The prisoner's soul was split and taken to Sir Pero's hall.
The Sir, somewhat impatient but having to show a hint of respect, said, "Miss Prison Slave, it's nice to see you again. But I remember we didn't seem to say goodbye the last time we parted."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't want to trouble you either, but there's something very important that needs your help." The prisoner said with a tense face.
"Is it about the three men? If so, please be brief. If not, then don't say it. I don't want to help with anything else. I'm old and not in good health. I don't have that much energy."
"It's about those three people." "Sir, if your men find those three men, or any of them, please arrest them," said the prison slave.
"All right, all right, catch them and I'll take them straight to the cathedral."
"No need. Lock them up first. I'll come and take them away in a few days." The jailer spoke very fast.
"All right, all right, I'll do as you wish." "The Sir Said helplessly.
The prisoner did not say goodbye and turned straight out. She told herself that there was still a lot to do and that I had to get back to the cathedral quickly.
Before the horse had come to a stop at the entrance of the church, the prisoner jumped down and headed straight for the innermost part. A familiar believer greeted her along the way, but she didn't even respond and ran fast.
Running into the church of Redemption, the prison slave found the familiar door and, without knocking, broke it open.
Inside the room, the dead Warrior and the Bishop of God looked at him at the same time.
"So the Necromancer is there too." The prisoner whispered, went in, closed the door, and then approached the necromancer, looking at the Bishop of God.
"Prison slave, you are so impolite." "The bishop said.
"Your honor, please forgive my fault. If I had knocked on the door and come in with your permission, I might not have seen Your Excellency the Soul Warrior." After saying this, the prison slave turned sideways and nodded to the warrior standing on his left.
The Undead warrior did not respond. He did not know what kind of response to the woman who had disrupted one of his operations.
The undead warrior remained silent, but the prison slave asked him straightforwardly, "What did you find from the dead?"
"Prison slave!" The bishop raised his voice a little.
The Undead warrior answered the prisoner's question: "We wanted to find that thing in him. Unfortunately, we didn't find it."
"Since there's no such thing, why did you kill him?"
He was already dead before we searched his body. Besides, he was the real killer of the Red-robed bishop, and we killed him as a small favor for the Knight of Light. As the leader of the Knights of Light, Miss Prison Slave, you should thank us."
"Don't say who the real killer of the Red Robe Bishop is, because I know the killer is not the dead, but..."
"Prison slave, you can't speak nonsense." The bishop roughly broke the words of the prison slave.
There was a murderous air about the Soul warrior, and he said coldly, "Miss Prison Slave, you know too much." As soon as he finished speaking, the warrior's cross slash sprang out, and the icy blade flashed with a dazzling light.
The prison slave's sword also slid out of its scabbard.
The cross strikes the light of the sword, and the moment the power and sound burst forth, it vanishes, as if sucked away by a powerful mental force field. There are many transparent ripples in the air between the prison slave and the dead warrior, spreading out and fading.
The Bishop of God himself stood up, his eyes closed, and crossed his hands in front of him.
The Undead warrior retracted his weapon and looked at the bishop in surprise. He did not expect that the Bishop of God could create such a powerful mental force field in such a short time without relying on a wand. He knew that even a few more people, or even dozens of others, would have been drained by the force field just now.
"Your Excellency the Bishop, you must give me an explanation." The Necromancer knew that a direct confrontation would not work.
"The prison slave was also a participant in this operation, and of course she would know why the Red-robed bishop died. But she doesn't know exactly." "The bishop said.
The Undead warrior turned to the prison slave and asked, "Do you know the exact identity of the murderer?"
"She doesn't know." The bishop was afraid that the prisoners would talk nonsense.
"That's good." The Undead warrior said as he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.
The bishop heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Prison slave, you've gone too far today. I said you must not be against the Souls of the dead and the Dark Knights."
"Your Lord Bishop, what is the real identity of the murderer? Why are you so afraid of him?"
"You don't know?" The bishop was astonished, thinking that the prisoners had already guessed it.
I always thought the murderer belonged to an organization that the church couldn't afford to offend, but I had no idea who he really was.
"Then don't try to find out. Prison slave, it's not good for you to know too much. Don't be suspicious of anything anymore. Those things have nothing to do with you. From today on, the Order of Light is directly under the command of the Knight Commander and no longer belongs to you. And you don't need to take part in this operation either. Just preach well from now on."
"But Your Excellency..."
"Stop talking. I'm tired today and need to rest. Go down." The bishop left his seat and went to a row of bookshelves.
The prison slave, like an angry lion, rushed out of the bishop's room.
Night fell quietly, and the wall lamps in the cathedral were lit one by one by the believers who were in charge of lighting them. The prisoners deliberately changed into black clothes and hurried out of the church.
There were few people left in the hall. While arranging the books on the lectern, the bishop in the blue robe prayed softly. Seeing the prison maid pass through the aisle on the side of the hall, he called out to her: "Prison maid, are you going out so late? The bishop asked me to tell you that there will be your lecture notes in the hall tomorrow. Two to six in the afternoon, do you remember?"
"Thank you, Grandpa. I remember." The prisoner said, moving faster.
She ran out of the main entrance of the church, which was about to close, towards the direction where the bodies of criminals were hung for public display during the day. Although the city was still bustling at night, few people were willing to visit that place at night. So the closer you get to the city gate, the fewer people there are. When approaching the city gate, not only were there no people, but there was no light at all.
By the faint light from the two fire basins on either side of the city gate, the prison slave saw from afar that the corpse on the city tower had disappeared. There was no one under the tower, only a few warhorses standing still, their bodies as dark as night.
"Have they already come?" The prisoner muttered to himself and walked slowly over.
As I got closer, I could see more clearly. On the ground, the Knight of Light lay all over, with dark red bloodstains hanging on his body, looking dead. The prison slave carefully stepped over the scattered corpses but did not find the bodies of the three men. She heaved a sigh of relief, at least the two men weren't dead here. It's just that I don't know where they are now, whether they are being hunted down by the undead warriors.
She turned back, wanting to go back.
Suddenly, an axe came, and she quickly stepped back a few steps to dodge. A black figure emerged from behind the black horse, took a few steps forward, and the axe came again. The other men who were hiding behind the horses also came out, brandishing their axes around the prison slaves.
The prison slave retreated to the brazier and drew his sword.
Then a shadow raised his hand, and the others stopped moving. The shadow hung his axe around his waist and said, "It is the Messenger of the holy, Miss Prison slave." He stared at the prisoner's nightgown as if to ask: Why are you dressed like this?
"Is it the Dark Knight?" " "Asked the prisoner.
"What are you doing here?" The Dark Knight doesn't seem to want to answer meaningless questions.
"I guessed the deceased's accomplices would come, so I came to see." She looked up at the city tower. "It's a pity that I'm late."
"We didn't come early either, and they ran away."
The prison slave wanted to learn something from the Dark Knight and asked, "Aren't you ready to prevent them from stealing corpses? Didn't you hide nearby before? Also, where are they fleeing to now?"
But the Dark Knight was not convinced. "Miss Prison Slave, I heard that you are only responsible for preaching now, so forgive me for not telling you." Having said this, he toppled over his black warhorse, and so did the others. After that, they left.
The prisoner's heart was empty. Yes, now I'm only responsible for preaching and no longer have the right to know things that have nothing to do with the doctrine. Then I will never be able to look for or protect the man in my heart again, will I? Those white eyes, that determined look, imprinted on my heart, seemed to dig out much of the sediment in my heart.
She walked slowly back. At the same time, she asked herself a lot of questions.
"Who is he?"
"Why would you help him, even abandon your own organization?"
"Don't forget that you have more important things to do. Give up those meaningless things, will you?"
Then another voice answers instead of itself.
"He is... I don't know who he is either. I don't even know his name to this day."
"I don't even know why I helped him. Only, when I first met him, I resisted him, but he didn't fight back. He just looked at me quietly. Those eyes were beautiful, as if they were filled with endless sorrow. I do not want to abandon my organization, but I do not know why I break the code again and again for him."
"I know, I know I have important things to do. I had thought of giving up helping him, but every time I thought of him, the defense in my heart broke down completely. He must have hated me, because we were always on opposite sides. Perhaps he doesn't know I'm helping him. Let him not know. I have my own business to do and my future is uncertain. But I know he's not my enemy - nor will he be my friend."
Gu You and Lian Wu emerged from the darkness when the prison slave had gone far away.
The evening breeze blew, carrying a sinister atmosphere.
The two crept up to the city tower, and Lianwu whispered, "What happened?"
"We're late. It seems someone has taken the body of the remnant soul." Gu You looked around.
Lian Wu wondered, "Someone took away the body of the remnant soul? Who is it? I remember the remnant didn't mention that he knew anyone else."
"Yes, I didn't. But the spirit has many things hidden in its heart that it doesn't tell us. For instance, why the Dark Knight was chasing him, and what exactly he had lost."
Lian Wu thought of something and said, "It's possible that the person who took the remnant soul wasn't his friend, but someone else. Or perhaps it was a self-directed and self-performed play by the church."
Gu You nodded. "It's possible. Then let's get out of here quickly."
The two of them ran away quickly and dived into the darkness.
They returned to the Pei Luo Chamber of Commerce, entered the hall, and saw the Split Soul sitting in the hall waiting. Their hearts were filled with the sorrowful shadows left by the remnant of the soul, and they stood before the soul without saying a word.
The split soul did not ask where the remnant soul had gone, perhaps he had already received the news. He said, "Have you bought the book?"
Gu You took the poetry collection out of his bosom and handed it over.
Liehun took a look and didn't expect that there really was such a book. He stood up and said, "Keep the book for now. You two come with me. Sir Has something very important to convey to you."
Split Soul goes ahead, Gu You and Lian Wu follow behind. The three of them quickly walked out of the entrance hall and turned into the dark corridor.
The footsteps echoed in the darkness, and the dull eyes of the remnant appeared in my mind again. Then came his clean, hearty laughter. And his words.
"I have good hearing."
"Be careful, my friend."
"Ahead are the downward steps." "
...
Clenching the fist, a voice crept up from the bottom of the heart: "Remnant Soul, I will avenge you."
Suddenly, two pairs of arms reached out from the front and grabbed Gu You by the shoulder. Judging from the sound, several more people fell from the ceiling and grabbed Gu You and Lian Wu tightly.
"What are you doing?" Gu You shouted.
"Be quiet and don't move around, lest you suffer physical pain." "Split Soul said.
Gu You broke free from the hand on his right shoulder, swung his fist to the left, landed heavily on the man in the darkness, and then loosened the hand on his left shoulder. A man fell down. A few more men rushed forward at once, grabbed Gu You's hands and shoulders, and pressed him face down to the ground. Gu You tried to break free, but his hands were quickly tied behind his back by the men.
After another commotion in the corridor, Lian Wu's voice swam close to the ground: "Gu You, are you okay?"
"These bastards!" Gu You cursed.
Split Soul came over and said, "Don't curse, and don't hold grudges. We wouldn't have done this, but you are the ones the church is looking for. Miss Prison Slave came before you were requisitioned and arranged everything for us. We had no need to cooperate with the church to betray you, but we did not want to have any conflict with the church. If you want to hate, hate that you have offended someone you should not have offended. Drag them to the dungeon."
Gu You felt a punch in the back of his head and then lost consciousness.