Chapter 61 The war is coming
Pico sat in this hall, even though his body was tied, he was still looking around.
The indoor space of this Gulag monastery is about 3 fathoms high, with cross-shaped arches meeting in the middle, and the dome is a faded mural of the birth of Messiah.
Compared with the exquisite room, the decorations and furniture in this room seem so simple - there are none.
The entire hall is empty except for one chair in the middle.
Pico was trapped in his chair and could only count the acanthus leaves on the pilasters in boredom.
After informing the other party of his identity, no one came for most of the day.
What is there to discuss? Isn’t it an old process?
These people are unprofessional. Pico curled his lips and shook his head.
As an envoy sent by Quincy, Pico has two tasks on this trip.
The first is to reach cooperation with the secret parties in advance and discuss the issue of people and heads.
This church negotiates with the secret party under unspoken rules. This is not the first time for Pico, he is familiar with the road.
The second question was asked on behalf of Quincy. He hoped that the people here would not surrender at the beginning, but instead start a fake fight.
Injure several of them, so that Quincy will have a reason to get more of the pie from Sissi.
To be honest, if he hadn't come with the first question, I'm afraid Bonade would not have let him come over easily.
That damn Bonader was all about women.
While I was thinking wildly, the iron-nailed cedar door was pushed open with a bang, and with a heart-breaking creaking sound, several people in red clothes walked in.
This should be the secret party that started the rebellion.
"I'm really sorry, are you a brother from the church? Come here, untie me quickly."
Under Chilvis's instructions, several guards came forward one after another, in a hurry. The ground untied Pico.
"I'm really sorry. That was the Temple Knight of our church. It has always been like this. He is a close associate of Father Durdafo. None of us dare to do anything to him?"
"Then why is he so old? "His Majesty the Pope, His Majesty the Pope?"
"Then the Pope is our scapegoat. In order to take care of the people, we usually call him the Pope, so we should be used to it."
Holding Pico's shoulders, Madeleine smiled and said: "Brother, we have to wait so hard. When will the church's heavenly soldiers arrive? As soon as the heavenly soldiers arrive, we will surrender immediately."
"No. Urgent, don't be impatient." Breaking free from Madeleine's rough hand, Pico stood up, moved his somewhat numb body, and walked around the room as if there was no one around.
He moved for a long time and pushed his hair back: "How is Father Durdafo? Where did you imprison him?"
"The priest is fine!" Madeleine smiled a little. Stiff, "Nothing's wrong, just be quiet."
"Oh, how is your body? No injuries, right?"
"Slightly injured, the priest is even hurt. No words were said, that corpse is so healthy.”
“Huh?”
"Brother Madeleine means that he is in very good health." Grampwin squeezed Madeleine behind him. "After all, I can't go out. I stay in a small room every day. I am much thinner than before."
Pico He nodded, and that was true. Father Durdafo was detained by them and couldn't go out. He probably had nothing else to do except exercise.
"Since Father Durdafo is fine, we can talk about business." "Sit down."
Several pontifical guards moved into the small The round table and Mazza, Pico sat down with these people.
Knowing that these people were high-ranking members of the uprising mob, Pico did not engage in any pleasantries. After all, he did not know them, so he went straight to the topic.
“That’s right, you also know that this flood came at the wrong time, and now the heretic Juano and Bishop Constance are fighting fiercely.
Everywhere in the Thousand Valleys It was a mob under the banner of Juanno, and various secret parties fanned the flames, forcing the Demon Hunters to kill everywhere.
Lord Barneyforth wanted to do something practical. Set an example and show your face in front of His Excellency Constance and the King.
The bishop announced that you have ten thousand people and are the largest rebel force entrenched nearby. You are extremely powerful. Common.
What I mean, do you understand? "
Madelan, Chilvis and others looked at each other in confusion. Grampwin seemed to realize something. His body trembled slightly: "Do you mean..."
See you These people still didn't understand, and Pico scratched the back of his head irritably.
"I won't be secretive. "Standing up, Pico held out five fingers and said, "Four hundred heads of cultists, try to be male, and then the pope, bishop, etc., must be captured alive. "
Veins bulged on Madeleine's forehead. He clenched his fist tightly in his right hand, but his wrist was directly held by Chilvis on the side.
"I still don't understand. If we just behead them, there are only so many of us. What will happen if the villagers are frightened and run away?" Grampwin stood in front of Madeleine, blocking Pico's view.
Pico looked at Grampwin up and down and asked in an old-fashioned way: "Are you new here?"
"Not that new."
" Come on, I'll teach you." Picco smiled and patted his knees, leaning forward, "This guy needs to have a good name.
Find a leader who won't do anything to them, and he will be locked up for a few days at most. , and then tie them up with rope.
Take them away in batches, kill them in batches, kill the people in front, and don't let the people behind see them.
The best thing is that the head needs to be processed, such as drawing a few devil tattoos and inserting two pig teeth into the mouth. Otherwise, who would believe that they are a secret party, right?
When they are piled on the car, the same technique is used. Children and women are placed at the bottom and inside, and adult men are placed outside. "
This time it was Grampwin's expression that was unnatural.
Pico had not noticed the change in the expressions of Grampwin and others at this time, and was still talking.
"I know, ah, I know, you definitely want to surrender, but you are unlucky, this time it will not be solved by simply surrendering."
Pico crossed his legs: " You have made too much noise this time. Not only does the false pope have to be handed over for beheading, but according to Bishop Barneyforth's wishes, you cardinals also have to be handed over, but..."
"But what?" Squeezing Madeleine to the back, Chilvis walked to Grandpover and stood shoulder to shoulder.
“But I can do you a favor in this matter, such as letting you go and saying that you have died on the battlefield.” Pico crossed his palms and put them on his knees, “As long as you can Do us a small favor first”
“A small favor?”
"Yes, I want you to fight a fake war with us!"
(End of Chapter)