Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 39

The big manhunt started, one after another portraits were released, teams of priests, nobles, and city defense troops flowed like water in the streets and alleys.

All forces in the city, regardless of nobles and commoners, regardless of white or black, were mobilized to search for the "assassin".

Viscount Isaac also held the portrait and led a team of men to search in the city of Luntu.

He was full of anger, he held the portrait tightly in his hand, and looked at it over and over again. The alien, the assassin, and the heinous sinner painted on it had been deeply engraved in his mind.

He knocked on doors one after another, blocked hotels one by one, and questioned every unfamiliar face.

As time went by, good news and bad news came to him from all directions.

"Pastor Mark found a businessman knocked out in the west of the city"

"It has been confirmed that the assassin stole his sacrificial car before sneaking into the church."

"A group of suspicious people have been found in the south of the city."

"The other party refused to reveal their identity, so they started."

"Baron Matthew has rushed over to support."

"After identification, the group of people who were killed were small pirates nearby who had robbed merchant ships in our city."

"The heathen who believe in the truth won't let us go in and search"

"Deacon Pu Lan has already negotiated in the past"

"The owner of the Bloodscythe Hotel has a message"

"It's a gangster who has been shot dead by Deacon Montgomery."

"The Jinniu Hotel has been searched and no suspicious persons have been found."

Gradually, the sky darkened, and it was almost dark.

Countless torches were lit, and teams turned into fire dragons to shuttle through the streets and alleys.

Braziers were also lit on the city wall, reflecting the entire city wall like daytime. Teams of city defense troops were sent to the city wall, constantly patrolling back and forth.

The church prepared countless steamed stuffed buns, bread, and soup, and delivered them to the team members who kept searching.

The torches were extinguished and lit again, and each area was swept over one by one, questioned, searched, and eliminated over and over again.

Another whole night passed.

Again nothing.

Viscount Isaac's eyes were bloodshot, and he sat on the curb blankly, looking around blankly, shouting something in his hoarse voice, as if he had lost his soul.

Overnight, he seemed to have aged ten years.

In one night, he changed from a raging mad cow to an old dog who fell into the water.

Viscount Isaac has never been a stupid person. He clearly knows that searching for a person in such a huge city is not an easy task.

But when the power of the entire city is used, everyone is united, driven by hatred and anger, everyone exerts great power.

No one was lazy, no one was slack, everyone was focused and serious, and everything that was even a little bit suspicious was searched repeatedly.

He is full of hope, full of confidence, full of motivation.

But, apart from a few bandits, criminals, pirates, petty theft, they found nothing.

He is obviously such an obvious person, with obvious yellow skin, obvious black hair, and obvious short stature, but it is so hard to find.

This assassin seemed to be a ghost, as if it had never existed before.

The search is still going on, but the flow of the team is not as fast as it was at the beginning.

Everyone started to get lazy, everyone knew that the longer the time passed, the less hope of catching the assassin.

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In the cathedral, the tall and thin Deacon Pullan and the middle-aged Deacon Montgomery also returned.

Although they didn't use much force, the two still looked very tired.

The three deacons and elders gathered together, all of them were sad.

It was the old deacon who spoke first: "From this point of view, we can't do it on our own. Let's write a letter and go to Paris."

"Will this matter affect that lord's plan? In my opinion, it's better to ask for help from the Holy City directly. It's better to leave this kind of matter to the court." The tall and thin deacon suggested.

The middle-aged deacon hammered down the table, and said angrily: "This damned assassin! Just at this time. Forget it, I want to deliver the letter to the Holy City myself!"

"Okay, then just simply write to Paris and let us know what happened. All other details will be sent directly to the Holy City and handed over to the court, and let the court handle it." The old deacon made a conclusion.

"Tell me, is this assassin related to the musketeer who came a few days ago?" The tall and thin deacon expressed his doubts: "It seems that he just returned before Christmas."

"Haven't we investigated this? He is here to chase Sophie from Marceau's family. He has no mission. We don't need musketeers to take action in our small place. There should be nothing to do with it. Don't think too much about it." .” said the elderly deacon.

"Is the city still sealed off?" The middle-aged deacon asked.

"Continue to seal it for as long as you can. My intuition tells me that the assassin is probably still in the city!" The tall and thin deacon said decisively.

"Then it can't be sealed forever, so our church will be under a lot of pressure, those nobles, alas," the old deacon sighed.

"Then seal it up for another three days. After three days, people are allowed to enter and not to leave. Wait until someone from the holy city comes." The tall and thin deacon expressed his compromise.

"Montgomery, you are going to the holy city today, and go directly to the churches to change horses, non-stop, and we will support here first." The old deacon said.

"Okay!" The middle-aged deacon agreed.

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A single seal on the city gate has harmed the entire pier.

A large number of goods are piled up on the pier, filling the entire pier to the brim.

Fish that were not transported out continued to die, stink, and were dumped into the sea, and the air was filled with a strong stench.

A large group of porters, sailors, and merchants were stranded on the pier, all of them were filled with anger and cursed the "assassin" over and over again.

This is what Zhang Ang saw when he came to the pier.

As for why I came to the pier instead of continuing to practice on the beach, of course it was because it was getting late and I was hungry.

At the beginning, he only cared about how to complete the assassination, how to avoid being hunted down, and how to clear up his suspicions, but he didn't think about what he would do if he was locked outside the city gate.

He had neither food nor money with him.

Once it comes, it will be safe, and the city gate does not know when it will be opened.

So, I had no choice but to go to the pier, see who I knew, get something to eat, and solve the problem of food and clothing.

When he arrived at the pier, it was already evening, and everyone was preparing to eat. Those with connections could find a pot, so they would cook seafood soup; those without connections, would use a branch to grill fish.

Seeing those primitive and rough cooking techniques, Zhang Ang couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

"It's a waste of money for you to do seafood like this! Don't move, let me do it!" Zhang Ang shouted.

He immediately revealed his identity and walked forward, just to test his skills, and immediately caused a sensation in the whole pier.

A series of delicacies and flowing water appeared in front of everyone's eyes, dazzled everyone's eyes.

Without asking acquaintances for help, nor relying on his noble status, Zhang Ang used his outstanding cooking skills in exchange for a comfortable bedroom, sufficient food, and even some merchants sent servants to serve him.

Zhang Ang couldn't help but think of a saying that his teacher used to say: an excellent chef, no matter where he goes, there is food to eat.

Even in another world.

(End of this chapter)