Father Mavie

Chapter 157 Fanatical Believers (please subscribe!!!)

Father Satuk boarded the public carriage, and in the cramped and narrow space, pairs of eyes stared at him, full of complex meanings such as doubt, calm, and displeasure.

Someone was smoking in the car!
Father Satuk glanced at the man sitting by the window smoking a pipe, didn't say much, just stood at the boarding gate and observed the people in the carriage.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and find a place to sit down! If there is no space, just roll up there!"

I don't know who took the lead, and there was a echo in the public carriage immediately. It seemed that many people were angry at Father Satuk's gesture of standing still for a long time. After all, it was a waste of everyone's time, and this place was not a comfortable environment. , No one wants to sit for an extra second, but there is a person who wants to get in the car or not, who wants to check or not, who is not angry?

Father Satuk's ability to control his emotions was obviously good, and he was not shaken by the continuous dissatisfaction in the carriage. His eyes swept over the faces, and finally...
It landed on several figures in the rear corner.

Pausing only for a moment, Father Satuk looked away, sat in the crowd, squeezed, and winked at his subordinates outside.

"Let's go!"

The understanding policemen waved their hands to indicate that the stagecoach could pass.

After thanking a few times, the coachman standing behind the car beat the reins and steered the two pony horses to drag the heavy carriage forward, slowly driving into the road outside the city.

Several servants of the gods followed quietly. When they moved, the knights ambushing in the woods also moved, and they followed far behind without any hurry.

wow wow
Amidst the snorting of the horses, the bushes on both sides of the road flickered slightly, and colorful shadows shuttled among them, closely following behind the knights.

The public carriage was going to Wellington Bridge Village in the south, and it took the Chengnan Avenue, which was not in the same direction as the carriage that sent porcelain to Watford City.

After walking a certain distance, Albert didn't find the stalker, so he took out a whistle from his arms, put it on his mouth and blew it.

drop--

drop--

"drive!"

"drive!"

Hearing the whistle, the Knights immediately speeded up, rushed forward, and stopped the public carriage in an open area.

Suddenly being stopped by so many knights in black armor, the passengers panicked and looked around, at a loss.

Father Satuk, who was sitting at the front, stood up and clapped his hands lightly, "Everyone, I'm really sorry to disturb your journey, but we have been ordered to find a few suspects, and I hope everyone will cooperate. Now, please get off in order."

Facing the sharp sword, the unarmed passengers obviously had no room to fight. They could only obey his orders, get out of the narrow compartment, and tremblingly gathered in the open space surrounded by the knights.

There are fewer and fewer passengers in the carriage, and soon.
Then it was the turn of the figures in the corner behind.

But they didn't move, their faces were covered with veils, their heads were bowed deeply, and they were huddled in the thick coats.

"Sometimes, I think Father Marvie is very smart, and sometimes, I think he is stupid."

Father Satuk said in a calm voice: "How can you escape from our grasp with this simple method? Look at you, hooded and disheveled, leaving your homeland. Is this the truth you want to get?"

He walked in front of several people, bent down, "Now I will give you another way."

"As long as you say the names of other believers of the Church of Truth, even if there is only one, you can avoid prison. Not only that, but you can get a reward of 1 gold pound for every name you say."

"Such generous conditions are all the benevolence of the goddess of health, Wilder."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Father Satuk lowered his head, looked at the dagger deeply inserted into his chest, and sighed.

Before he could speak, another hand, another hand.
Several short knives were inserted into his old body, and a person in the corner stood up suddenly, with a flash of cold light in his hand, the sharp blade ruthlessly cut Father Satuk's throat, but no blood spewed out, and the wound healed quickly.

"I have received the gift of the goddess of health, Wilder, and I am immortal"

Hiding his left hand behind his back, Father Satuk seemed to be disappointed in them, and was about to order the knights to rush up, when he saw them take out a black ball from under their coat, with a small fuse stuck in it .

Father Satuk was startled, and when he was about to retreat, they grabbed his clothes, and several people rushed up and hugged Father Satuk, preventing him from moving.

Under the mask, the man stepped forward slowly, took out the flint, and lit the fuze.

"You deserve it, Father Satuk."

boom! ! !
Amidst the loud noise, the stagecoach exploded into a mass of fragments, the violent flames shot out, and the powerful aftermath shook the Knights on their backs.

Children's cries, adults' screams, frightened horses, Albert's angry roar
All sounds seemed to be drowned out by the explosion.

Albert, the leader of the knights who climbed up from the ground, ignored the severe pain coming from all over his body, resisted the ringing in his ears and the throbbing in his throat, and ran towards the burning carriage, trying to find Father Satuk .

But there is still the figure of Father Satuk on the carriage?

In fact, there were. Albert found a few scattered stumps. He bent down to pick up a severed arm, looked at the gold ring on his finger, and his face was extremely ugly.

Where he couldn't see, a few black figures with vague outlines came out of the gray mist, and the chains bound the light spots floating from the corpses of Father Satuk and others, and disappeared into the mist again.

Immortality is of course a lie.

The sharp blade may be useless to Father Satuk, who has been blessed by magic, but he is not invincible. If he wants to recover from the wound, he can only do so when the user is alive and the power is continuously input into the ring.

When the body is blown to pieces, magic.
Is it still useful?

This is the only flaw of Father Satuk, he never thought of it anyway, the other party
Even at the expense of his own life, he wanted to drag him to die together.

What kind of fanatical believer is this? !
"David, is the person you are looking for reliable?"

New Rose City, the city lord's mansion, the fourth prince Arthur stood in front of the full-length mirror, put on a suit meticulously, looked at himself in the mirror, and asked without looking back: "The date of action is today, I don't want to see Accident."

"Absolutely reliable."

Baron Bill, who was standing behind him, said: "I personally went to Darius Prison and raised several death row inmates. They are all people who were once labeled as heretics by the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate. These people are eager for a chance of revenge. .”

"Successful or not, I think"

"Our goal must be achieved."

Arthur nodded slowly, turned around, and took the black tie from Baron Bill: "If the plan is successful, then their next step will be to rush to Angersar Prison furiously."

(End of this chapter)