The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

When it comes to arrests, the market is set in Japan in the morning.

In late morning Henwood, the arrest play also seems to start after noon.

No, simply because the suspect's church admission was around noon?

Our half-disciplined freaks do not participate directly in the arrest process.

Still, as an associate, I'm part of a group of surveillance.

Today, it's not a messy bad style.

They are all horseback riding on their formal attire to reveal that they are related parties.

If you review it that way, this is certainly a young elite group.

When compared to the catcher at the scene, it's a strange thing, because it's clearly "officers and soldiers".

Kick the horse belly, slowly.

Looking at the church on the hill to your left, Trot.

Phyllia messed with me, didn't she? "The cathedral is something that goes around counter-clockwise, inside and out!" It was a long time ago.

Speaking of which, this cathedral, this little church in the village of Kumalloy, looks somewhere similar.

"Hiro, you? To where?"

Zigmund, and the half-slappy Rabies, follow me.

"I hope nothing happens, okay?

"Just in case, look around. The deputy commander scolds me. My horizons are narrow.

"If things don't involve the church, Mr. Zigmund will surely realize it.

Sighing Jigmund, he called out.

In fact, it should be. Zigmund is a war-experienced man and has received the Kaoru pottery of Master Alex.

Today yesterday and that there is just too much force on my shoulders.

Proceed with the horse.

Quiet at noon, Henwood.

I guess there's a commotion going on inside the church, but you can't even hear it outside the grounds.

All I get in my ear is the sound of the trot hitting the cobblestone.

Were you worried?

No, wasn't it?

Unlike us, the horseshoe is ringing. That's Gallup, too.

"Let's go!

As much as I don't need to hang up on you like that, the people I'm used to.

Compared to me last year, this year's freshman reliable thing.

The sound of a sword trident strikes my ear.

No, for a sword, the sound is dull. This is a strike weapon.

"Lord Hiro is not calm, either.

Molly, listening to old satisfied voice on his back, turned the corner.

Two men were beating each other up.

One is a cleric of holy divinity.

He wears a white robe and shakes a metal rod that looks like a shorter mace... with "rinse" enlarged around his lid.

Yes, he was a suspect in the case. The grocery store clerk.

He's wielding a weapon like, "At the end of his sock, he put heavy stuff in it".

Blackjack!

I thought it might be difficult just for an anomalous weapon, and the clergyman is dealing with something good.

Right. Blackjack's orbit is the same as Morningstar's.

To the priests, it was a weapon they were accustomed to.

The suspect, still desperately resisting.

The movement, after all, is not "hospitable".

Shortly after we disembark to enter the scissors, a stone strikes the suspect.

Damien.

Throw in one after the other. It won't be fatal, but enough to restrain the movement.

Mace was properly swung down to the brain, and there was a battle.

A victorious cleric looked back.

"Lend me your horse! We have to go after the other one!

Peeping through the matching eyes of the clothes is the clasp. Looks pretty good quality.

The robe itself was luxurious if viewed calmly.

Sa 'Alan.

I know the face of the man who looked back, his powerful hook nose.

Bartolomeo Cavalieri.

He was the chief officer of the New Metropolitan diocese, the man.

It's something I've come across a nostalgic face... but it doesn't look good nonetheless.

Flirting back into the chair and running the lower end should be his main line.

Even now, that hook nose with the fat sweat, how dare you... "Bishop" It is also unlike a priest who is commonly known as the "High Bishop".

"Bishop, we'll take care of this.

Ever since my first impression, I've only thought he was a nasty guy, but that's right, isn't it?

but refused.

"This way out leads to the dock. The best person to know the directions details is me!

Still, there seems to be room to fix the end of the story.

But I see.

Only the chief executive should know the way out of a time of need.

The killers, well, this is what they were up to. I've been going through the church, and I guess I found it myself.

Bishop Cavalieri, he said he got ahead of himself by reading the thoughts of those culprits and tried to wipe his own ass of lethargy. Is that so? It still turns my head.

But I didn't know you'd come without your men. One or two of the handlers, there would be.

I got a report from my secretary yesterday, and you ate bubbles, didn't you?

Are you all right? Take someone who's had blood all the way up his head.

... What time I had to make a decision, I couldn't get it to me.

"Oh! The bishop himself did not come. To your noble will, this Jigmunt Kubitsua, is a trembling thought! Together, strike down the enemies of teaching!

"That top, the Cathedral Knight Hall! Yeah, let's come!

Oh, already...

We have no choice!

"Anne stays. And Valeria. Make sure you hand over the guy stretching out there. Tina, so are you. You're not good at horses, are you? Albert needs to come. Because I'm heading to the harbor. So...

"Let me stay. I can give you the name of the Mel family, and you're an old man. Explain the circumstances.

"Please, Damian! Frederick is......

"I'll follow you, Lord Ten Horsemen? When I get here, I want to see it till the end.

"It's settled! I'm leaving, Bishop!

The Half-Slappy Rare Regiment was dissolved here once.

Nevertheless, if this is still a step wrong, such as the group that runs through the cobblestones of the new capital in a gallop, even if no doubt, it is the Jane Walking Regiment.

By the way, if the day were to blast through the quiet city of Henwood.

Leading the way are Bishop Zigmund and Cavalieri, driven by religious passion.

with war-experienced people who pushed the gold forward. A middle-aged man with a mace on his shoulder (in kingdom society, in his early thirties, he is a middle-aged man who cannot be pushed or pushed).... Then I see, Bishop Cavalieri, that's an "old car club" this.

A half-disciplined Rare Regiment that set up a new "Bishop of Madness", not the "Old Car Club", as a special forces captain (Buccomi).

Blast through the city.

One cleric acknowledged Cavalieri's appearance.

He also breathes constantly and screams desperately as he walks together on foot.

"Bishop! What happened!

Bishop Cavalieri with his eyes in place, he has only seen it before.

Jigmund was screaming back at him instead.

"Teach the enemy!

The cleric's leg stopped.

Knowing the circumstances, I don't think it's the same as…

"Teach your enemies, then you have no choice. What a cleric like me can do..." and I guess he even gave up.

I thought it was a big mistake.

The clergyman, once he stopped, shouted out loud.

"Teach the enemy! Teach the enemy! Meet those who teach. Meet them!

Again, he seems desperate to run out. My voice approaches me.

No, you're not.

The common followers responded to the call of the clergy.

"Teach the enemy!

Screaming, propagating.

From the front left, I heard a horseshoe sound, joining our half-slappy Rare Regiment.

"… parish affiliation, priests… hereinafter five horsemen. Teach your enemies to destroy and join the ranks!

A trumpet? Start blowing things like that.

The trumpet that is blown under the painful breath of horseback riding is truncated.

Trouble because it only sounds like "paralysis".

Similar people, literally, come together in triplets.

It's not just the clergy. External groups, officials, they come together.

"Mr. Zigmund! of the Knights of the Diocese......!

"... more to the life of an elderly priest, the composer XX of the diocese affiliation!

"Teach the enemy!" The cry was finally overtaking our group.

A carriage, a horse, paves the way in advance for that voice that resonates from before.

The station kiosk offers me a replacement horse.

Raise your voice, sound your trumpet, and let your horse walk as you wish.

This might be a little fun......

I just tasted the feelings of the Jane Walking Regiment there.

The festival came to an end.

We arrived at the dock in the southeast of the new capital.

There was a ship, about to leave the harbor slowly.

Bishop Cavalieri, what seems to be a passage of the Holy Word, in his mouth.

That's the priest, should I say?

Even curse words and dirty murmurs would just want to throw it away.

Albert rushes into the harbor office.

Often, and not so long later, he was beaten to pieces.

It must be some kind of alarm. The foot of the ship that was about to leave the harbor stopped.

Frederick, who has no way of doing so, brings in a "mogi" man.

"Yeah, if you're a horse-riding, panicking cleric, you've been boarded over there...

People who don't know what's going on raise their voices.

"Oh, did you get ahead of yourself?

"Then if you contact that cleric, on board...

I don't think so. But well.

"Thank you all for your cooperation, then. … Now, borrow a skipper or a boat…"

The word was blocked by the loud noise "Gashari", which stood behind him.

Turn around, unexpectedly worked out naked back.

Not "naturally", but "unexpectedly".

Yes. It was Cavalieri, not Zigmund, who was naked.

The bishop, who finished reciting the sacrament, jumped in without hesitation.

of the autumn frost moon, on a cold river surface.

The festival wasn't over.

The scream goes up...... that stays the way it is, it becomes a voice of praise.

"The Bishop himself!

"Don't be late!

Before my eyes, mass hysteria was about to unfold.

You don't have to blow Harmeln's whistle. Come on!

"Asakura!"

"Ouch!

Maximum spiritual output.

Creepy chills cover the area.

There are also many spiritual abilities in clerics. If this frightens you.

"Mr. Zigmund! You stop it! I'm a cathedral knight!

The Cathedral Knight who had stripped away his mayonnaise like clothes and had his buckethead at his feet.

Raise your voice in the blindfold.

"Thank you all for your cooperation. Rough things are our work, the Cathedral Knight. Please, I want to leave it to you!

It sounds like a cathedral knight to me. That's okay.

Get in the boat Albert and Frederick have been sourcing.

Bishop Cavalieri was on the verge of catching up with the ship.

That swimming method, this is just a butterfly, too.

... asshole, but you're pretty good at it.

Ride the church on horseback and run quite a distance from there to the back entrance. Horseback riding again. So, swimming.

Exactly a triathlon.

Between them, we're pinching a real killing.

"Bishop Cavalieri, you're tough.

Shake your honest thoughts around.

"I have a family name, naturally.

Albert spoke without a word.

So this is nobility...... A high level of demand.

"No, Mr. Albert. Exactly so far, it's hard to do. It's a gift of everyday training. Plus now, come on, driven by a sense of purpose. The nobility of your teachings, I also carved them into my heart once again.

"But in as long as we waited for the boat, wasn't there?

"It's hard for you to say that, Mr. Frederick. Now, will you take into account the Bishop's heart?

Have you just calmed down?

Zigmund's festival seemed to be over.

Bishop Cavalieri, on the other hand.

In the middle of a bare festival.

He stuck to the hull of a large freighter and was beginning to climb.

Hollywood movie!

Intelli's power elite is actually working out her body, and solo adventurous behavior...

Well, suppose we follow Zigmund's words?

I'm trying to take back the big mess myself. Perhaps that mind should be taken into account.

Our boat's a lot closer too.

From a freighter high above, you hear a hustle and bustle.

Depleted of strength, on top of that, in naked bishops, minutes are too bad for the struggle.

We have to hurry!

I just attached it to the rope ladder and the water column went up.

Turn around where the sound is, followed further by Bishop Cavalieri.

I know how the suspect feels.

If the half-naked ki-o-guy chases me, then you run away, right?

But in the water, the naked have their share.

The festival finally came to an end.