The Sun King's Evidence

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The entire hotel collapsed due to the accident, and tourists and hotel owners fled for their lives in panic.

Both Fedmund, Alfred and Orica were seriously injured, but at this juncture, both Fedmund and Alfred realized that such a big thing had happened, and the guards would definitely Arriving soon.

Fedmund's injury was okay, and the Holy Grail Knight could still stand up. Although the mithril plate armor on his chest was torn to pieces, the armor also effectively prevented the vampire's claws from going too deep. The wound was still far away from the heart, and it was just a tear. Opened the epidermis.

Alfred was thrown badly, and the Templar's internal organs showed some signs of internal bleeding. As Ryan once said, the Holy Shield is not truly invincible in a sense, at least after being thrown. It was real for a moment, and the Templar found that his whole body ached, and he even suspected that his leg had been broken.

"It's unbelievable. The three of us actually killed a high-level vampire together!" Although he was seriously injured, Alfred was still so optimistic. He said happily: "Oh my God, my lord, if I ask the Archbishop for help, His Majesty Kema reported that the three of us were able to kill a high-level vampire without any casualties, and he will definitely reward me with at least three divine scrolls!"

In the empire, killing such high-level vampires usually relies on sufficient preparation + numbers of people to kill them by force.

"Stop talking nonsense, can you still stand up? The guards are coming soon, we have to leave quickly!" Fedmund thought, how long has it been? Are you still thinking about the reward?

"I'm just saying this because I can't stand up!" Alfred said helplessly, placing his hope on the dark elf: "Ms. Olica, can you teleport us away? Including the wandering The corpse of the knight and the corpse of this vampire?”

The dark elf was the least injured. She fell into a pile of straw and suffered only a few flesh wounds. Only the left side of her face was swollen. After hearing Alfred's question, Olica closed her eyes and calculated the spiritual patterns on her lower abdomen. Remaining mana, casting distance and total number of people teleported.

Thirty seconds later, Olica opened her eyes and nodded: "Barely enough, but you must be mentally prepared. My dark magic will make you feel very uncomfortable."

"It's better than being caught by the guards and thrown into prison." Alfred signaled that Olica could move.

Although Fedmund was a little dissatisfied with the dark elves' sneak attacks and the Templars' use of firearms, the Holy Grail Knight also understood that winning this battle was really difficult. The Holy Grail Knight also nodded: "Please hurry up, Ms. Orika."

The dark elves began to recite spells. When the guards who came after hearing the news entered the hotel under the leadership of the hotel owner, the people inside had disappeared, leaving only a mess.

…………I am the dividing line of transmission…………

Late at night, Billy Barley's Cod Inn.

This hotel was rented out by the Poseidon Knights as their temporary stronghold, and a large number of heavily armed Poseidon Knights stayed here temporarily.

The whole city had just been in chaos because of the explosion and bloody cases at the Red Bull Hotel, which led to guards searching for suspects and suspicious persons. The city was in chaos, and guards with torches went door to door searching for any possible clues.

The Cod Hotel where the Poseidon Knights were stationed was also interrogated by the city guards. However, due to the strength of Britannia and the fear of being dominated by the Poseidon Fleet, the guards really only dared to interrogate and would definitely not dare to go in for a search. .

This is the southern country. The nobles operate independently and have never been unified. Their power is scattered and they are all satisfied with autonomy. When faced with powerful countries like the Empire and Britannia that can unite their strength, the nobles here often Very cowardly and low profile.

Some imperial armies that were strong enough dared to march blatantly into Estalia, while the cowardly nobles of the southern countries, apart from routine protests, at most asked for some monetary compensation.

Inside the brightly lit hotel room, two stone tables stood side by side, with two corpses placed on them.

One was a dead wandering knight, and the other was a high-level vampire that was chopped into several pieces and had its heart ripped out.

"Ugh~" Templar Alfred was seriously injured. His calf was broken. After examination by the Poseidon Knight's army doctor, he may need to rest for about two months.

At this time, Alfred was lying on the edge of the courtyard vomiting. His face was pale and he vomited out everything he had eaten during the day.

For the Templars, the teleportation of dark magic was like stuffing him into the sewer and spinning him around in the sewage system of the entire city. When he came out, Alfred almost fainted and crawled in the corridor on the spot. He vomited heavily on the edge.

Although the Holy Grail Knight Fedmund was also in pain, he had experienced the Holy Grail Crusade, and his willpower and endurance were far beyond ordinary people. He gasped, took off his armor and let the Poseidon Knight apply medicine and bandages on him. , while observing the high-level vampire who was killed by them.

"This is a vampire from the Lahmian Sisters." After checking the high-level vampire, Fedmund sat on the bench slumped, and the Holy Grail Knight gasped: "from the Lahmian Sisters. A high-level vampire, I don’t know why he appears here.”

"...Come to silence me." The left side of Dark Elf Olika's face was swollen, her mask was taken off, and there were many injuries on her body. Olika's face didn't look good either. This battle required her to use Having lost most of her stored magic, her soul was damaged and unable to replenish it on its own.

"Come to silence me?" Fedmund said doubtfully, with some vigilance and distrust in his eyes.

This battle did not satisfy the Holy Grail Knight, because the sneak attack of the dark elves and the muskets of the Templars were not noble moves. In Fedmund's view, this was not a duel at all!

Fortunately, his opponent was a vampire, so there was no need to pay too much attention to chivalry. Fedmund was only a little dissatisfied. As the future heir to the title of Duke of Bordeaux, he naturally received a very excellent court education, so he was slightly dissatisfied. It won't show on the face.

Moreover, Fedmond had some new insights. He felt that many times he should not drown himself in some decadent dogmas, especially when facing non-human races.

The eldest son of Duke Bodrick feels that he should learn more from Ryan. This way of dealing with things may be the difference between the God's Chosen Champion and ordinary Holy Grail Knights. Fedmund feels that Ryan's temperament should be very necessary and necessary for the Holy Grail Knights. Worth learning.

It was a good idea for my father to ask Lord Ryan for help this time.

"Yes, here to silence." The beautiful dark elf stretched out her little hand wrapped in deerskin gloves. Her expression was very cold, but what she did surprised Fedmund and Alfred. .

Orica desecrated the soul of the dead wandering knight. She used dark magic to summon the soul of the wandering knight back, and then cruelly read his memory.

This process is very cruel. The ghosts of the wandering knights are screaming crazily and making painful wails. The souls that have been desecrated will never rest in peace, forever.

"Crush the bones!" The dark elf seemed unaware of her cruelty. She increased her strength and forced the dead soul to spit out everything she knew. The dead soul was twisted into a ball of cotton wool under the torture of the dark elf. He was in so much pain. Almost to a crazy degree.

"Legilimency!" Then the dark elf began to use vicious magic to read the memories and thoughts of this wandering knight. She seemed to be very used to this torture method and was extremely skilled at it.

"No! You can't do this! Dark Elf! You are desecrating the soul of the knight. If you do this, you will be cursed by the lady and you will never be able to find peace!" the Holy Grail Knight yelled angrily.

Alfred, who was vomiting and dying, also glared at Orica's behavior.

"Shut up, I don't believe in your goddess. If you still want to complete the task and want to know where the heirloom of your Duke Bordero's family has gone, just let me finish asking," Ollie Ka said calmly, "Or I could stop if you insist, and then the last clue we had would be gone."

"..." Fedmund and Alfred stopped talking. They could only turn their heads and pretend they didn't see him.

After a while, Ryan and Veronica came back and saw the situation in the city. With Ryan and Veronica's many years of adventure experience, they almost immediately judged that Fedmund must have gained something: "What happened, what happened?"

"Ouch~ I saw three patients as soon as I came back." Veronica noticed the situation in the room. Witch of Gloria moved her eyes to the stone table and couldn't help being surprised: "Oh my God, you actually killed Got a high-level vampire?”

Seeing Ryan coming in, Orica immediately stopped the cruel torture. She stopped releasing dark magic, and then the indifferent expression on her face became weak. The delicate dark elf pretended to be injured and fell directly on Ryan. Leaning in his arms and acting coquettishly: "Master~ The enemy is so difficult to deal with. My magic power is almost exhausted~"

Looking at the dark elf with a swollen face, Ryan felt a little distressed. He quickly motioned to the attendants to boil water, then applied ointment to Olica's face, let her lie down, and gently touched her forehead. He kissed her and said, "It's okay, have a good rest, I'm here."

"Yeah!" The dark elf leaned against Ryan with a blush on his face.

The Holy Grail Knights and Templar Knights saw this situation with black lines in their heads.

Something seems not quite right.

"How is the situation? Fedmund? Are you injured?" After settling down the dark elf maid, she asked her to lie down, and then Ryan asked about the situation.

"We investigated the hotel. The group of wandering knights had already left, but they left one person waiting for news in the basement of the hotel. We found the guy who stayed behind..." Fedmund turned his attention to the body of the dead wandering knights. , and then said: "It turned out that he was already dead, killed by this high-level vampire."

"A high-level vampire of the Lamia family?" Ryan nodded: "Did you get rid of her? No wonder they were all injured, how about it? Did you gain anything?"

"You have to ask your dark elf maid." Alfred laughed mockingly: "She knows best."

Fedmund remained silent.

The Grail Knight suddenly felt deep sympathy for Ryan's situation.

Who are the people surrounding the ladies' chosen champion?

With such a dark elf maid by your side, Lord Lane must be very hard on weekdays, right? As the lady's chosen champion, the Knight of the Holy Grail, and the model of chivalry, Lord Ryan must be deeply tormented by having such a dark elf maid by his side, right?

Fedmund suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Ryan, and he looked at Ryan with understanding eyes.

With such a spirit of sacrifice, this is a human hero worthy of admiration!

"This vampire is here to silence me, Master. They are the ones who stole the Poseidon Trident." The Dark Elf took over and whispered, "This group of rogue knights were encouraged by the high-level vampires to steal the Poseidon Trident. "

"It is indeed them!" Fedmund gritted his teeth with hatred. He seemed to have forgotten the cruel torture of the dark elf before: "Then what?"

"Then this vampire came to kill him." The dark elf turned her attention to the dead high-level vampire, and she continued: "A week later, on the plain twenty kilometers away from the city of Magritte, the servant hired by the vampire The Corps will deliver with this group of rogue knights."

"That's it!" Ryan held his chin, took out the blood-stained eagle flag from his arms, and told everyone what he found.

The news that the Knights of Magritte still existed in this world left both Fedmund and Alfred speechless in surprise.

Ryan gave them some time to digest the news, and then concluded: "The vampire must have tried to make the hidden knights of the Magritte Knights believe that the power of the Poseidon Trident can allow them to expedition to Arabi again!"

"Then things make sense! This is all a conspiracy of vampires!" Veronica also nodded repeatedly, and she immediately said: "We must take advantage of the rogue knights to hand over the things to the knights of the Order of Magritte. Get the things back beforehand, otherwise if we are not careful, we will definitely cause an all-out war between Estalia, the Empire and Britannia!"

"No." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "We are not in our own country, this is Estalia. Even if we catch the rogue knights, what if we can't find the Poseidon Trident?"

The pale Alfred was lying on the window, and a golden hair poked out of the window: "That is also equivalent to a declaration of war, because we attacked the trade objects of the Knights of Magritte, and they can insist that we took them away. It’s valuable cargo and we can’t argue with it.”

"So we must launch an attack at the transaction site. We must kill everyone with the dirty work, so that the Estalians have no excuse to intervene in this war." Fedmund also nodded, and he took out a conch: "I will Contact father immediately, the Poseidon fleet will land on the plain north of Magritte!"

"Very good, let's rest here until the day after tomorrow, and then set off to go to Magritte." Ryan picked up Olica by his waist. He stared at the dead high-level vampire and asked: "Is there a way to deal with this thing? "

"Let me do it, my flames can burn these two corpses to ashes." Veronica walked up, flames appeared on her fingertips: "Then add some medicine...just sprinkle it into the sea. ”

"Very good. It's getting late. Let's go to bed early." Ryan hugged the dark elf and went to take a bath together.

"Well, everyone has worked hard. Let's take a rest early." Fedmund concluded today's actions: "We will have a day off tomorrow and arrange for people to take turns."

"yes!"

…………I am the dividing line to go to bed early…………

At the same time, the Black Mountains, the border of Estalia.

An imperial army of more than 10,000 people is slowly marching into this land that symbolizes freedom. This army is equipped with a large number of firearms and artillery, more than a dozen cannons and mortars, and Hellstorm rocket launchers. Under the leadership of the engineer, they drove into the territory of Estalia. The Knights of the Sun were ready to go, the swordsmen and halberdiers were brightly armored, and the musketeers of the musket battalion lined up in neat queues and advanced in the wild.

Leading this army was the great alchemist of the Empire, Belshazer-Gelt. He was riding on the Pegasus "Swiss Silver". His golden mask blocked his sight. No one knew what the great alchemist was thinking. .

"Great Alchemist, we have entered the border of Estalia." Bernhardt, the imperial captain accompanying the army, said to the Great Alchemist: "Although His Majesty the Emperor has approved your military operation this time, I still hope that We must be careful, no one wants to start a war between Estalia and the Empire."

"Those are not important. I learned from the news that the sea gold amulet appeared in Estalia, right next to Magritte!" The great alchemist's voice was filled with the sound of metal friction and vibration. Raising the golden staff, the wind of Qianmen swept across the sky.

"The sea gold talisman can only belong to me!"

updated! It's a bit late today, so I wrote 4700 words. Please vote for more~