The Exorcist Boy: The Book of Conviction

Chapter 94 Isn't your car direct?

My name is Snow, and I am an exorcist of the Black Order of the private army under the Vatican. I am committed to protecting the tranquility and peace of this world.

But at the same time I am also a killer in the darkness of the Order.

"Black" and "white" me coexist in this world, but no matter which side I play perfectly.

Fearless of difficulties, do your due diligence, and wholeheartedly destroy the goals you are responsible for.

I have crossed snow mountains and seas, deserts and wastelands.

Finally... I succeeded in catching up with the pace of the bastard Jotun. !
"Ha! Ha!!!!"

Snow lay on the horse's back, sticking out his tongue, panting heavily, looking at the swaying carriage in the distance.

The scale of the map hanging in the Comui war room is definitely wrong. How can it be so far away the size of a fingernail?

After leaving the destroyed port on the Rhine, Snow snatched a local four-horse carriage, and spent two full days and two nights arriving at the port in Beirut.

But when he arrived there, he collected information that the other party had been away for more than a day.

Then he chased after him in the direction pointed out by the kind-hearted man again.

After all, that person was very conspicuously dressed, and Jotun hadn't taken off the red robe until now.

And now he finally succeeded in catching up with Jotun, who had chartered a long-distance carriage, and four full days had passed by the time Snow successfully found this carriage.

Only one pony remained of the four-horse carriage which he had managed to acquire.

Because the other three horses moved him with compassion, they looked like they couldn't hold on any longer, so they simply untied the reins and let them go.

"Brother Ma, you are working harder, help me catch up to that old bastard, and I will set you free right away."

While making a promise to the pony under his crotch, Snow took out his spell.

Soon, a wall made of loess appeared in front of the leisurely carriage, forcing them to stop.

Snow patted his horse forward and rushed over.

Then pointing at the frightened coachman in front with 【Sacred Demon Slayer Flame】, motioned him to get off the carriage.

The other party was really obedient, covered his mouth, nodded quickly, and then climbed out of the car carefully.

Watching Snow shift his gun and point it behind the curtain of the carriage door, the coachman moved, as if he hesitated to speak.

"Archbishop Jotun, the Pope and the Bishop's Hall sentenced you seven days ago in the name of betraying the gods.

I trouble you to get caught without a fight, come out obediently, and give everyone a face before you die. "

Although he said so, Snow did not feel the aura of a living person coming from inside the carriage.

But he didn't dare to be careless. People of the cardinal's level will more or less have some means of saving their lives.

The last time he recklessly broke into the rich princess's carriage, he was kicked out by an unknown maid. This time, he learned a lot from a fall, so he should be more careful.

"That... there is no one in the carriage."

After a long time, the coachman who was covering his mouth secretly opened his hand, and then replied cautiously.

It seemed that the other party didn't know that there was no one in the carriage, and that person got off the carriage half a day ago.

What a pity!The black-clothed killer in front of him is already in such a mess, and he still insists on chasing and killing the target, but it's a pity that the bamboo basket fetches water in vain.

The coachman thought secretly in his heart.

It's just that the other party will have such an idea, because Snow's appearance is really a bit embarrassing at the moment.

His whole body looked dusty, and his hair and face looked like they hadn't been washed for several days.

His lips are shriveled, his eye sockets are sunken, and he looks like he has been tortured by wind and frost. What's more pitiful is that he still has a splint hanging on one arm.

Has even the killer had such a miserable life these days!Injured like this and still have to go to work?

Hearing the other party's words, Snow blinked his eyes in confusion, then walked forward in stride, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and it was really empty inside.

"I……"

In the next second, Snow's face began to become distorted. He opened his mouth wide and panted fiercely, as if he would suffocate in the next second.

It took about a few minutes before he calmed down his frantic heart, and turned his head to look viciously at the bewildered coachman.

"Brother, didn't you pull an old man in a red robe before, that's how he looks, he?"

Snow was so anxious that he even jumped out of the Dongguo dialect.

Fortunately, the coachman recognized the photo in his hand, looked at the tattered musket that was about to hit his forehead, and nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's him, but he got out of the car half a day ago."

Hearing this, Snow suddenly felt angry and blood welling up. Why are the local businessmen so unruly?
"No, isn't your car going direct?"

Snow was so angry that his voice broke, and he always felt as if he had said these words somewhere before.

"This morning, he said his son was dead, and asked me to put him down halfway."

The coachman looked trembling, looking at the trembling gun in front of him, he really wanted to reach out to help Snow drag it, for fear that it would go off if he was not careful.

Snow felt that he was extremely wronged now, why not just kill someone!
Why is it so hard!

And that Jotun too, he was turning left and right all the time and running around.

Snow slapped himself fiercely angrily. Since the beginning of this period, the tasks he performed have not gone smoothly.

"you……"

Snow used the gun in his hand to point at the coachman in front of him who was about to cry.

Now he just felt that he couldn't vent his anger, and the other party was just an innocent coachman, so he couldn't use it to vent his anger.

Snow rolled his eyes angrily, and then, like a deflated rubber ball, he drooped his shoulders weakly.

He was really disheartened, he felt that he was a clown played by the other party now.

But after calming down and thinking about it, Snow took out another wad of money from his pocket and threw it into the coachman's pocket.

"This is for you, from now on, I will take care of your car.

Make a U-turn right now and find where the guy got off. "

Without waiting for the other party's consent, Snow lifted the door curtain and got into the carriage.

The coachman, on the other hand, looked astonished. Looking at the not-so-thin pile of pounds in his arms, his expression gradually changed from panic to ecstasy.

There is a saying how to say it, if you lose your horse, you will know that it is not a blessing, right?

"Then...guest, shall we set off now?"

The coachman directly overturned his original view of Snow, this is not some robber, this is the God of Wealth given to him by the gods.

You must know that the goods in his cart are not worth 1/5 of the wad of gold pounds that was thrown over just now.

"Now, now, now!!!
Let's go - tons, tons, tons! ! "

The tone of the young man in the carriage was full of impatience.

It could be seen that he was not in a good mood.

Because judging from the sound of the other party's crazy "tons" of watering, it seems that he has suffered a lot along the way.

And Snow, who had poured a whole bucket of water, had become more determined just now, and was determined to solve that Archbishop Jotun.

He couldn't figure out the opponent's whereabouts along the way. Every time he found the opponent's position, Snow would always take half a step slower, and just missed the opponent's back.

It can only be said that this guy's anti-reconnaissance awareness is too strong. Snow deliberately predicted the opponent's route twice and took a shortcut.

But in the end, he couldn't even catch the opponent's shadow.

From the current point of view, after the opponent got off the port, he has been circling around the land of the Rhine, constantly circling.

I can't figure out what the purpose of this guy coming here is.

And he didn't intend to hide his whereabouts, so he walked on the street swaggeringly in the red robe representing the bishop. Didn't he know that the church would definitely send someone to deal with him?

"If I knew it earlier, I would have applied for a team of black crows."

Snow hiccupped, then took out a tattered map from his pocket, picked up the pencil end wrapped inside, and drew a cross on his previous route.

Since leaving the Suez Canal port, Snow has traveled nearly 1/3 of the Middle East in order to catch up with this old guy.

Each time the other party stays in a place for no more than half a day, and then continues to move forward non-stop, as if he picked a direction at random.

There was no law that could be figured out at all, so Snow could only follow him to eat dirt along the way.

From time to time, I have to pull out my hands to deal with the scattered demons found in the crowd on the way.

You must know that he still has a little injury on his body at this moment!
However, although one arm is covered with a splint, it can actually move normally.

It is still like this now, but by the way, it can catch more fish on the way, creating the illusion of a wounded exorcist, which will undoubtedly increase the attraction of those demons.

As for why he did this... because Snow has become a bit addicted to prostitution these days.

The demons he dealt with in the past few days all used the newly acquired ability [Soul Lock] to read and copy their memories.

Of course, only some useful ones were selected and kept.

For example, he had previously learned superb equestrian skills from the soul of a rancher.

On the soul of a traveler, I learned the skill of identifying directions in the desert.

Although there are not many bits and pieces, for Snow, it is still a disguised enhancement. It not only plays the role of destroying demons, but also obtains some small life skills. Why not do it?
But it's a pity that these "masters" of Snow have all become demons.

So the only option is to let them go.

After all, the coachman relies on this skill for a living, and the carriage under his driving is simply fast and stable.

It made Snow feel a little pity, it would be great if this person was a devil.

The car drives fast and stable, very useful.

And Snow finally took a nap for a few minutes to relax his body.

Along the way, the old and cunning cardinal seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with Snow, which made him exhausted.

No matter how he predicts and guesses, he can't see through the other party's true thoughts.

The purpose and motivation are not clear at all.

Sometimes, Snow simply thought that what he was chasing was not a person, but a headless fly.

The enemy seemed to realize that there was a tail behind him, so he kept circling in circles, trying to shake him off.

But Snow will definitely win in the end. After all, he is young, strong and full of energy.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped, and Snow subconsciously opened his eyes.

"Sir! Here we are, and that's where the man got off."

Snow gently lifted the curtain on the window, looked at the surrounding environment, and then a trace of suspicion arose in his heart.

This place clearly belongs to the territory of the Rhineland.

Why did this guy get off here?

"I remember that after the man got off the car, he seemed to be walking in the north direction. We..."

Perhaps it was because Snow's banknote ability completely convinced him, so after recalling it for a second, the coachman provided a new piece of information.

"Then keep going in this direction."

Snow had a hunch that he might have already guessed where the other party wanted to go.

After another half of the afternoon passed, Snow jumped off the carriage and looked up at the somewhat dilapidated but towering city wall in front of him.

After going around in such a big circle, isn't this Rhine City?

Compared with the last time I left, this city, which has experienced two bad news, once again changed its appearance.

After Astor died, the citizens in the city once fell into chaos.

Looting, doing miscellaneous work, taking the opportunity to riot...

After losing the central figure of military power, many ghosts and monsters, and those who wanted to fish in troubled waters all jumped out.

It wasn't until a group of newly promoted nobles took over the management of the country that the environment eased.

After a series of discussions, they decided to erect a statue of a "hero" in the center of the city to appease the hearts of the people.

And this decision, Rubelier also had to hold his nose and admit it.

Who made it impossible for the church to make public what happened here?
In addition...they also set up a cemetery belonging to Astor.

When he came here, Snow realized that he might have thought things a little bit complicated.

After casually removing the splint on his arm and washing himself up, Snow strode into the cemetery belonging to the "Heroes of the Rhineland".

Because of his clothes, no one stopped him.

Sure enough, in front of that exquisite stone tablet, an old figure in a red robe was sitting quietly.

Next to him were some hooded searchers.

Because of the special status of the archbishop, the Pope did not issue a comprehensive arrest warrant.

That is to say, except for the highest level of the main hall, no one here knows that a cardinal has been sentenced to death by the Vatican.

Now people outside think that the cardinal is here to inspect their work.

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(End of this chapter)