Throne of the North

Tieshan County.

In the plain among the mountains, in the castle of Viscount Walter, the Viscount had not eaten well for several days.

"Why did that damn missionary appear in my territory? Why did he dare to spread the Dawn Teachings in Tieshan County?!!!"

"Baron Freeman, I also heard that you had communication with that missionary. Why didn't you kill him?"

Viscount Walter exploded his anger on Baron Freeman, who had just arrived today. We were all nobles, but at this moment, he seemed to be in a quarrel with each other.

"Viscount Walter, please don't slander me. I just want to ask him to leave my territory."

"I am a noble of the empire and will not allow any members of the Holy See to appear in my land."

"Then you let him come to my territory?"

"I just told him that no one in my territory would believe the Holy See, and he left. How do I know where he will go?"

"Okay, okay, now let's think of a way to deal with this missionary."

A baron stood up next to him and said as a good old man.

"There is a letter from Baron Lane saying that missionaries from the Holy See have been here for a long time, and a priest has already died on the land of the empire."

"Obviously, they are not targeting us, but the Marquis."

"The war between the Empire and the Holy See has spread to our territory. If it cannot be resolved, the fate of Earl Weiss... we will not be much better than him."

"Then what should we do? How about...kill him."

Viscount Walter suggested, with murderous intent in his eyes. He had a few connections in the south and knew that the conflict between the empire and the Holy See was unimaginable. They could see the war on the surface, but Secretly, more than one legend has died.

"Can't kill."

"We are just minor nobles. We cannot let the Holy See set its sights on us. It would be great if we could know about him earlier. If we kill him on his way here, there won't be so many problems."

"But now we can't bear the price of falling into the center of the war between the Holy See and the Empire, and we must move."

"How about... let him go to Lingdu County?"

"no!"

The proposal was interrupted by the nobles just as it started. Only then did Viscount Walter remember that there were already many economic exchanges between Tieshan County, Tundra Territory, and Lingdu County, and some nobles had even begun to marry.

These things were not high-profile, but they put the nobles of the two counties in a honeymoon period.

During this time, he has felt that what he said in Tieshan County is no longer so effective.

"Why don't we rush to the viscount's territory?"

"The orcs went south, and Hanshan City and County have not recovered yet."

"..."

Viscount Landa is no longer as strong as he once was. The nobles pity his plight, but after so long, the Viscount's weakness has made them dare to show their fangs.

"That's okay. Since the Viscount is already so pitiful, he should be even more pitiful."

When the nobles were discussing what to do, they were on the edge of the Walter Viscounty, on the mountain road continent.

There won't be too many people passing by here, but everyone who passes by will be stopped by the missionary Priest Siko.

"The glory of the morning light will never fade away in any darkness. Our Lord's awakening is destined to dispel the coldness in the north, fill the earth with warmth, and allow countless ears of wheat to grow in the farmland..."

There were already two or three believers standing beside the missionary. He had done nothing. The people he met were only twenty or thirty, but one-tenth of them became believers of the Holy See.

This is the horror of the Holy See.

Today, Priest Xiko will release divine magic. He will use the healing technique to heal the injuries in these people's bodies, and the clearing technique to dispel their fatigue. Although it is not as good as the dedicated priests of the Holy See, it still makes the eyes of believers extremely pious.

"The glory of our Lord shines every morning, and the glory of the morning belongs to every believer in Him."

After the missionary finished speaking, he looked at the few civilians next to him who were attracted by the miracle. They were going to collect firewood in the mountains today, but they couldn't help but stop now.

They didn't want to come, because the noble lord had already said that no one was allowed to approach the missionaries outside, but when he said this, the noble lord did not cancel the firewood they were going to hand over.

Therefore, they can only go out to work.

"Father, I...my father is injured. Can he get better?"

A young man bravely came here and asked softly.

Priest Xiko's eyes were gentle, full of kindness and kindness.

"The radiance of the morning light shines on every people, and all His believers can enjoy the healing of the morning light."

"Every morning, you will dispel the fatigue and hunger born in the night."

"But you are not yet a believer in my Lord, but my Lord is merciful. He sent me here to heal the broken bones of your father."

His eyes followed the swarthy young man. The arms of the pale middle-aged man were fixed by wooden boards, and a rattan was hanging around his neck.

"A very good idea."

The middle-aged man came over respectfully and said:

"This is the method given to us by Mr. Lane, who arrived from Lingdu County last year. Because of this method, the wounded in the army at that time can now work in the fields."

"He was a great nobleman."

The middle-aged man said with longing and respect.

Hearing the great words, Xi Ke couldn't help but frown, but when he heard Ryan's name, he smiled with relief again.

"Only the devout believers of my Lord can have such kindness and wisdom."

Priest Xi Ke made a move, and the healing glow fell. He was not a priest who specialized in healing. If he wanted to heal the broken hand bones, it would cost a lot.

Half an hour later, after the middle-aged man was trembling with itching, Xi Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, don't shake this arm in the next few days. Your hand has been healed by the dawn of my Lord."

"Praise my Lord."

"Praise..."

Several farmers wanted to say something excitedly, but the next moment, their pupils shrank like needles and wheat spikes.

"Little..."

The words were not spoken after all. At the moment when Priest Xi Ke released the healing spell and the divine power in his body was rotating, the rapier that came out of the shadow had pierced his head.

There was no sound, no killing intent, and no emotional fluctuations. The cat-man assassin who came out of the shadows was like a stone without a heartbeat, using all his strength and extraordinary power to pierce the rapier.

He found an opportunity, and stabbed out a sword without causing any changes in light and shadow, and then drew back the rapier and fled without looking back.

What is an assassin? They always have only one chance, that is, assassins.

If they succeed, they live, and if they fail, they die.

Every shot is a perfect time, and every assassination is a perfect state.

So the cat-man assassin does not need to look back to observe the target, he does not need to see anything, he just needs to run desperately.

Because if he succeeds, no one else here can catch up with him, if he fails, he will die under the magic of the missionary of the Church.

He will use his life and death to judge whether this mission is successful.

However, Priest Xi Ke finally did not know who killed him from behind.

In his dying moments, the only thing he reacted to was.

"This is the power that killed Father Buffett..."