Eastern mythology system

Chapter 212 Shooting
When we got back to the army camp, it was late at night when the sky was full of stars.

It was quiet all around, only the occasional low chirping of one or two night birds, echoing in the silent wilderness.

Although thousands of soldiers were hidden in the continuous tents, there was no sound of speaking.There are only the footsteps of patrolling soldiers, the occasional crisp sound of weapons and armor colliding, and the sound of hunting and burning torches all over the camp.

Anthony didn't deliberately hide his figure, and was stopped by the sentry far away from the periphery.

Of course, it was released soon.

When I returned to the big tent of the Chinese army, I saw that someone was still awake, anxiously waiting for his return.

"You're back?"

As soon as she stepped into the big tent, Princess Yalena greeted her in surprise.

Anthony nodded, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness: "I'm back."

The two talked nonsense one after another, but they both had a strange feeling in their hearts.

It's like, a young wife, guarding a lonely lamp, quietly waiting for her husband to come home.

"Cough cough!"

A terrible cough suddenly sounded, waking up the young man and woman.

If possible, Caton really didn't want to be such a disturbing role.But seeing that the two only had each other in their eyes, he was very worried that if he didn't remind them, the two would do something good that he was not suitable to watch from the sidelines.

Princess Yalena blushed slightly, and rolled her eyes at the Azure Sword Master.

Anthony was also slightly embarrassed.

At that moment, he really didn't notice Caton's existence.

He touched his nose and asked, "Master Juggernaut, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"no!"

Caton Juggernaut wished to put 1 ants in the boy's throat.

"You said that you are a great general of the empire, and you have more than 2 main forces to ignore, but you lead more than 3000 people to play thousands of miles. Now it is even more extreme, leaving the army aside, and ran out alone. I say you Why did you go there? I don't know if someone is worried about you?"

When Anthony heard this, he looked at Yalena.It just so happened that Her Royal Highness also looked over, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

This once again made Caton feel that his appearance here was a mistake from beginning to end.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to say hello to the Grand Duke Finney."

Believe in you!
Caton Juggernaut gave him back a "despicable you" expression.

"Then now that we've said hello, what should we do next? Go straight over and greet with a sword again?"

Anthony put away his joking smile and said in a serious voice.

"No! Let's turn, go north!"

……

A remote small village in the northeast of the Burgundy province, although there is a fairly regular official road running through it, connecting Edinburgh, Burgundy and the imperial capital.But it is located in a remote place, and there are not many outsiders who usually come and go.Even if there are occasional people who choose this route, they go straight in a hurry and seldom stop in the village.

At noon today, a few uninvited guests suddenly came to the peaceful small village.

It was a group of nine people, all dressed in white, and from the perspective of the villagers who had never seen anything in the town, they were all very imposing figures.

With a little bit of knowledge, you can also tell that the nine are professionals, and have combat and legal positions, which can be regarded as a fairly complete small combat team.

The leader was in his fifties, with a serious face that made people daunting.

He said to the person behind him: "George, you came up with the idea, and you are responsible for investigating."

The man bowed and replied, "Yes! Lord Garrincha."

George led the way and walked quickly into the village.

Cardinal Garrincha didn't enter the village either. He looked left and right, found a big rock under a big tree at the entrance of the village, and sat down to rest.

The others also followed him, each looking for a place to rest.

This is the investigation team sent by the Light God Sect.

After several months of blanket search in a large area, even the location, size and scale of the ant nests there are clear, but the target to be searched is still clueless.

In the face of reality, no matter how stubborn he was, Cardinal Garrincha had no choice but to give up.

When the bishop was having a headache on how to deal with his duties after returning home, a young man under his hand made a suggestion.

The location here is remote and inaccessible, and it is impossible to find someone to inquire about it.But from another point of view, as long as people pass by here, there is a high probability that they will be the target they are looking for.

That is to say, as long as you go back along this official road that has no branch in the distance, find a place where there are people, and ask if there are any special outsiders passing by during that time, and you may find clues.

It's a solid idea, or at least it sounds like it is.The most important thing is that there is no other way now.Cardinal Garrincha waved his hand: That's it!

After waiting for less than a meal, I saw the young man named George walking out of the village quickly, his face full of ecstasy.

Beside him was a fat middle-aged man.His legs and feet were not as nimble as George's, and he trotted all the way out of breath, barely keeping up with George's footsteps.

The red-clothed archbishop's heart moved, could there be good news?

Sure enough, George hadn't come to him, and he shouted excitedly to Garrincha: "My lord, this man is the innkeeper of the only inn in the village. He said that there were indeed outsiders staying with him during that time."

"Good!" Garrincha was overjoyed.

I searched for several months in the barren mountains and ridges, eating and sleeping in the open, with ants and insects.Toil and boredom are second to none. The key is that things are not progressing.

When I was at a loss, I didn't expect that there would be no way out, and there would be another village.I thought it was an attempt by dead horse Quan to be a living horse doctor, but it turned out to be a clue immediately.

At this moment, apart from being pleasantly surprised, the archbishop in red hated secretly, why didn't this kid George come up with this idea earlier.Otherwise, everyone would not have to count ants in the wild for several months.

But he never thought that it was his harshness that made his subordinates dare not speak up easily.If he hadn't given up counting ants himself, George wouldn't have dared to make his own suggestion.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that just when he gave up, George thought of a new method?

Anyway, more than anything else, things are going in the right direction.

Archbishop Garrincha squeezed out a very rare smile, and asked the fat shopkeeper as pleasantly as possible.

"The innkeeper, George should have made it clear to you just now. I would like to ask, were there any outsiders staying at your inn during those few days? Is there any special person among them?"

For the unsmiling Cardinal Garrincha, this is already a very rare kind attitude.Months in the wilderness, and the lack of progress, were driving him crazy.Now that he suddenly sees the dawn of hope, his attitude is naturally very different.

But the fat shopkeeper stood in front of him, but he was still trembling, very uneasy, and spoke incoherently.

"Yes, yes, my lord. The lord asked the villain just now, and the villain also answered the lord. Ah! Not the lord, but this lord, not your lord..."

The shopkeeper, who was an adult and a villain, talked more and more anxiously, and became more and more chaotic. He talked for a long time, but there was nothing useful.

The archbishop in red became impatient, and his face couldn't help turning serious, and he regained his true colors.

"Shut up! Let me ask you next, I didn't tell you not to speak. Do you hear me?"

The shopkeeper covered his mouth, widened his eyes in horror, and nodded hurriedly.

The archbishop in red took a deep breath and asked, "During that time, how many people stayed in your shop?"

The shopkeeper immediately replied: "Three."

Concise and concise, clean and neat, it seems that he is also a cheap bone.I was at a loss for his amiable face, but I found my feeling when I spoke harshly.

"very good."

There are only three of them, even if they track them down one by one, it won't take too much effort.Master Garrincha couldn't help but feel very good.

"Who are they? Is there anyone who looks or behaves more special?"

This question was a little more difficult than before. The shopkeeper hesitated and thought about it before organizing his words.

"It's just like a businessman passing by, nothing special. One of the boys... ah~"

Suddenly there was a flash of cold light, and the fat shopkeeper let out a scream, and the words that followed were cut off immediately.

"Enemy attack!"

The few people who were scattered around were all moving towards Garrincha. With a bang, several combatants showed a small round shield and drew out their sharp swords at the same time.The mages waved their hands and instantly blessed themselves and their companions with shields.

The archbishop in red is powerful and has rich combat experience. Almost instinctively, he instantly cast a magic shield for himself.

But he soon realized that the enemy's target was not him at all!

George leaned over to check the situation of the fat shopkeeper, then stood up again, shaking his head at Cardinal Garrincha.

"Killed by one arrow, the shopkeeper is hopeless. The enemy used extremely sharp crossbow arrows."

Garrincha's face was dark, like a sky full of black clouds, and it might rain at any time.

"Did you ask anything useful before?"

The death of a small treasurer in a remote village is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the archbishop in red.But before he had time to ask for the information he wanted, it made him very upset.

Two powerful fighters had already circled around quickly, and came back to signal to him that they didn't find anything.It seems that the enemy is quite sophisticated, and they will leave with one blow without hesitation.

This made Garrincha even more annoyed.

"No. As soon as I heard the news, I brought people over to report to the adults personally."

George was also quite annoyed, originally he could have asked in more detail, if he hadn't been too anxious to claim credit from Garrincha.

"When I was questioning him, he opened a book that was probably a record, and after looking it up, he said with certainty that he remembered how many people..."

Having said that, his eyes lit up.Garrincha on the side was also moved in his heart, and the two shouted in unison:
"notebook!"

Without any further hesitation, Garrincha took the lead, his body shot out like a cannonball, and rushed straight into the village.

The other eight people hurriedly followed.

As for the still warm corpse on the ground, like a dead dog in the wilderness, no one took it seriously.

(End of this chapter)