Chapter 261 The Lost Priest

Chen Ke came out from the side of the bridge pier, and the roof of the building next to him was within reach. The pointed brick and stone arch was burned black by the fire, and there was a big hole on one side.

He measured it and found that the distance from the bridge pier to the big hole on the roof was about three or four meters. With his athletic ability, he should be able to jump in.

Pedestrians running on the street could be seen under the bridge pier. They were dressed in ancient costumes and shouted English that Chen Ke could not confirm the exact meaning. It should be some lost English with a unique accent.

Chen Ke carried the sword on his shoulder, stepped back a few steps, and brewed his emotions. If he was unarmed, he would be more confident to jump over, but it was hard to say with a sword.

"Hey!" Chen Ke gritted his teeth, exerted force on his thighs, and ran. He took six steps to run up, jumped on the seventh step, drew an arc in the air, and landed on the wooden floor without any danger, making a loud "bang" sound.

The spire was still a little far from the floor inside the building, and it was hard to see clearly at night, so Chen Ke misjudged the height difference when he jumped in and almost twisted his foot, but fortunately nothing happened, so he was able to calmly look around.

Chen Ke didn't know how many floors this building had. Judging from the height, there should be four or five floors, and the height of each floor was about 3 meters.

This room was not big, probably less than 50 square meters, and maybe it would be bigger below. There were many bookshelves around, but they were all tilted, and books were scattered all over the floor.

At the end of the corner, Chen Ke saw a big black iron ball. He looked back along the rolling dents on the floor, and then looked up at the hole on the roof. He immediately understood that it was thrown in by siege equipment.

Is there a siege war now? Is Van Hede surrounded by others?

Chen Ke summoned the priest mask to cover his Asian face. After all, there were people on the street in this time and space. He didn't know if Van Hede had Asians, and he was not sure what the skin color of the people attacking them was, so it was better to be cautious.

Chen Ke walked down the spiral wooden staircase. Along the way, he heard the horrible sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and buildings being smashed through from time to time on the street. The siege war outside was going on like a hot tea. It seemed that he came at the wrong time.

The siege in the Middle Ages was a big project, and it might last for a long time.

The attackers would usually surround the castle and cut off its supply route. What's more, they would even poison the upstream of the river flowing through the city, or dig a new channel to divert water, so that the river in the city would dry up and lose water supply.

After a small-scale conflict outside the city, the engineering team would also use catapults to throw corpses into the wall, causing a plague to break out in the city. In the past, they used disease and hunger to wear down the will and morale of the defenders.

But judging from the current situation, the attackers were obviously a little anxious.

There was no one in the entire building, and Chen Ke had already determined that this was a library.

He picked up the scattered books on the ground and flipped through a few pages. The luxurious and complex handwritten artistic fonts, yellowed parchment, and the complex illustrations at the foot of the page made Chen Ke marvel at the exquisiteness of the production.

In the Middle Ages, there was a job called copyist, who was the ancestor of the modern middle class. In the era before the invention of printing, books were mass-produced by copying by these people, so books were luxury goods for the nobility in the Middle Ages.

Of course, Chen Ke didn't know which era Van Hede was in. In addition, those artistic fonts were too hardcore, so Chen Ke couldn't understand the content of the book at all, so maybe the Middle Ages he knew was different from Van Hede.

The single door of the library was open, and Chen Ke came to the street. The flames soared into the sky, and even the night sky turned red. There was a fire in the city, which meant that the other party would still throw burning barrels covered with asphalt.

Just thinking about this, a fireball fell from the sky and hit the window on the third floor of the bookstore, making a huge explosion. The barrel cracked, and the burning asphalt inside - of course, it might not be asphalt - splashed out.

Chen Ke was startled and flew towards the street. The fire mud splashed down like raindrops falling to the ground. If he was hit, his flesh would definitely be burned through.

He lay on the ground, and his green robe was also stained with mud. Looking back at the library, there was a big hole in the front three floors, and as the fire intensified, the upper floors of the entire building began to burn.

"Damn, if I was a step later, I would have been burned to death in there..." Chen Ke wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was not because of fear, but because the city was too hot.

He just wanted to get up, and suddenly felt his arm being grabbed by a hand, and the other party helped him up.

The ruthless anger of Faralis was still on the ground, and Chen Ke's muscles were tense. This was his first contact with other people in the Great Void.

"Priest! Why are you here?" A knight in bright silver armor stood beside Chen Ke and asked in surprise.

After asking this, Chen Ke realized that he was wearing the robe of the Black Ring Church, and the other party mistook him for a priest. He put on his hood and secretly looked at the knight.

He was a head taller than Chen Ke, and his silver armor was streamlined and very good-looking. His helmet was not a barrel helmet or a hood helmet, but a helmet with slender windows and wing-shaped decorations on both sides. There was also a white cloak behind the armor.

Even if Chen Ke didn't understand the armor forging technology of the Middle Ages in Europe, he could see that the forging technology of this armor was very luxurious. The breastplate was almost formed in one piece, and the joints of the arms, elbows and gloves were tightly connected, reflecting red light under the fire.

The skirt armor adopts a laminated design, and there is also a chain mail part inside, which provides excellent defense for the hips while not hindering mobility.

In contrast, the weapon used by the knight is a triangular diamond-shaped silver shield in his left hand, with the pattern of Vanhede engraved in the center, and a silver long sword inserted at his waist.

This set of equipment looks heavy, and the identity of the knight must be extraordinary to wear this helmet.

"I'm..." Chen Ke didn't know what to say, so he could only stop talking.

"You should take refuge in the church. Can you go by yourself?" The knight asked.

Chen Ke nodded. He didn't feel the murderous aura, but Chen Ke couldn't take it lightly, and was always ready to summon the sun spear hammer to hit the opponent.

He had never heard the knight's accent before. He had heard English with at least several accents since he came to this world, including the standard American English accent represented by Diana, Shreli, Pangia and Hall, Sam's black accent, Priskin's Maozi English accent, Pihom's British accent, and Heinard and Lucina's Latin accent.

But he had never heard the knight's accent before, and it was different from the pedestrians running and fleeing on the street. Chen Ke guessed that this was a unique aristocratic accent that only the nobles or upper classes of Vanhede had.

In the Middle Ages, knights were also a class.

"Your sword, priest." The knight said, bending down to pick up the ruthless anger of Faralis and handing the hilt to Chen Ke.

This guy has some skills... Chen Ke himself had a hard time holding it with one hand, but this guy was very easy...

He took the sword and stuck the tip of the sword into the ground.

"I'm leaving, priest. Black Ring Forever!" The knight said, clenching his right fist to protect his chest.

"Black Ring...Yongsheng." Chen Ke also replied and bowed.

The knight nodded, drew his sword from his waist, and ran to the other end of the street.

"Fuck... What should I do..." Chen Ke looked at the knight's back and sighed.