In the dark night, more than a dozen figures in black cloaks walked quickly in the woods.

There was a faint white light flashing under their feet. They seemed to be walking in small steps, but their speed was comparable to that of a better war horse and ran with all their might.

They skillfully shuttled through the dense woods, and the wind circled gently beside them, eliminating all the noise they made.

Tonight, they were originally peeping near Sea Urchin Bay, and all the movements inside and outside Sea Urchin Bay were taken into view by them. After Rafa was hit hard by Joe, they immediately set off and left Lövgang at full speed.

Instead of walking the avenue leading to Tulum Harbor, they used vineyards and woods along the road.

Having been away from Lovgang for more than ten miles away, a man in black in the black roared in a low voice: "How dare they... blaspheme the glory of our Lord and attack our Lord's servants... They recognized Lord Rafa, but they dared..."

"The Derren Empire must pay the price, and the people who took action tonight... The stinky widow of Ross, and the little heretic of the Vitu family... they should all be sent to the stolen rack!"

"Daboku must be letting Daboku know the truth here, and the actions here must be letting Daboku know!"

These clergy sent by St. Heard Cathedral perform secret techniques and run quickly.

Unconsciously, a thin white mist rose in the woods beside them. In just a few breaths, the white mist gradually became thick like milk, and a coolness floated in the air.

"Who?" The leader of the priest stopped suddenly and looked ahead vigilantly.

"Old friend." A gentle voice came from the woods ahead, and then, there was a gentle echo around.

‘Old friend’… ‘Old friend’… ‘Old friend’… ‘Old friend’………

The light or heavy "old friends" kept coming around, mixed with some subtle laughter, children's cheers, gentle copper ringtones, and even cats and dogs.

More than a dozen priests took off their black cloaks at the same time, revealing the white robe below. With the sound of "clang", they pulled out their swords from their waists.

Unlike the two-handed heavy swords used by the church knights, which are almost the same height as themselves, the swords used by these priests are much normal. The swords are about three feet and five inches long, and the widest part of the sword body is more than two inches.

"My Lord's glory is everywhere." The priests chanted war songs in a low voice. Their hands were covered with silver. The sword edge was engraved with prayers praising "Mu", and all the prayers were inlaid with golden silk swords that emitted a faint light.

"Your faith is cheap and worthless." A chuckle came from the white fog, and accompanied by a low "puff" sound, a burly figure fifteen feet tall slowly emerged from the white fog.

"Damn it... this is..." The leading priest widened his eyes and looked at the burly figure that was getting closer and closer in front of him.

‘Swish, swish’… Near the neck of the burly figure, a few white steam rushed up more than ten feet high. A heavy alloy axe the size of a small door panel tore through the air with a harsh whistling sound, and a white vortex that could be seen in the naked eye was waving in the white mist.

"The glory of my Lord..." The priests let out a loud roar, and they waved their swords and greeted the heavy axe.

One blow.

The sword was shattered and the priests were cut off in half.

Several thin and tall men in tuxedoes, top hats, and thin canes in hand. They walked out leisurely from behind the two oak trees.

They walked to the priests and carefully observed their wounds.

"Combat power assessment, level six primary?" A man smiled enthusiastically and said, "This big guy can sell it for a big price!"

"Then, the appraisal book should be written in the sixth-level intermediate level." Another man chuckled: "Of course, the appraisal book should indicate that this is an old and disrepaired antique after all, and the combat power level may not necessarily rise or fall."

‘Puchi’, near the burly figure’s neck, high-temperature white steam sprayed out again.

"Oh, Anla, Anla, we will find you a good master, a wealthy and powerful person who can purchase enough high-end materials to repair you." A man patted the burly figure and laughed softly: "But I hope you can understand that we have brought you out of that broken place, we have paid a huge cost, and we need a certain profit."

"So, we marked your current combat power as the sixth-level intermediate level. This is just a legitimate business method, isn't it?"

"Of course your real combat power is more than the sixth-level intermediate level, right? If your new master repairs you, he will make a lot of money." The man smiled and said, "So, can you understand?"

The burly figure stood there quietly, and a long red light lit up on his head. The red light flashed for a while, and then the red light gradually dimmed, and fine steam emerged from his elbows, knees and other joints.

"Then, okay, let's help our VIP with a small, insignificant job." A tall man who stood aside and said slowly: "Design the scene and put the black pot on the head of the Highland Kingdom. Make the evidence more conclusive, and put the pressure on them to bear more."

The tall man raised his head, and the moonlight shone, illuminating his face.

If Duke Ross was present, she would have recognized this person at a glance - Sherlock, Sherlock, the plenipotentiary of the Ice Sea Kingdom.

Several men, obviously headed by Sherlock. After listening to Sherlock's orders, the other men suddenly became busy.

"Also, you're doing a good job." Sherlock turned around and smiled at a big tree behind him, "I'm very pleased as your guide... I think you will be able to advance in no time."

"This time in the storm in Tulum Port, you performed very well, devoted yourself to maintaining your current role, and never interfered in things that shouldn't be involved."

In the white mist, a figure turned out from behind the big tree.

In the white fog, there were chuckles of girls and children, and the laughter was dense and dense, as if thousands of people were hiding in the white fog and laughing at the same time.

The figure was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a large hem skirt. A crystal ball was suspended by the side, quietly emitting a subtle light.

In the light, Miss Virenya, a new opera actress in Tulum Port, yawned lazily: "Teacher, I don't care about promotion... How many golden marks can I get in this transaction? Can I make a prepayment? I'm just a little short of the potion I dreamed of..."

Sherlock smiled 'hehe', and he looked at Virenya with an extremely doting look and said gently: "Advance? Hahaha, how can you think too much?"

With a 'swish', Virenya merged into the white mist, and then the white mist quickly disappeared without a trace like a tide that was ebbing.

A faint voice came from a distance: "Then, dear mentor, I refuse to work overtime late at night... My Lord Yanan has left. Damn, I have to find a rich fool..."

"But, the merciful Muteste, there is no shortage of rich fools in Tulun Port. The only question is, who should I look for? What a happy trouble, who should I look for?"

Sherlock was stunned, shrugged his shoulders, and waved the thin cane in his hand vigorously.

"What a disciple with personality... Well, let me consider it..." Sherlock took out a black card from his chest pocket and quickly turned it on his fingertips: "Let me consider it, after the drastic changes, the only disciples left in my hand now, Ah, may the supreme truth be with me and guide me in the direction of progress."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and leaned against a big tree, watching calmly as several men busy setting up the scene.

A man with a huge figure of fifteen feet tall and covered with thick metal armor. There were constantly white steam floating out of the gap in the armor, squatting quietly on the ground.

The moonlight shone on the giant creature, and huge ancient runes could be seen on the rusty metal armor plate.

The burning grape trellis illuminated the entire hillside, and the black-armored soldiers pushed and shoved the sailors. The strength of these black-armored soldiers was far superior to these ordinary sailors. With just a few efforts, the sailors were a little defeated.

Major General Doron and a group of senior officers quickly met. They and the black-armored soldiers were together face to face. The movements of both sides were extremely small, but they were extremely insidious in their attacks. Accompanied by a harsh sound of fractures, more than thirty black-armored soldiers and officers of the same number fell to the ground.

A sharp whistle came from a distance.

In just a few minutes, this small hill was surrounded by sailors from the Jiasica fleet and the escorts of the Vitu family.

The black-armored warriors have strong combat power, but they only have hundreds of them.

On the side of Duke Ross, the senior officers had enough combat power to fight against these black-armored warriors, and the number of ordinary soldiers and guards was dozens of times that of these black-armored warriors.

On the sea surface of Sea Urchin Bay not far away, two first-class battleships have been opened horizontally, and all gun doors towards the land side have been opened, revealing the dark muzzles.

The Marquis of Seajac gritted his teeth and hissed: "His Excellency Ross..."

Duke Ross pointed to Rafa lying in the pit and said coldly: "Man, take away...the things on his chest will be kept temporarily by me. Do you think you can get this thing back at what price? When you think about it, come to me again."

Proudly raised his head, Duke Ross sneered: "By the way, come to me if you really think it through, and I will only give you one chance!"

After shaking his broken left arm, Duke Ross stared at the Marquis of Seajac with deep eyes: "Another add, I will not bear any joint responsibility for you in everything tonight. I will report to Her Majesty the Queen directly to the cause and effect of the matter... Don't think of pulling me into the water! Dear Seajac... Your Excellency!"

‘Hohoho’… Duke Ross laughed and pointed at a female guard beside him.

The female guard jumped out of the pit skillfully and grabbed the black stone slab that was pressed against Rafa’s chest with both hands.

A faint light flashed on the black stone slab, and the female guard suddenly groaned, and the blood in the seven orifices flowed down like a stream. She suddenly let go of her hands, staggered back a few steps, and her face instantly turned white.

Duke Ross's pupils condensed and he murmured: "It turns out that a taboo thing... such a dangerous thing is of course kept by me, and it cannot be put into the hands of people with ulterior motives."
Chapter completed!