search with a torch, Katobu finally found a small wooden box stuck in a corner in a certain section of the sewer.

The box was extremely quiet, Katobu opened it, and under the light of the provocative fire, there was a small but cold corpse, which seemed to be a little bruised due to lack of oxygen.

"Blame yourself, City Lord Duran, you stopped me." Katobu closed his eyes, said softly, and closed the box again. Even if the hostage died, he would still achieve his goal. .

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