Soul of Negary

"People of any status must travel once a week. Catob stands outside the Holy Cathedral, watching this building that worships the God of Aldridge.

According to the regulations of the Kingdom of New Royas, every citizen of the Kingdom of New Royas must go to the church at least once a week to pray religiously, even if it is not convenient to move, it is necessary to carry a god statue with you for a simple prayer.

Whether it is true belief in Aldrich or not, this is written in the regulations of the Kingdom of New Royas. Nobles can go less, but they must go, or the local council will impeach you, and the noble citizens will be lost. You can be fined as much as you are.

There is a saying in the Kingdom of New Royas, there are only two things you can’t escape in this country, the end of life and death and prayer to His Majesty Aldridge.

So no matter what, people will take the time to go to the sacred church to pray. If there is free time, they will even go a few more times, as if to show how much they love His Majesty Eldridge.

Even the nobles are no exception. Despite how pious they are, the superficial work is all to be done. In the church, the bodyguards of the fighters are not easy to defend themselves, especially when praying.

"This is when they are the most vigilant and the most relaxed, because no one would be so bold when the other party prays, and the group of people in the church will be crazy." Thinking of the faces of the people in the church, Catob snorted. , That group of guys is also one of the reasons for the ruins of the Jugus family.

The nobles should maintain their respectability. I don’t know when the unspoken rule appeared between the nobility and the church. That is, when the nobility went to the church to pray, the tribute should not be too shabby.

Not much, civilians can take it out, but think about the frequency. Once a week, the broken little nobles have a hard time deserving to run the family, and they have to pay protection fees to the church every once in a while. This is also a The pen is heavy.

"All I have to do is, definitely not a fighter." Kabuto is on the verge of madness, but his madness is calm. He understands deeply that if he does not take risks, then the Jugs family is absolutely over.

So his madness is the madness of everything.

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

With mental calculations and unintentional, Catobu's success rate is probably only 50-50.

Seemingly seeing something, Negri reached out and grabbed the void, and pulled a butterfly into his hand.

"Adult, are you interfering with their future?" Lan Shan was wearing a long skirt, sitting sideways next to Negri, already holding a parasol in his hand, helping Negri to block the sun, although a little sunshine is to Negri now. There won't be any impact at all, but Lanshan is so determined to do so.

"No, I just made things a little more interesting." Negri replied: "According to the information available, after three minutes, there will be a clergyman who is attracted to this butterfly and sees Catob's The layout caused him to lose all."

"It would be too boring, the gap between the two sides is too big, and the teenager as a weaker side needs a little more opportunity." Negri said casually, but what his real purpose was, only he knew.

As Negri was promoted to road level, even if it was only part of him, it became more and more difficult for Lan Shan and others to understand.

In an unknown place, the endless golden luster shines, something seems to be changing in the world of flames, and then it changes the world, and some things are covered.

"This feeling of being history is also a bit of a taste." Negri was very aware of each other's goals. The ghost man ritual and the ceremonial blade were all things he left behind. After time evolved, these things became these. Legends in the population and affect generation after generation.

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

Catob wore a priest uniform and hugged a suitcase,

And people are always not vigilant about pastors in churches.

In the absence of bodyguards, Catob succeeded unexpectedly, stunned Parry, the son of city owner Duran, into a small wooden box, like an ordinary priest carrying tributes, putting most of his face Placed under the box, some pastors did not even suspect Catob.

As long as it is not bad luck to meet managers who are familiar with all the pastors, he is unlikely to be exposed.

On the other side, an elderly priest wearing magnificent clothes walked past, glanced at it, and passed by without any anomalies. Then Kabuto passed it with the box.

Gradually walking to a remote corner, Catob dropped the small wooden box directly into the sewer.

The sewer entrance is not large, but the small wooden box is just right, and Pali curled up to fit it in.

"Next, just find a chance to go out, and go to the sewer exit to find the other party." Catob said in his heart, and quickly went to the front of the church, and at the same time looking for an opportunity to wear the priest's suit in reverse, it became a set of barely made. Noble clothing.

"What about Parry?" Duran and the bishop on the other side were communicating. Suddenly, they gazed, searching for the people around them, and an ominous premonition emerged in their hearts.

After guilty with the bishop, Duran hurriedly searched, but couldn't find his son. The momentum of his body began to condense, stabilized his panic, and quickly found the bishop to explain the situation.

Although the church has a high status, it is not willing to offend the master of a city, and hastened to send a priest to find it, while temporarily blocking the church door.

Seeing the priest closing the door of the church, Catobu's face remained unchanged. Even if he was broken, he was still the identity of the nobility. It was impossible to search the body directly unless the other party wanted to offend all the nobility. This is the noble's glory rule.

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

Looking at Duran with anxious face, Catob thought of these things, and finally closed his eyes, his expression became dull.

It wasn't until the evening that the search for the fruitless church opened again, and Catob walked out of the church with a complaint, acting like a little nobleman who was accidentally involved in the incident.

After being out of sight and confirming his safety, Catob ran towards the sewer.

Carrying a torch after some searching, Catob finally found a small wooden box stuck in a corner in a sewer.

The box was extremely quiet, and Cattob opened it. Under the igniting fire, it was a young but cold corpse.

"Blame yourself, Lord Duran, you stopped me." Catob closed his eyes and whispered, and closed the box again, even if the hostage died, he would achieve his purpose. .

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