When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1066 You attacked me at night, I'll attack you at night too!

The moon is at its zenith, and all is quiet.

One by one, the lights in the inns in Brook Creek went out until only a single lamp remained on the first floor, along with a few gatekeepers.

The young waiter at the Big Locust Tree Inn leaned his head against the gray earthen wall, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

As several dark figures flashed past the window, accompanied by a faint creaking sound.

The young man just hummed a couple of times and continued to wander in his dream.

“Very good.” The leader, the shadowy figure Du Yak, clung to the eaves and threw himself onto the roof. “He didn’t alert the guards at the gate.”

"How's it going at the stables?" asked Stumur, the second witcher who had followed, from Golden Horn Bay.

Du Yake immediately puffed out his cheeks and made a few soft cricket chirps.

Soon, the chirping of crickets came from not far away, indicating that the stables were under control and that they could escape at any time.

After confirming that the stables were under control, Duyak and Stumur breathed a sigh of relief.

Due to over-logging, there are only a few shrubs and sparse groves in the vicinity of Brook Creek.

The stream was shallow and the current was slow, and the reinforcements from the Holy Alliance had set up many hidden sentries and patrols around it.

Without a fast means of transportation, they probably wouldn't be able to escape even if they killed the Holy Alliance witch.

Although they were prepared to die, living was certainly better than dying.

Perhaps because of the outer sentries, the Holy Alliance personnel inside the hotel were lax in their vigilance, which allowed them to find an opening.

However, time is of the essence, and we must act quickly. Otherwise, if the stables are discovered by the patrolling night watchmen, we'll probably be doomed.

Stumuru took out four holy water grenades from his waist, bit the rope with his teeth, and looked at Duyak.

Duyak then held up three fingers, then two, and finally one.

"Do it!"

"boom!"

Duyak kicked the window open, and Stumur threw four Holy Water grenades into the room.

The sprayed holy water mist quickly filled the entire room, shrouding everything in shadow.

Crouching low and head down, Stumuru darted into the house, as nimbly as a cat, leaping from the windowsill to the table.

Then his thigh muscles bulged, and he jumped high into the air.

He raised the white crystal steel sword, smeared with holy oil, and slashed it down at the bed like a tiger descending a mountain.

The sword wind stirred up water mist, cleaving open a V-shaped field of vision before Stumuru's eyes.

The blade tore through the blankets, layer by layer, then through the straw, and slammed into the bed board with a clang.

The feel of it...

Stumuru, the Witcher who has killed countless people, knows all too well the feel of a sword when killing.

From the back of his hands to his neck, goosebumps rose on his skin, and he roared at the top of his lungs, "Run!"

"wind!"

As soon as the room door opened, an unnatural gust of strong wind rushed in.

Water vapor sprayed out of the window like breath, and Duyak and Stumur jumped up and down, trying to leap out of the window.

However, two guards wearing breastplates rushed into the room, within seven or eight meters, and were using the most advanced breech-loading spring-loaded gun—the Cannedy 1453.

With a loud crack, Du Yake's skull was ripped open, and fragments of his skull flew out.

At this moment, half of his body was outside the window, but the waist of the corpse was stuck on the windowsill, and his limbs were hanging down, lying on the window.

Stumuru beside him felt a sharp pain in his knees and leg, and his leather armor and clothes fluttered like tiny butterflies.

He instinctively jumped out in time, but the window was blocked by Du Yake, and he was shot again, this time right in the Achilles tendon of his right leg.

Without even touching it, Stumuru knew that his Achilles tendon had already ruptured.

As the mist dissipated, Stumuru slowly sat down, leaning against Duyak's buttocks and thighs.

The door in front of him opened, and soldiers in breastplates walked in, pointing their guns at him.

He gave a bitter smile, his face pale, and took off the poison sac from the necklace around his neck, about to put it in his mouth.

Just as he raised his hand, a flash of white light appeared before his eyes.

Then, he felt a tingling sensation quickly spread throughout his body.

He couldn't lift his hand, and his tongue was so numb that he couldn't speak.

Frozen in place, a woman who looked like a young girl walked up to Stumur.

Electric snakes flickered around her fingertips, her thick black braids hung down, and she wore an inverted W-shaped headband with a reverse chanting spell on her forehead.

Without a doubt, the monk who invented the anti-chanting headband will become the first recipient of the Pasrick Invention Award.

Lightning bolt, black hair, braided pigtails.

Even with his shattered knees, Stumuru knew who the woman in front of him was.

Damn the Shadowless One, is this the Holy Alliance's Disciple-level High Monk (abbreviation for Senior Monk) and the Witch?

Jeanne Darque, the Saintess of Thunder, First Marshal of the Holy Alliance, and Grand Judge of the Cardinal Council!
In his despair, Stumur realized that it really was a high-ranking monk from the Holy Alliance and a witch.

She's both a high-ranking monk and a witch!

“Get us useful information out of Don Gillot within fifteen minutes.”

Sturmuru turned pale as he watched the middle-aged man approach with a worried expression. Don Gillo, the Witcher's number one traitor.

In less than fifteen minutes, Stumuru confessed everything he knew.

Unfortunately, Stumuru was not a key figure, and he did not provide much intelligence.

Those guys in the stables are just low-level thugs; they don't know the specifics.

The key figures who were providing support on the perimeter fled when they saw things were going wrong, and the Kush Rangers are still in pursuit.

As for the only mastermind who knew the situation, Du Yak, he was shot in the head and died at the window.

That shot was originally only meant to hit his shoulder.

But he seemed to know the power of the clockwork gun, and kept shaking his head, trying to dodge it.

The result was that he put the back of his head on the lead weight, leading to an unexpected outcome.

Amidst the hurried footsteps, the Big Locust Tree Hotel suddenly burst into bright light.

Inside Jeanne's room, all the elites of the Holy Alliance, large and small, who had come to support Longbow Fortress, were gathered together.

After hearing the analysis, everyone turned pale.

By evening, the cavalry Jeanne had sent to Longbow Keep had returned with bad news:

An incident occurred at Longbow Fortress: the city gates suddenly opened at night, and a large number of vagrants and bandit knights rushed into the city.

The witchers who attacked at night brought them another piece of bad news.

Is there a church spy in the city council who stole travel information from the council and came here to assassinate us?

Based on the intelligence we have so far, that is the case.

But is the information obtained from these people necessarily accurate?

Was there a spy in Longbow Keep trying to kill them, or was it the Longbow Keep Council that wanted to kill them?

The Council of Sixteen has amassed enormous wealth over the centuries, and now that they have rebelled, they will not be able to escape once the rebellion is suppressed.

The same applies to guilds with 45 members; they would never have achieved their current status.

It is estimated that only the poorest people and the homeless will be spared from Leia's abuse, but their numbers will surely rise sharply.

However, after experiencing various wars during the Thousand River Valley Uprising, Jeanne and other elites of the Holy Alliance had long realized that the model of purely rational man was unreliable.

Even though the other party is on the same side, they might easily betray Jeanne and Longbow Castle in a moment of impulsiveness.

If Longbow Castle had truly accepted the Holy Alliance's stance, they probably would have come to welcome them long ago.

Although they have paid for and arranged everything, they have yet to give a clear statement.

During this ambiguous period, news broke of an attack, unrest at Longbow Fortress, and the ban on caravans from entering.

It's hard not to suspect the attitude of the Longbow Fortress Council.

"If the Longbow Fortress Council really chooses Leia's side, wouldn't going there now be like walking into a tiger's mouth?"

A monk from the Holy Alliance inquired.

"To be scared off by mere hearsay without seeing it with one's own eyes is a joke," a Norn officer said in a deep, regional accent.

"Is your pride more important, or Princess Jeanne's safety?" another officer stepped forward. "If the Church captures Princess Jeanne, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Jeanne's position in the Holy Alliance is definitely one of those who can secure a top-three finish and even contend for second place.

So far, neither Leia nor Fran has been able to capture a monk of the Apostle level or an officer of the rank of corps commander or higher.

If they were caught, Leia certainly wouldn't dare to burn them alive; they didn't have the guts.

Having angered Horn, the Holy Alliance launched a furious attack, and with Leia in its current weakened state, it seems likely that the kingdom will truly perish.

However, the Leia royal family is not only bold but also very bold in using Jeanne to blackmail or obtain significant benefits.

Even exchanging one or two cities from the Five Cities Alliance for Jeanne would be a profitable deal.

Upon realizing this, many members of the Holy Alliance support corps suddenly understood.

They seem to have figured out why Longbow Fortress betrayed them.

“Even an old woman like me can tell that Longbow Fort has no idea that Jeanne is coming. Otherwise, do you think there are only a few cats and dogs here?” The old lady, wearing her pajamas, yawned. “Even if they have turned against us and want to ambush us, they should wait until they enter the city. Aren’t they afraid that the target will escape if they ambush us in this desolate wilderness?”

“Grandma Vivian is right.” Jeanne put down the interrogation record in her hand. “Moreover, the other side is clearly resisting our entry into the city, rather than enticing us to enter.”

If the goal is to lure us into the city, then this action is clearly pointless and futile.

Our enemies hope we won't enter the city, but we'll go anyway.

“Your Highness,” Sochette suddenly stood up, “you can’t be sure what the other side is thinking. What if this attack was just an accident?”
If we had stayed in Brook Creek, we could have remained steadfast and dealt with any eventuality.

"You want to sneak into the city by blending in with the bandit knights? Leaving aside the success rate, the risk is far too great."

“You won’t get anywhere by guessing each other in your head,” Jeanne retorted mercilessly. “Sochert, are you a coward?”

"of course not."

"Michelle, are you a coward?"

Michelle shook her head naturally.

When I asked Perini and others, they all said he wasn't a coward.

“This risk is worth taking. If it’s church spies causing trouble, we outsiders are the most crucial force.” Jeanne fastened her boots, stood up, and straightened her inverted W-shaped headband. “Since none of you are cowards, do you dare to come with me to take a look?”

(End of this chapter)