Can't Su

Swift was woken again by snoring from the cell next door.

He sighed with some headaches, and felt a little sad when he touched the straw on his body and under his body.

The faint moonlight poured in from the narrow window high above, leaving behind a slanting and blurred beam of light, which finally carved out several regular squares on the ground.From time to time, there were the sound of insects chirping outside, as well as the occasional sound of orderly footsteps of patrols passing by and the sound of slight weapon collisions.

The stiff, uncomfortable straw clearly reminded Swift of where she was at the moment.The sound insulation effect of the room seems to be so shoddy!The voice of the roommate next door can be heard in this nearly sealed room.Tofu dregs projects are not advisable!After being woken up, Swift, whose IQ was obviously not online, was particularly unhappy.

Swift knew it was bad when the bandit chief and Dick came to church this evening.In fact, he had this bad feeling for a long time. From the brief contact before, he knew that Dick was obviously not the kind of nobleman with long-term vision.His eyes could only stare at a small piece of cake in front of him forever, but he actually agreed to give himself a month to change the status quo in Esculli under his own explanation (flicker) release (you).

This put a small question mark in Swift's mind.So he didn't intend to follow the method he told Dick before. He was not wrong to preach the Chaos God, but his preaching was carried out in a half-passed and sold-out manner.And Dick... It seems that he didn't notice the problem at all, or he didn't take religion as a form of status under the king's power at all. He gave himself half a month to develop rapidly.Swift is still worried, he intends to brainwash the civilians in the fastest way so that he can develop his layout more quickly, but it seems that every layout he makes will always be different!kind!meaning!outside!Place!beat!break!

This time is no exception.Dick was with the bandit leader!No matter how he can speculate, no matter how open his brain, he can't think of this, okay!

Swift recalled the scene at night, resting his chin on his knees weakly.They came in such a hurry that he could only roughly inform Michael and Catherine of his plan when he took the opportunity to hug them, and he didn't know if they could complete it.Swift, confident in his charisma, is only worried about Michael suddenly being stupid and ruining his plans.

But... There are also obvious differences between the two.He thought back to the interaction between the two of them as he wondered exactly what he was convicted of.At that time, Dick obviously just wanted to hand himself over to the bandit leader, but the bandit leader wanted to deal with him in the name of the Duke of Escullis.In the end, it seemed that the bandit leader whispered something in his ear, and Dick gave in.

So what kind of deal would make Dick come to terms with the bandit he despises?Or, is the bandit leader really a bandit leader?Or is it just a random excuse?

Tired of thinking too much, Swift stood up and loosened his muscles and bones, looked out at the crescent-shaped moon through the window, and felt that it would be easier to take a simple and rough route. upset.In the past, what he faced at most was only the various forces in the school, and at most it was the complicated relationship of a certain company in the mall.So he is used to formulating a rigorous and detailed plan before acting.

It seems to be a little noisy outside.Loud shouts and chaotic footsteps could be heard in the distance.He listened for a while, and couldn't help but yawned.Lack of sleep is the worst enemy of IQ.Such a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he decisively discarded this sentence and continued to think just now.

When he came to this world, his habit always brought him some unprepared consequences.When the situation you face is too complicated, too detailed planning will make you lose the ability to be flexible.This is Swift's deepest feeling after the plan was destroyed.

"Dong dong dong." There was a slight knock on the door in the room, which was not covered by the snoring of the inmate next door.This made Swift heave a sigh of relief, and he walked lightly to the door, putting his ear to the door.

Facts have proved that this door is indeed a fake and shoddy product, and the sound insulation effect is simply not good.Swift could clearly hear the soft calling outside.

"Father Ace—Father Ace—Princess Rose all right?"

...What a weird code.No need to ask, it must be what Michael thought.

"It's Swift." No matter what the other person asked, his only answer was this one.This is also agreed in advance.

Then there was the sound of metal clashing outside, as if looking for a key.

So Swift stood up straight, took two steps back and stood in the middle seemingly casually, staring at the door in front of him.The door opened quickly, revealing the face of the jailer who had imprisoned him in this cell himself.

"I'm sorry for offending you before, my lord priest." The jailer bent down with fanaticism, and bowed deeply, "When I received Catherine's order, I was ready to sacrifice everything for the revival of Chaos Cult Preparations! Please give instructions for the next step!"

So what did you mean by the code just now?Swift nodded calmly, kept the slander deeply in his heart, and walked out the door.This world is so unfair. Except for the nobles, everyone else is a commoner. Even if the status is different, you will never be able to get rid of your commoner status under a simple and rough division.The environment you are in, the people you associate with, the ideas you come into contact with, these are all imprints that go deep into the bone marrow.But it is precisely because of this that if he propagates Chaos Religion in a half-passed and sold way, those who do not come to the church to accept his speech (washing) speech (brainwashing) can also be affected by this.

People... most of them are creatures of the herd.As long as a group of people do this, he will hesitate to follow.this is the truth.

Standing outside the door were all the people who were released from the prison and were willing to belong to the Chaos Cult. They were holding various weapons provided by Uncle Hans, and they were watching Swift coming out of the prison with fanaticism. kneel down.

"Please ask Father Ace to instruct the next move! Strengthen my Chaos Cult!" The shouts echoed throughout the cell. They were dressed in different clothes. The only thing in common is that they are civilians who have suffered from life's frustrations, under the accumulated darkness , when the only light shines down, their choice is to catch it!

So... you dare to sabotage my plan.Then, why not make things bigger!

The only standing Swift waved his right hand upwards: "Then, go up! Today, use their blood to wash away our anger!"