Chapter 126 It turns out that you also...
“Look, this is the dismounting slope, because the terrain here was originally very steep, and it is easy to fall if you don’t dismount.”
“It’s 10 miles ahead from here. We have arrived at Fort Joan of Arc, and ahead is Ashheard Town. I have to hide for a while."
Halkin walked happily and said that Grampwin told Horn that he had never seen it before. Never has a dwarf been able to talk so well.
On the road wrapped around the farmland hillside, a long black dragon slowly moved forward, causing many refugee workers working on the farm to raise their heads and look curiously.
The foremen's whips and curses followed.
The earth is covered with golden autumn leaves. They sway gently in the breeze and scatter on the ground like gold coins.
On the left side of Horn and the others are still mountains, but on the right side they have turned into an endless plain. Only in the misty clouds can the afterimages of the green mountains be seen.
After a day of walking, at noon on November 2, Horn finally arrived at the scheduled location.
A long line of Papal State motorcades were stationed on the roadside, waiting for the arrival of the special envoy of Duke Dardenne of Kush.
After contacting the White Mountain Monastery, Sissi successfully returned to the team, while Carrie only showed up last night, saying she encountered some difficulties and then disappeared.
Sitting on a tree stump by the roadside, watching the villagers playing and playing, Horn felt much more relaxed than before.
Those tense days were over, and he had a smooth road ahead of him.
Horn has almost figured it out. According to the current situation, his peaceful rise strategy no longer works.
As for the blue-blooded orphans, Horn had thought about it. He would first pass their letters and news to their families and send them home.
As for what the church did and the unknown entrustment, Horne made three plans.
The first one is Carrie. Judging from various circumstances, she is indeed a high-ranking member of the Secret Party. The Secret Party is naturally at odds with the church, and these evidences are just weapons.
The second one is Duke Dardenne. Judging from the intelligence collected so far, his butt is at least on the side of the Qianhe Valley people.
For Duke Dardenne, who was seeking independence, these evidences were the best reason for an uprising.
You know, there are very few people in Qianhe Valley who have not experienced their children being lured away by the Pied Piper.
The third plan is naturally Horn's own. If the first two fail, it will be his turn to attack the church.
Darnay is in the short term and Carrie is in the mid term. When they fail to do so, the fully developed Horn should have picked up Maxim.
Horn asked, as long as he can confirm his identity as a witch, he can immediately obtain a town as a witch territory.
Isn’t this entering the farming phase that Horn is familiar with?
He is confident that he can become a big shot, but that will also take time and development.
After all, what can his 1,200 people do?
It is said that there are four major legions, but they only fight a dozen mountain mercenary groups who are also a ragtag group of people.
There is nothing we can do against the Bai Feng mercenaries led by Hakuto.
We cannot be like those villagers who feel invincible just by relying on imagination and determination.
The material basis cannot be ignored.
If there were no clockwork technology, Horn's original urban route and peaceful rise would be the optimal solution.
If you can't beat it, just join.
But he has huge mana and a clockwork gun. Starting from the secret party and slowly moving forward, it becomes a good path.
He has reasons why he will never make peace with the church.
In the final analysis, we still have to have a base area to develop slowly. Running away like this is not an option.
As for the villagers, Horn was still wondering when to tell them the truth.
"You must be Mr. Horn." A gentle male voice sounded, interrupting Horn's thinking.
Hearing that the man actually called Horn by his first name, the surrounding Guards soldiers immediately glared at him.
About 3 fathoms away, a man wearing a purple wide-sleeved shirt and green woolen tights was politely saluting Horn.
“Are you the special envoy of His Excellency the Duke?”
The man immediately turned his wrist, caressed his chest, stepped back and bowed, "It is Castillo of the Hiban family. If you want, please call me Casti."
After the two sides passed by, After confirming that their identities were correct, the two exchanged pleasantries and finally got to the point.
“When can I see Duke Dardenne?”
“I have to regret to tell you that the Duke is not at Castle Joan.”
“Not at Castle. DePauw?" Horn frowned, "During this period..."
"Don't worry." Casti, who was wearing eye-catching tights, smiled, "I am the Duke's most trusted courtier. I know everything, and I arranged your side."
"Then he When can you come back? "Horn will not rashly hand over the evidence in his hand to others, he must hand it over to Duke Dardenne.
"Our external statement is that the Duke is on a blind date." Speaking of this, Casti lowered his voice, "But the Lord is actually training his secret army."
Secret army?
Horn asked in a low voice: "What is the secret army?"
"It can't be said, it can't be said. He will definitely come back before December." Casti showed a mysterious smile, "Now, please take your 'nationals' and follow me to the camp."
< br>The Papal State motorcade is moving again. "Before entering the camp, can you do me a small favor?" Casti whispered again before taking a few steps.
"What are you doing?"
"We have received a lot of 'short-haired thieves' before. They have been restless recently and may need to take advantage of your prestige..."
"Let me take a look first and then talk..."
After walking a certain distance forward, the camp surrounded by low fences appeared in front of Horn.
Standing still, Casti introduced: "You will also be stationed near here."
Standing on tiptoes, Horn looked around.
This is a ruin, covered with weeds, broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and only a few crumbling houses remain.
This was once supposed to be a town, but it was later abandoned.
Boots stepped on the dirt road, followed Casti, and stepped into the camp.
Countless straw huts and tents are piled together in a haphazard manner, and men, women, and children with dirty faces are walking indifferently.
In the sky above everyone's heads, parallel to the ground, there is an airspace exclusive to fleas.
Horn could even see with his naked eyes that the fleas covered the entire camp like a big net.
Beside the grass, a dirty drunk squatted there, drinking and excreting waste openly.
Not far from him, three dogs were watching eagerly. It was foreseeable that when the drunkard stood up, there would be a fierce battle.
Resisting the desire to vomit, Horn and others bypassed several wooden barracks, jumped over trenches filled with drunkards and corpses, and finally came to a crowded place.
This piece of yellow-green grass was crowded with people of all kinds. Horn made a rough calculation and estimated that there were more than 2,000 people within sight.
In the center surrounded by the crowd, a gray-brown wooden platform with a height of two fathoms rose from the ground.
"What is this place for?"
"I, I, I..." With a constipated look on his face, Castil hesitated for a long time, "I don't know how to explain it, so you should see for yourself."
Covering his mouth and nose, and pushing forward for a short distance, Horn opened his eyes in the stinky smell and finally could see clearly.
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and goshawks are chasing birds in the sky. Under the idle sunshine, blazing torches are lit at the four corners of the pine wooden platform.
Horn could clearly see that in the center of the wooden platform was a thin man. At this moment, he was shaking the black cloak in his hand and dancing and jumping crazily.
This is?
"Uh-oh-oh--"
The skinny man spun and jumped, his eyes closed, and he made an incomprehensible cry.
Throwing the black cloak in his hand away, he almost knelt on the ground, grabbing his neck crazily.
But the next second, he stood on his knees and jumped up, doing splits in the air like a ballet, falling and jumping like a spring.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee-"
A meaningless scream came from his mouth. The man raised his hands high and kept crossing them and shaking them. They were very similar to the flowery hands Horn had seen in his previous life.
The muscles in his cheeks kept twitching, as if he was experiencing some extremely painful sound, and his face was as hideous as a demon.
So you also...
Looking at the dancing figures on the wooden stage, Horn was so embarrassed that his whole body was numb and his teeth were sore.
"Hiss." He didn't even dare to look up, but just lowered his head and muttered, "It's too embarrassing."
The muttering just ended when Horn heard the strange scream and suddenly stopped, and then There was a dull "dong" sound, and there were uproar around him.
When I looked up, I saw the jumping man lying on the ground with a ferocious face. It seemed that he had fallen.
But the man who danced like a master did not panic.
Like an epileptic seizure, he frothy and lay on the ground, wiping away the blood on the tip of his nose and the tears on the corners of his eyes with dust and dog feces.
"Wow!"
As if struck by lightning, the man straightened his body and stood up from the ground.
The ferocious face dissipated into tranquility, and he straightened his back, as if frozen, motionless.
The people below swallowed nervously, waiting for the final result.
At this moment, Horn's embarrassment gradually faded away, and he waited with the same curiosity to see who he was going to let down to earth.
This lasted for a full seven or eight seconds before he suddenly got excited and shouted: "Drink!" A common action taken by kindergarten children.
Slowly opening his eyes, he looked straight ahead to the deserted place, extremely serious and holy, as if shrouded in holy light.
“Believers, listen——”
“I am, the grandson of the saint!”
(End of this chapter)