Paladin

At the same time, a pair of eyes hidden in the dark watched Evan's figure leave the north gate of Corunna.

The news was quickly passed on to some people.

It is said that the head priest of the Knights Templar was saved by Evan. They haven't fully confirmed this news yet, but Evan left the Knights Templar's residence today?Now it seems that this is probably their only chance to completely kill the head priest...

However, this opportunity can also represent a trap.

In any case, they can no longer miss the third time, this matter is too involved, even if there is only a chance of success, it is necessary to send an assassin to try.

To this end they decided to send the most promising and least afraid of failure a member.

Half an hour after Evan left the station, a phantom-like human figure appeared among the praying crowd, and then more and more people came out, disappearing in the shadows at the corner.

He was quick and agile, and his speed almost surpassed the limit of ordinary people; after climbing over the main door with his bare hands, he climbed up the edge of the wall, avoided the sight of the condescending patrolmen, and rolled into the room.

Then the assassin crouched and walked silently. In the Knights Templar's garrison, he was under terrible pressure, but his eyes were calm and deep, and his breathing was almost non-existent, unaffected by the teams that almost passed by. The influence of the patrolling soldiers; after silently observing the patrolling routes of the soldiers, he rolled on the spot, seized only a few seconds, and rushed into the half-closed door like a bolt of lightning.

The guard at the door only felt a gust of wind, and then the door swayed slightly. He pushed the door and went in to check the situation, and then was violently attacked by the assassin behind the door, and fell silently in the room.

The Phantom Assassin put on the clothes of the guards, put on the helmet and walked calmly among them, only showing half of his face, so calm and at ease, that many people didn't have any doubts at all.

He calmly searched for the possible location of the head priest, and finally walked to the door without any risk——

At the last moment, Evan stepped out of the door.

The two happened to meet each other, and Evan passed him with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

The assassin's back was covered with cold sweat, and a thought just flashed in his mind: Didn't the Saint of Dawn leave for the ring?So who is this... standing here?

Just at this moment, Evan suddenly attacked from behind, taking advantage of his momentary shock, he pushed the assassin to the ground, and took off his right shoulder by the way.

The assassin grunted, and stubbornly wanted to roll and escape on the spot; but Evan was already prepared, grabbed his calf and brought him back, and then stepped on his chest.

The two went up and down, and their eyes met again.

The assassin's shoulders were gradually covered with blood.Evan recognized that he was the one who attacked and killed the head priest in the church last time, and his past guesses came to mind again. He narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "Kyle?"

The assassin fell silent.

Evan picked up the assassin and did not disturb the other Templars. He just took him back to his room and took off his disguise to look at him.

Kyle Spencer wore tight leather armor and was extremely agile. No one could see that he would be a noble cardinal on the surface; There is absolutely no chance of escape under the guard of the Saint of Dawn, but there is a wry smile on his face.

Evan put him on the bed, healed him a bit, then sat in front of him, wondering: "You...shouldn't you be electing the pope in the meeting hall? You actually appear in such a place at this time... To assassinate the head priest of the Knights Templar?"

Kyle sighed, and there seemed to be some emotion in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

"Why assassinate the head priest? You are also the assassin of the bluebell flower... yes, why do you keep assassinating important officials these days? Since the former Pope, your attacks have been continuous." Evan observed Kyle He looked at the expression on his face, but couldn't see any useful information. He guessed for a while, and finally sat back on the chair and sighed, "You will be an assassin...Kyle, you let me down."

"I will hand you over to the judicial team," Evan said.

Kyle continued to remain silent until Evan groped on him and found countless hidden weapons for sneak attacks, poison, and a badge representing the bluebell flower-this famous assassin organization does not need to hide itself. At a certain level, compared with keeping a low profile, having enough reputation and deterrent power will make things more convenient.

When Evan put these things back on the table, the demon Louis seemed to smell something. After lying on it for a while, he picked out two bottles of poison—Evan also felt the poison he had been in contact with from above. Magic breath.

The magical breath of Felix Krefeld, Hewitt's biological brother.

Evan put away the two bottles of poison, and tentatively asked, "Are you really trading with 'Secret Blood'?"

Kyle finally showed a surprised expression on his face, he was silent for a while, and finally said: "It seems that you also have a connection with the mage, isn't it, Evan?"

His tone was no different from the Kyle Spencer Evan knew, always gentle and calm.Kyle whispered in this chatty tone: "Evan, send me to the judicial team. I won't die, but I won't be able to participate in the aftermath. For me, this may be a kind of relief..."

Evan was a little surprised by his words, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "I will deal with you according to my ideas. However, Kyle, I have another question before that: you have been helping the people in Sabiron Diocese, Do countless good deeds—are those deeds from your disguise, or from your original intention?"

Kyle smiled and said, "Maybe it's from redemption and repayment."

"The redemption is because you, as an assassin, have killed many people?" Evan guessed.

Kyle snorted, and said gently: "The repayment is because I was born in the Spencer family. Evan, you know, I was born with a golden key in my mouth, and I have enjoyed too many things so far, and they all come from something else People I don't even know; and meanwhile, I've accomplished nothing, I've done little good for the world, and perhaps the greatest accomplishment is that I happen to kill a few villains now and then, so you see, before I die , I have to return something back.”

Evan sighed, he couldn't figure out how the person who could say this was an assassin ordered to kill.

Just when he was about to knock Kyle unconscious and hand it over to the law enforcement team, Kyle took the initiative to turn the back of his neck to him, and muttered: "I can't chat with you anymore, facing such a beautiful elf , I can't control my mouth at all..."

Evan couldn't laugh or cry, and tied up this guy who was a bishop, an aristocrat, and an assassin at the same time.

……

At the same time, outside the Holy Capital Corunna, in the "circle".

"So, just because of Felix's flirty promise, you guys jumped into his planned plan?"

Hewitt still maintained Evan's appearance, sitting at the table, unable to stretch his feet in this narrow space, he could only change the angle, and put "Evan"'s long legs on the table.

Opposite him, the aged ring mage Woody sighed, took off his glasses with only one lens left, wiped it with the lapel, and said: "I... I have said everything I can say, this one It is not a secret among the ring mages. Of course I trust my own people in the Thorium Council, but, sir, may I know your name?"

Hewitt raised his eyebrows and said, "My name is Krefeld."

Woody was shocked when he heard the words, looked him up and down for a long time, and said in a panic: "Have... already changed my surname? The Clayfield family married a paladin?!"

Hewitt: "..."

The mage paused for a while, and had to explain: "I am Hewitt Clayfield himself. What you see now is just that I borrowed the appearance of a paladin to enter the ring—not As you think, after you get married, replace your surname with your husband's surname."

Woody breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his chest and said: "Oh, oh... yes, of course, I'm sorry I thought wrong just now. Also, why did the paladin come here with the magic stamp of the Thorium Council? What about the ring... Oh, Your Excellency Krefeld, it seems that you must have captured a paladin... This is really wonderful, we haven't been able to capture such a high-status priest for a long time!"

The old mage gradually became respectful, until Huyt said coldly: "I'm sorry, he is my lover."

Woody: "..."

After a while, the old mage's face was covered with cold sweat, and he had to take out a towel to wipe it off, then changed the subject and said, "Oh, Your Excellency... Uh, are you here to help your brother? Your Excellency 'Secret Blood' act The date is approaching day by day, and the mages in the circle are already preparing to take advantage of the chaos to evacuate..."

Hewitt rested his legs high, looked around and said, "You don't seem to have any plans to evacuate."

"After all, I'm old, so it's good to leave the chance of escape to the young people. Your Excellency Bloody Blood didn't leave a transmission channel for the children here, so I... stay with them as well." Woody sighed, Walking slowly among the dazzling array of handmade gadgets, "Although Your Excellency Mysterious Blood said that there will be a big enough riot, I'm afraid I still need someone to cover me. I can help a little... Anyway, even if I escaped, Not many years to live."

"I can't see that you have lived under the influence of the Holy See for so many years, and you have also learned 'dedication' and 'sacrifice'?" Hewitt said lightly.

"Uh..." Woody wiped a few toys on the shelf with a hand towel, and whispered, "Actually, some teachings still make sense..."

Fearing that His Excellency the Grand Arcanist would pursue his position, the old mage quickly changed the subject and said, "Oh, speaking of it, Your Excellency Krefield, on the day of the turmoil, will you help us poor people who have seen the light of day escape? Or... ...You came here this time to help your lover, Your Excellency the Holy Knight, why don't you stop us?"

The small, dark room was silent for a long time.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." After a while, Hewitt said.