Chapter 489 Seven Terry

Fran Berand and his clergy hid in the church area and directly locked the door of the church area, and this subconscious escape behavior in the panic was perhaps the stupidest decision he made in his life.

He handed over the outer city and shattered the final cohesion of the Holy Light Church.

After that, three days passed.

Three days ago, the out-of-control and farce-like heresy trial ended with the complete blockade of the church district, and then the whole city was surrounded by a strange atmosphere.

At that time, the civilians gathered around the burning platform gathered for a long time after watching the door of the church district closed, but in the end, no one made any rash actions such as attacking the church or overthrowing the priests. On the contrary, they finally remained rare. Scattered and retreated, but Amber knew very well that only the crowd had dispersed, but the flames in people's hearts had already been ignited.

The next three days were the three days when the flames burned more and more vigorously.

For three consecutive days, the "leaflet bombardment" of the Cecilians was not interrupted for a day. Every morning, noon and night, a round of shelling would arrive on time. Blown away by magic power, scattered all over the city.

These flyers will not only land in the outer city, but also in the church area of ​​the inner city, and this time, the priests in the church area finally gave up cleaning these flyers completely.

They let these flyers float everywhere in the city, and even covered the roofs and courtyards of churches, they let the outer city completely lose control, and seemed to give up the idea of ​​​​reordering.

People in the outer city began to openly collect the fliers that had fallen into the city, and began to openly discuss the priests in the church. They gathered in the streets and alleys, and communicated between households. During the day, waves of people came to the church district. On the square, staring at the blocked gate with glares, at night, there are countless dotted candles moving between the streets, and in the shadows of the candles, there are talk of blatant attacks on the church.

The curfew system has completely failed, and the outer city is falling into a strange situation, where calm and excitement coexist, indifference and madness coexist. It seems that a sweet smell of blood has spread in Luan City, but in the church district in the center of the city, Everything was uncharacteristically quiet.

Since Fran Berand entered the cathedral, no priest or knight of the Holy See has ever seen the bishop come out of it...

Night fell on the fourth day. In a secret stronghold near the square, the officers of the Military Intelligence Agency were gathering in the room. The flickering candles lit up this small room. Beside, reporting the information just collected:

"The gates of the church district are still blocked,

The chapel district can be seen from the heights of the outer city, but the movement of the cathedral is completely unclear. Fran Berenger seems to have locked the cathedral inside as well..."

Another MIIA operative also stood up: "No signs of escape from the priests in the church district..."

"Civilians spontaneously blocked the intersections. We had previously spread the news that the priests of the cathedral were preparing to flee, and now the news seems to have worked."

"Some of the church soldiers who were stranded in the outer city were disarmed on their own initiative. They walked out from several stations in the outer city, tied each other, and came to the streets to ask for food from the civilians. We tried to guide the residents to share a little bit. Food was given to those church soldiers, and now those soldiers are their own."

Amber quietly fiddled with the dagger in her hand while listening to the reports of her subordinates. She seemed to be waiting for something. Those long elf ears trembled slightly in the air and turned sharply in a certain direction from time to time. An absent-minded look on his face.

A subordinate finally noticed the situation of his boss, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss... are you listening?"

"I'm listening," Amber waved his hand casually, and then his ears shook again, "But stop for a while, we have guests tonight."

The officers of the Military Intelligence Agency looked at each other in amazement, while Amber shook her wrist, and the poisoned dagger she had been playing with the previous second was silently put away by her, and almost at the same time, there was an abrupt knock on the door. sounded.

"Go open the door—don't use force."

The MIIA operator standing near the door received Amber's instructions and immediately stepped forward to open the door - but even though Amber said not to use force, the operator still put his hand on his waist, where there was a short sword to protect him.

The door opened, and a tall, thin middle-aged man in ordinary linen clothes, with short brown curly hair, who looked like a commoner, stood at the door. Behind him stood two people, also in coarse clothes, dressed as commoners.

The tall and thin man glanced at the room, with a hint of vigilance and nervousness on his face, while the military intelligence officers in the room also looked at the "guests" at the door, and almost at the same time, each of them All subconsciously tensed the muscles of the whole body:

Although the three people standing at the door were all wearing shoddy linen clothes, they could never be civilians—these three people had full and shiny skin, and although their expressions were tense, their eyes were bright. Obviously, they had not been hungry recently. People with such characteristics... can only come from the church district!

Just when the atmosphere suddenly became tense, Amber's voice came from the deepest part of the room: "Let them come in, I know they are coming."

The operator at the door stared at the three people in front of him and stepped back a little to make way for the entry and exit. After the three people entered the room, he immediately probed out and quickly glanced at the situation outside to confirm that no one was ambushing or following. He quickly backed away and closed the door.

The three people who entered the room came to Amber under the stares of several pairs of eyes, and the latter looked up and down the tall and thin man who was obviously the leader, and after a while, took the initiative to break the silence: "I thought you would not show up—then I just have to take a backup plan."

The tall and thin man showed a wry smile: "...We've been looking for you for a long time, but we didn't expect you to be hidden so close to the church district, right under our noses."

"The more dangerous the place is, the safer it is, just like the more religious the place is, the less faith there is." Amber's casual remark made the face of the tall and thin man in front of him tremble, and then she followed closely without giving him a chance to refute, "Introduction Take a look at yourself, my subordinates are curious."

"...Seven Terry," the tall and thin man was silent for a moment, then said a little tangled, "low-level priest, administrator of the small church in the west. These two are my friends - Amar K. Ritter and Coleman Ronnie."

Amber nodded and explained to his subordinates casually: "This man named Seven Terry was greeted by me. I secretly stuffed a small note on him and agreed to let him come."

The military intelligence officers in the room were a little surprised, but the people here were all cultivated by Amber, and they realized almost instantly what the three priests who ran out of the church area meant, so no one was there. Questioning, but quietly watching the development of things.

"To be honest, I thought you would be the only one who came here," Amber looked at the priest named Seven Terry with a little playfulness, "When I heard three footsteps, I almost wanted to You are sentenced to death."

Seven Terry ignored Amber's vague threat, but asked curiously, "Why did you contact me?"

This tall and thin middle-aged priest was one of the disciplined priests who wore a linen robe, walked barefoot, and was guarded by discipline monks in the Heretic Judgment Square. However, he was not the only priest who was disciplined at that time. Make him feel extra curious.

Amber replied casually: "There was once a pastor who was preaching in the south passing by Lu'an City, his name was Wright."

"Wright...that big man?" Seven Terry was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, "Ah, then I understand... It seems that he is indeed with you. I remember him, ever since the reformation of divine arts. After that, it was rare to see a classical priest like him. How has he been?"

"It's okay, the God of Holy Light dumped him, and then he dumped the God of Holy Light. Now he is rubbing his own Holy Light, and he is leading a team to teach others to rub the Holy Light," Amber shrugged, "About His situation will not be clear for a while, I will only tell you one thing: Wright said that if there are the last few people in Luan City with a conscience, then Seven Terry must be one of them. That's how you are. chosen."

"Has holding a conscience turned out to be a rare quality of a cleric?" Seven Terry's tone was full of ridicule, but after the ridicule his expression quickly returned to normal, he looked at the short half-hearted man in front of him. The elves, as well as the MI agents in the room, had extremely complicated expressions on their faces, "You...or the duke behind you, what do you want?"

Amber smiled slightly and said tactfully and politely, "I want the Church of Holy Light to get out."

The skin on Seven Terry's face trembled again: "Aren't you afraid that I will go to the cathedral to sue you?"

"Don't say such stupid words, it will make me doubt Wright's vision. Now, you shouldn't be able to see the situation clearly - will we worry about your report? In addition... Do you think the Holy Light Can the church still gain a firm foothold in the South?"

Seven Terry's face was gloomy and uncertain, he seemed to want to refute something, but before he could speak, Amber suddenly picked up a piece of paper from the table beside him and handed it to the priest: "Take a look. "

Seven Terry took the piece of paper curiously. At first, he thought it was a flyer printed by Cecil, but after seeing the content on it, his expression froze.

It was a newspaper, dated yesterday, and the first page of the newspaper had a headline in huge font:

"Evil breeds in Lu'an City, and millions of people in the south look forward to the Lord's restoration of the Holy Light order"

Below this line of horror titles, Priest Seven Terry saw a picture that made him dizzy: On the vivid black and white portrait, it was the Holy See knights and church soldiers of Luan City dragging the beaten dying. A scene of civilians walking up to the stake.

This heretical trial, which has been very common in recent years, is particularly terrifying due to the photographer's angle and the atmosphere of the square background.

"It's the newspaper - I don't know if you've heard of this under lockdown, but I can tell you it's all over the South, and it's published twice a week. You think it's spilling into town these days. How many leaflets are there? In fact...they are just scraps from the printing of these newspapers."

Seven Terry let go of the newspaper in his hand slumped, all his persistence and fluke mentality were gone.

It turned out... the terrifying and overwhelming flyers in Luan City were just the tip of the iceberg of all the actions of the Cecil people.

Thinking of how long these people have been lurking in Lu'an City, and how much these people have spread the situation in Lu'an City through some kind of magical power, the priest felt shivering.

And all of this... was planned by that terrifying founding hero, Gawain Cecil, right?

"Exiled Holy Light... What do you get?"

The devout Holy Light priest finally spoke, and his hoarse voice startled him.

"You made a mistake, we didn't plan to exile the Holy Light from the beginning," Amber immediately corrected the other party's statement, "What we want to exile is only the church - only by exiling the church can the people get the Holy Light."

"Exiled from the church?" Seven Terry's heart that was about to sink to the end suddenly jumped. He seemed to have grasped the point. "You mean..."

"New Order of Light... Ha, I didn't think I would be discussing this kind of thing with a priest of the Light, but who made it my job - we would build a new Order of Light, and all this, All it takes is your little cooperation."