Chapter 302 Robbery
Four carriages were driving along.
Starting from the Simon Museum in the center of Peacock City, we headed east along the Feather River, crossed an arch bridge, and then turned south and drove out of the city gate of Peacock City.
After passing the long giant suspension bridge and crossing the Weiling River, we directly entered the main road in the suburbs, seeming to be heading to the next city.
The four carriages were in a straight line and were not traveling very fast.
When they were passing through a field, the horses pulling the cart suddenly stopped uncontrollably, kicking their hooves and snoring in place as if they were frightened.
The drivers were very surprised and confused, but no matter how they scolded and shook the reins, the horses were unwilling to take even one step.
At this time, a group of more than a dozen people, including men and women, slowly walked out of the woods on both sides.
They were dressed like ordinary middle-class people, with dresses, hats, and long skirts. They looked easily reminiscent of rich people going out for an outing, but their expressions were exactly the same indifference.
"Gentlemen, may I help you?"
The coachman sat on top of the carriage and asked the people surrounding him with doubts on his face.
But these strange men and women did not answer.
The leader, a middle-aged man, stared closely at the second carriage and said with a faint smile:
"Mr. Donmarn, I know you are in the carriage, why don't you come out and have a chat."
Both sides were silent for a few seconds.
The curtain of the second carriage carriage was lifted from the inside.
A fat middle-aged man in a top hat and a tuxedo, holding a wooden cane, walked out. With a face full of frost and anger, he walked straight to the group of strange men and women and scolded:
"Osmond! You are just a bunch of damn flies, annoying! What on earth do you want to do?!"
"Haha, Mr. Donmarn, don't be so excited."
The leader named Osmond chuckled.
"We only need three of the exhibits. It's not a big deal. For your countless collections, they are just a small part, aren't they? And we don't take them for free, we will give you money. .”
"It's ridiculous!"
Don Marn only held the cane in his hand and struck the ground hard.
"You have no sincerity at all. You want to buy my treasure for twenty gold pounds. Do you think I am short of money? Or do you think I am a beggar? You are humiliating me!"
Undaunted, he took a step forward and came face to face with Osmond.
"Even if I give them all away, it's also my freedom, and you can't get it either!"
"Why bother?"
Osmond still had an unbridled smile on his face.
He shook his head and raised his hand to signal.
"We don't want to do this either. You are too stubborn... Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We just borrowed those three things for a little research."
The men behind Osmond immediately stepped forward, dragged the drivers of the four carriages, and then moved out the wooden boxes in the carriages one by one, prying them open and rummaging through the items inside.
The coachmen were so frightened that they squatted on the ground and shivered with their heads in their hands, not daring to resist.
The actions of these strange men and women were extremely rough, and they seemed not to care that the valuable antiques and paintings would be damaged as a result.
"Stop! You bandits!"
Don Marne yelled angrily, but no one listened to him.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and took out an exquisite flintlock gun inlaid with gold from his waist, pointed it at Osmond's face in front of him, and threatened:
"Have your men stop! Otherwise I will start robbing!"
"Mr. Don Marne, you should know that this kind of firearm has no deterrent effect on an extraordinary person."
Osment turned a blind eye to the gun pointed at him, and said slowly with the corners of his mouth raised.
The veins on Tang Ma En's forehead were exposed. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger directly.
Bang!
A loud gunshot broke through the quiet countryside.
But the bullet was empty.
Osmond dodged the bullet at extremely fast speed and appeared on Don Marne's side. He punched the opponent in the abdomen and knocked him down.
Tang Maen screamed in pain and collapsed on the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up.
"Uh... you, you damn bandits! As members of the Righteous God Church, to do such a thing is no different from the beasts of the Red Apple Church!"
The slightly fat middle-aged man retched twice, his tears mixed with saliva, and he could not speak clearly.
Osmond, the branch vice president of the History and Ceremony Association, stood quietly in front of Don Marne, as if he didn't hear his curse, and his attention was entirely focused on his men who were rummaging through the wooden box.
"Have times really changed... Even the True God Church no longer protects the world, but has become a persecutor... Empire! Trisul Empire! Can we go back to the past...?"
Tang Maen was disheartened and suddenly burst into tears.
When he was a child, his grandfather once told him that the Simon family was actually a member of the nobility hundreds of years ago, but later declined and had no choice but to become a businessman.
Tang Marn still remembered his grandfather's wry smile and helpless words... The reason why nobles are nobles is precisely because they made great contributions when the empire was founded, and were the first batch of extraordinary people to follow the Sun King in battle.
At that time, almost every noble family had its own mysterious inheritance and could cultivate its own extraordinary beings... However, with the promulgation of the Sun King's decree, extraordinary knowledge in the empire was suppressed and cut off.
Chaos and rebellion began to ignite in that era. The independence of the Anlong United Kingdom was also due to this reason.
As time passed, the empire's rule stabilized.
But over the past four thousand years, the nobles have gradually separated from the mysterious realm, leaving only the glory of their ancestors. Although there are still a small number of nobles who rely on their status and wealth to pursue mysteries and strive for transcendence, there are even fewer who can truly comprehend the true meaning from extraordinary knowledge and become transcendent.
And most of them are just wandering in the low sequence.
The extraordinary knowledge of medium and high sequences has long been monopolized by the Orthodox Church.
What's more, the nobles are originally a group that the asylum and the Church of the Sun are watching closely. Once an extraordinary person is discovered, they will be suppressed immediately.
The management of various parts of the empire is handled by local councils, security offices and other departments. Any hazardous incidents involving the mysterious realm are handed over to the imperial asylum and the Seven Orthodox Churches for resolution and suppression.
At the beginning, there was order, no matter whether it was nobles, wealthy businessmen or civilians, their lives and property were guaranteed, and the empire was prosperous.
However, the domineering style of the Empire and the Church of the Sun has left many disadvantages.
Four thousand years have passed, and chaos has begun in various places. Order is developing towards disorder. The seven righteous churches, except for the Church of the Sun, which is linked to the royal family, have all lost their original ideas and creeds. They have begun to let themselves go and rely solely on containment. The situation is no longer enough to suppress the entire empire, and it is beyond its capabilities.
The rebellion of the Red Apple Church, which caused unrest in the empire, is the best example.
"Vice-President Osmond, the thing has been found."
At this time, two subordinates of the History and Ceremony Association, a man and a woman, walked up to the middle-aged man. They ignored Tang Maen who was collapsed at his feet and handed over the things in their hands.
A fragment of a stele, a parchment manuscript and an ancient book.
"Well, good job."
Osmond smiled and praised.
But just as he was about to take over the three collections, his expression suddenly changed.
The hairs all over his body stood up inexplicably, and a strong sense of crisis arose spontaneously, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.
"Who?!"
Osmond turned around suddenly and looked behind him.
A dozen subordinates quickly looked over after hearing the vice president's shouts.
Everyone saw a rickety figure covered in rusty black armor, walking slowly, dragging a terrifying silver broad-bladed sword in his hand, and the scarlet cloak behind him made a hunting sound.
A ferocious and violent aura rushed towards my face!
Click, click...
The heavy greaves stepped on the ground, leaving footprints one after another.
"Passing by here, it seems I found something interesting..."
A deep voice came from the dark cross pores on the knight's visor.
Osmond froze on the spot, his whole body stiff.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and back in the next second.
"Black...Spade Knight Qiao Ke..."
A dry sound came from Osmond's throat.
The Obsidian Dual Riders, who are as famous as the "Sword of Ferry" Byers, are S-class wanted criminals in the empire. They once beheaded one of the twelve bishops of the Sun Church's Sun Monastery. They are an incarnation of Terrence's crown. They have frequently destroyed the Red Army in recent times. Apple Church Branch...
All kinds of terrifying names were pointed at the ferocious knight in front of him.
Osmond just wants to escape from here now, he doesn't want to waste a second, and he can't even muster the slightest courage to resist.
But he didn't dare to act rashly.
He is afraid, he is afraid!
"Mr. Qiao Ke, what do you want?"
Osmond forced a smile and asked aloud.
The dozen or so subordinates around him all looked shocked, holding their breaths and not daring to make any sound.
Chen Lun stopped twenty meters away, slowly raised a hand, and pointed at three things held by a man and a woman next to Osmond.
"Give me, live. Don't give me, all die."
His indifferent and low voice was like the death sentence, which everyone present could hear clearly.
As a mid-sequence extraordinary person, Osmond had a strong premonition after undergoing an extraordinary metamorphosis that as long as he did some irrational behavior, his body and head would be separated in the next second, and the possibility of survival was almost zero!
He just felt creepy!
Why did the Knight of Spades appear here? !
How could it be so terrible!
If we really fight, there is no possibility of victory for our side...
"Give it to him."
Osmond did not dare to turn his head, his eyes were lowered, staring at the ground in front of the Spades Knight, and giving orders to the men around him.
"Vice-President?"
A man and a woman were a little confused and confirmed again.
"I said, give it to him!"
The sweat on Osmond's face had begun to drip to the ground.
His neck was like a rusty machine, raised stiffly, his expression seemed to beg and beg:
"Mr. Qiao Ke, I offer the things with both hands. Please let us leave."
Finished.
A man and a woman tensed up. They took a step forward extremely nervously, placed the three collections in their hands on the ground, and then slowly backed away.
Osmond raised his hand to signal.
This group of extraordinary beings from the History and Ceremony Association began to retreat slowly.
Chen Lun chuckled, walked forward slowly, bent down to pick up the three items, played with them for a while, and confirmed that they were what he wanted.
Looking up again, Osmond and a dozen other people were already taking steps to escape into the distance.
"Please forgive me, I lied."
Chen Lun looked directly at the backs of the group of people.
"Give it to me, and you will all die...because I don't like you."
Don Marne, who was lying on the ground, did not dare to move. He closed his eyes tightly and was shocked when he heard the voice of this terrifying knight in his ears.
He mustered up the courage to open his eyes, but found that there was no one in front of him.
After getting up and looking around, he saw a terrible scene and looked horrified.
The knight took just one step, crossed a long distance, and reached behind Osmond and others, with a sword hanging in the air——
Just a sweep.
Osmond, along with several people around him, were all cut off at the waist.
Their expressions were still fixed in shock and fear. (End of chapter)