When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 509 Stop Breathing
On the main road outside Rapids City, a sturdy carriage equipped with crossbow-proof straw mats and mesh was moving slowly, guarded by three teams of cavalry and armed monks in front and back.

This was naturally Ludwig and Jean Blois's group, but they left Martin in Jeanne d'Arc as a contact person.

They had just come out of Rapid City and had to reach the pier before the sun set and take a boat to Xiaochi City.

Ludwig planned to hold a monastic assembly there to settle the dispute between Jean Blois and him.

The two people who were in conflict had been arguing all the way from Jeanne d'Arc to Grand Rapids, and they are still arguing now.

"We have already torn our relationship with the Vatican, and the Vatican's army will attack us at any time."

"We have not torn our relationship apart. The Blago Monastery has never fought a war with the Holy See from beginning to end. The Xiaochi City was a spontaneous act by the people."

"We need the troops of the Salvation Army. Aren't you afraid that Prince Conte will attack us?"

"The Church is taking action against the religious orders. Are they crazy?" Jean Buluo still stiffened his neck. "Aren't they afraid that the many religious orders and monasteries in the empire will turn against the Church?"

This has precedent in previous Vatican history.

During the Second War to Retake the Old Lands, when the Kushites migrated to the Thousand River Valley, a great schism broke out in the Holy See.

Monasteries and churches in various places were independent of each other, monks and priests were mixed together, and bishops and abbots acted almost completely independently of the Pope and the king.

They allied with lower-level warlords, had large standing armies, and were even able to declare war and make peace on their own.

This chaos lasted for a full sixty years and intensified. If it weren't for the vampires crossing the sea, it would probably have been another dark period comparable to the Civil War.

Although the Holy See is currently divided into two parts, North and South, the religious orders and monks are still a united entity.

To confine the struggle to the upper level and to fight as much as possible without breaking up has been a precious political consensus among clergy for thousands of years.

This made Buluo confident that Prince Condé would never dare to risk the wrath of the order by taking action against him. Even if he had such intention, the bishops and monasteries would dissuade him.

As long as there was no crack in the egg of the Abbey of Blago, Prince Condé would not touch them.

In his view, Ludwik's behavior was blatantly creating a crack in the egg.

"Why don't they dare? They dared to burn Juanno to death. Did they get any punishment?"

"Why not? Constance has not been able to get the position of cardinal because of the monks' obstruction, and he will never get it in his lifetime." Let Buluo raise his head, "How is it?"

"So what? Juanno lost his life, but all he lost was the position of cardinal." Ludwig responded with a frown.

"I told him not to get involved with the secret party from the beginning, but he didn't listen to me." Thinking of Juanno, Buluo was also annoyed. "Besides, he can get out anytime he wants, he just wants to get out legally."

"That's different." Ludwick sighed, "Anyway, I will force the cooperation with the Savior Army. What's the point of you doing this?"

“It’s useful.”

"Then what do you want?"

"I will use my truth to convince you and other abbots." Jean Buluo looked at the dim sunset outside and straightened his back.

Ludvik sighed helplessly: "Just say what you want to say."

Let Buluo do what he wanted, and couldn't help but cough lightly: "Holy Lord... just from the perspective of this doctrine... some things are either yes or no..."

Ludwig leaned his head against the side of the carriage, yawning and looking out the window.

As Jean Blom chanted, Ludwik's eyelids became heavier and heavier. Just when he was about to fall asleep, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Stop the car, stop the car now!"

Jean Buluo was still chattering when he was startled by Ludvik's loud shout.

But when he turned his head, he found that Ludwig was not listening to him at all, but was stretching his neck to look outside the carriage.

When Buluo got closer, he saw a group of boys in their early teens surrounding a dirty little girl outside the carriage.

There was nothing under the little girl's apron, except for her right leg. A crutch was tossed back and forth in the hands of the little boys, making her sob in grievance.

"What are you going to do?"

After seeing Ludwik shouting to stop the carriage, he pushed open the door and tried to get out, but Blo grabbed the hem of Ludwik's clothes.

He recognized at a glance that it was Ludwik's old illness.

Ludwick held onto the door frame and said, "I'm going to check on the kid with the broken leg and get these little bastards out of here."

"Then why are you going alone?" Jean Buluo still pulled Ludvik's clothes, "Why not ask the groom and the armed monks to go? Don't waste time." "Is administering justice a waste of time?"

"Okay, you are righteous and I am lowly, okay?" With a snort, Jean Blo, who was still angry, withdrew his hand that was holding the corner of Ludwig's clothes.

Ludvik jumped off the carriage, picked up a branch, and rushed towards the group of boys: "Get out, get out, you little bastards!"

The armed monks followed closely behind, vigilantly holding short-handled chain hammers.

When they saw the adults coming, the boys screamed, dropped their crutches and immediately scattered.

Only the little girl with her hair as messy as a bird's nest was left there. She slumped on the ground, her back facing Ludwig, still crying with her hands covering her face.

A look of pity and tenderness flashed across the face of Ludwig, who was always dignified. He smiled kindly, squatted down, and stroked the little girl's hair.

"It's all right, it's all right. The bad guys have been driven away."

It would have been fine if she hadn't been comforted, but after she was comforted, the girl immediately turned from sobbing to crying loudly.

Ludvik quickly hugged the girl's skinny body and held her in his arms: "Okay, okay, don't cry, grandpa will take you to eat..."

Ludwig's words of comfort came to an abrupt end.

A cold feeling came from his chest, and the setting sun behind the distant mountains in front of him began to appear double, and the edges of trees, rocks, and earth began to blur.

He lowered his head, and a dagger with a green reflection pierced through his chest, stabbing accurately into his heart.

"You, you are not..."

The girl released her hands that were covering her face, and Ludvik finally saw clearly.

It was not a childish face at all, but instead the face of an adult woman.

This is not a little girl, she is clearly an adult female dwarf!
A hideous and cunning smile appeared on her haggard face, and she was still turning the dagger in her hand vigorously.

"Get out of here, you despicable lackey of the Vatican!" Grabbing her slender wrist, Ludwig roared, then threw her out with his backhand.

The female dwarf was smashed hard against the rock, and even bounced up, with a stream of blood spurting into the air before she rolled softly to the ground.

Ludwig wanted to chase after him, but his legs began to become weak, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and he fell to the ground after taking only one step.

"Ludwik! Hey!" Jean Blo was squeezed down from the carriage with a bang, even pushing the door off.

He was in such a hurry that he didn't pay attention when getting off the car, and accidentally fell face down on the ground.

But Jean Blo acted as if he didn't feel any pain. He picked up his robe and ran to Ludwig.

He looked at the little girl, and the dagger on Ludvik's chest, and tears fell down his cheeks. "I told you not to get off the bus, but you insisted on getting off. What did I say? Ah? Was I right?"

Ludwig wanted to shout and struggle, but the strength quickly drained away from his strong body.

The poison dyed the blood vessels black, and the two monks were busy smearing holy oil on his forehead. Rays of divine magic and blessing light fell on Ludvik.

But the assassin was well prepared. This toxin will coagulate blood vessels and blood. The toxin can be removed, but the damage caused is irreversible.

"Ludvik, Ludvik, open your eyes, use the magic, you, you, you can't die... Ludvik? You, you and Juanno are both dead, what should I do?"

Looking at everything dyed red by the setting sun, Ludvik opened his mouth and wanted to answer him, but no words came out.

Using his last bit of strength to sit up, he suddenly pointed a finger toward the north, as if he was stabbing someone in the chest with this angry sword.

His whole body was dyed golden by the sunset light, and for a moment, Blo even thought he was a golden statue.

He maintained this posture for about two or three seconds, and then Ludwig seemed to have all his strength drained away, and collapsed to the ground with a loud bang.

"It doesn't have to be the Vatican. They wouldn't dare... Ludwick? Ludwick!"

This made Blo's body tremble, and he gritted his teeth and reached out to probe the tip of Ludvik's nose.

After a few seconds, he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and then fell to his knees on the ground helplessly.

Ludvik stared at the golden and blue sky with his eyes wide open.

He had stopped breathing.

(End of this chapter)