Chapter 487 Assassination
The militiamen watched the people coming from far away on the trade road.
Just when he was considering whether to light the smoke immediately, the uninvited guests gradually became clearer in his sight.
Not the army!
It’s not an army, is it a caravan doing business?
Who is bold enough to cross the border at this time?
Even if you are smuggling, you should find trails that ordinary people are not familiar with.
He observed carefully and finally saw clearly the banner of that team.
It is the flag of the church. Yes, the flag has a flame pattern embroidered with gold thread. It is the holy emblem of the Father.
The militiamen thought about it, opened the pigeon cage hanging on the watchtower, and took out a gray and white pigeon inside.
The pigeons who were interrupted from their meal reluctantly flapped their wings, staggered up into the sky, and flew towards the south.
If it is an invasion, light the smoke; if it is an envoy, let the doves fly.
A four-wheel carriage with exquisite shape and elegant decoration gradually approached the checkpoint, pulled by two horses. The carriage was surrounded by ten fully armed knights. They were all tall and strong, and Wearing gorgeous armor and covering his face with a helmet.
The militiamen ran down the watchtower and moved the barricades away from the checkpoint.
The team stopped, and two knights rode forward to watch the militiaman.
"My lords!" the militiamen saluted them respectfully.
No matter how dissatisfied he is with the church, he feels that it is better to be polite when facing ten church knights with superb combat skills.
"We are envoys sent by the Holy See, asking your superiors to come and meet."
A knight spoke to him, and because he was wearing a hooded helmet, his voice sounded a little The sound of the urn and the urn of gas.
"Sir, unfortunately, my captain led others on patrol."
The "Holy See" did not attract the attention of the militiamen. In the minds of ordinary people, there is no difference between the Holy See and the church.
"In that case, let's move on."
The knight flicked his whip and prepared to cross the level.
“Oh! No!”
The militiaman tried hard to suppress his inner fear and mustered up the courage to say.
"The notice we received is asking you to wait here. A distinguished gentleman from the Council is in the nearest town. He will be here soon after receiving the message. At most..."
He Two fingers deep down, "Wait two hours at most."
In fact, the militiamen were beating drums in their hearts. What if the stupid bird that reported the news flew halfway to find food somewhere else? It seemed like it wasn't full when it was released.
The captain should keep one more person - the militiamen complained in their hearts.
“Be bold!”
Sure enough, the expected thunder soon fell.
The knight who just spoke waved his whip so hard that the militiamen felt that it would hit him in the next second.
"You, a despicable civilian, actually let the special envoy wait in your doghouse. Do you want to taste the taste of the whip?"
The militiamen were so frightened that they immediately closed their eyes, Then he hunched his body and tensed his muscles in preparation for being whipped.
This is already an instinct, and most civilians will have this instinct in front of nobles.
"Stop!"
The voice from the carriage saved the militiaman from a physical torture.
The militiamen looked at the carriage with some gratitude. The door above opened with a creak. First a tall young man stepped out, and then an old man who was a head shorter than the young man stepped out.
Judging from the respectful attitude of the young man, this old man is the special envoy, right?
The old man said: "I happen to be tired from sitting, so let's rest here for a while."
He looked at the militiaman kindly: "Haha, it's a bit windy outside. If you allow me, please come and sit in your house."
The militiaman immediately replied, "Sir, of course, if you don't If you don't like it, of course, I guarantee it's clean inside."
The old man said to the knights: "I want to stay quietly for a while, don't come in and disturb me. Oh, Anthony, you can come in, maybe I have something. The problem needs to be discussed with you."
Then he and the young man followed the militiamen towards the house.
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Anthony entered the hut where the guards rested first. He didn't find anything unusual, so he stepped aside to let Leadbetter in. After Leadbetter sat down on a chair, he said: "Sir, I'm going to go out and explain to our knights, so that when the people from the alliance come over later, their attitude will be too harsh. You know, the current situation ..."
Leader nodded, "You are right, we should remind them, go ahead."
Anthony turned around and stood still. The militiaman at the door said, "Go get a bucket of water and let the envoy wash away the dust from the journey."
The militiaman pointed to the wooden bucket in the corner, "Sir, we have it ready here."< br>
Anthony raised his face and said in a higher tone: "Watch your attitude, guard! Do you mean to ask the envoys from the Holy See to wash their hands and faces with the water you used?"
The militiamen were frightened, " I'll go right away."
"Hurry up, don't forget to clean the bucket."
The militiaman went out with the bucket, and Anthony followed.
Lebetter closed his eyes, and his thoughts gradually focused on the upcoming negotiations.
How to convince the Cape Bay Alliance? The Alliance is the most powerful among the coastal countries. As long as the Alliance can put down its hostile attitude, other countries will not be a problem.
What concessions should I make? On which issues can we absolutely not retreat?
As for the problems that may be encountered in the negotiation, Leadbetter carefully considers them one by one and thinks about strategies.
He was thinking so seriously that he didn't even notice anyone entering the house.
When the touch on his neck and the subsequent feeling of suffocation hit his brain, it was already too late.
When Leadbetter realized that someone was attacking him, a strong hand had already tightly grasped his throat, and the other hand covered his mouth so tightly and powerfully that his Not a single sound could come out of his mouth.
The instinct to survive still made him struggle, but the more he struggled, the less strength he had because he couldn't breathe now.
After identifying the attacker, he was shocked and felt sad and pitiful. He didn't know whether he felt pity for himself or the other person.
Just when he thought he might die of suffocation, a sharp pain struck from behind, and Leadbetter suddenly lost all his strength.
Blood flowed from the wound on the back, and the brain's consciousness, which was already lacking oxygen, became even more blurred.
"Is there another person?"
Lebetter, whose mouth and nose were still covered and his throat was choked, thought this way.
"Oh, forget it, let's do it..."
This was the last thought that ran through Leadbetter's mind, and then his body completely lost its life.
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The knights of the church stood outside boredly.
Priest Anthony came out and called them together.
Be polite when the alliance officials come over later! Lord Leadbetter has great hopes for this negotiation.
The priest warned them like this.
Negotiate, negotiate! What a nonsense!
This is what many knights think.
But they dare not disobey the instructions of their superiors.
The militiaman came out with a bucket, went to the small lake in the distance to get a bucket of water, came back, and got into the hut again.
That one has already been searched by them, and there is a priest taking care of him in the room, so the knights are not worried.
Then a roar full of grief, anger and pain came from the hut.
"Sinner! Do you know what you are doing?"
The power even scared the surrounding birds to fly into the sky.
The same idea came to everyone's mind.
It’s over, something big happened.
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