Chapter 156 Blood Covers the Clouds
After returning from the Duke's Castle, under the night, Madeleine and Jeanne did not go to sleep separately, but discussed in a low voice.
“Do you also feel that something is wrong with the Duke’s reaction?”
“Yes.” Madeleine frowned, “Isn’t he angry at all? How could he look so overjoyed? Ask us if we have any. "
What Madeleine and the others gave to the Duke was naturally a copy. The relics preserved by the unknown monk and the evidence found in the Blue Blood Monastery were still in Jeanne's box.
"This appointment is wrong." Jeanne was riding on the horse, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together, "Why did he appoint Boulwerf as his agent in the camp? Doesn't the Duke know that we imprisoned and tortured him?"< br>
“Perhaps he feels that he has stayed in our camp for a long time, so he understands the situation, right?”
With doubts, he walked back to the former Papal Palace from the camp gate. When he arrived nearby, let At a glance, Na saw someone pulling at the door.
Even a few lycanthropic Varangian guards were pushing and shoving with a few refugees.
The most conspicuous among them is Bishop Boerwerf. He is dressed in white and is tugging on the apron of little Giles, with a wanton smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" Jeanne shouted angrily.
Seeing Jeanne and others approaching quickly, Bulwerf let go of Giles and retreated behind the two guards.
Jeanna knew the two guards. Aren't they the refugees she had expelled from the camp before?
Jeanna's heart suddenly felt a little heavier.
"Bishop Boerwerf, what are you doing?" Madeleine stepped forward and asked.
"What am I doing? I want to ask you what are you going to do?" Boerwerf stared at Jeanna and the others fiercely, "Why are you hiding the real evidence?"
"This is just necessary protection. Measures of evidence."
"I think you want to betray the Duke and Castle Joan to the Empire?"
Bulwerf was tortured before, but now he has become the Duke. The contact in the refugee camp will naturally want to come back with revenge.
"We didn't mean that. I have to say that our willingness to cooperate with the Duke is very sincere, but that doesn't mean you can frame us at will."
Jeanne stared directly into Boulwerf's eyes.
She had long thought of this day, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.
After looking at Jeanna for almost half a minute, Boerwerf finally relaxed.
"Okay, then I'll take a step back."
Bulwerf reluctantly glanced at Giles next to Jeanne, "But I, the bishop, can't even serve anyone. No, why don’t you give me the maid next to you.”
"No." Jeanne could see Boulwerf's intention at a glance, and she stopped directly in front of Giles, "Everything must be according to the rules of the Pope. If you want a maid, I can arrange it for you, but it is not It must be Giles.”
“What a joke, I’m not from your camp, why should I abide by the rules of your camp?” Bulwerf scolded, “You guys are hiding evidence. If you don't let me contact the people around you, I really doubt whether you have any intention of cooperating."
At this time, the refugees who were watching the excitement gradually came out and discussed what was happening in front of them.
Since Horn left with a large number of senior officials, there has been quite a sense of power vacuum in the refugee camp.
Even some "seniors" began to re-contact their original subordinates. The heads of hundreds of households were unable to maintain order, and public security was much more chaotic than before.
"My lady saint, how about..."
"Your Excellency Jeanne, after all, the bishop is the Duke's agent."
"Your Majesty is not here, and the Duke is not easy to mess with."< br>
In the crowd surrounding Jeanna, the hesitant voices of the refugees came out, but when Jeanna's angry eyes swept over, those voices immediately disappeared.
"Sister Jeanne." Giles tugged on the hem of Jeanne's clothes, and she forced a smile, "otherwise I will go to his place, I will just tolerate it for a while."
"No, there are more people with you alone." Jeanne stood up and slammed her feet on the ground, "This hole cannot be opened."
"Oh, that means there is no need to talk?" Bull Wilf turned to leave, "I'm going to write a letter to the Duke right now. Just watch and see if the Duke will still provide you with food and grass."
As soon as he said this, many people The heads of ten households and the heads of one hundred households in the new camp were shaken. After all, they had not gone through the long journey of blood and sweat with Horn, and they did not have much willpower at all.
Besides, the person in front of them is the bishop of a diocese. If the Pope is here, of course they are not afraid, but when the Pope is gone, this is the most noble person in the sky.
"Bishop Boerwerf, please wait."
"Oh, Your Excellency Jeanne, aren't you just a maid?"
Many of these refugees who shouted were punished by Horn. They did not dare to resist Horn, but they dared to resist Jeanne.
Jeanna did not have a lofty status in the eyes of the refugees, she just had some kinship with the saint-grandson.
In the eyes of many people, Jeanne's transformation from a witch to a saint was purely due to her connections.
Although Horn makes the decisions about security and punishment in the camp, Jeanne is the executor, and those rogue refugees have long been unhappy with her. Under such a premise, some refugees who did not know why began to follow the gangsters who originally had a grudge and walked towards the bishop.
The people in the old camp leaned towards Jeanne's position in the middle, while the remaining people stood there at a loss.
Just three hours after Horn left, the camp had a faint tendency to split into three factions.
Taking a deep breath, Jeanne winked at Coleman on the side and raised two fingers in her hand, which was her promised gesture.
Two fingers means Xiaoban, which means declaring a state of emergency in the camp.
This is not a question of a maid, but of the camp, but a question of whose hands these twelve thousand people are in.
She originally didn't want to start the game so early, but Boerwerf became arrogant when he got his way, and even wanted to overpower her and Madeleine's authority.
The method he used was to win over those former gangsters and ex-bandits who were originally on the fringes, these unstable factors.
It turns out that for gangster villains, only violence and death can bring them to submission.
Although this will put the refugees at risk of being accidentally injured and may cause complaints, after all, she is not a saint's grandson, so she can only do this if she wants authority.
Jeanne is no longer the ignorant village girl she was back then. She has learned too much about such things from "Chevalier Sifal" and Danji's annotations and Horn's stories.
She will not be merciful if necessary.
Just when Jeanne was about to shout, "Bishop Boerwerf is sleepy, send him to the west to die of sudden illness in an ice cellar", a voice pierced the sky.
“Do you still regard yourselves as Messiah’s chosen people?”
The refugees in the camp raised their heads in surprise.
Bulwerv even shivered, his legs became weak, and he even couldn't stand up straight.
Under the moonlight, the crowd looked towards the source of the sound. Jeanne was even more disbelieving and immediately turned her head, eyes widening.
Horn, who was supposed to have gone to the Holy City, appeared in front of everyone again.
The crowd gave way to the road, and a young man wearing a simple jacket appeared at the end of the road. He had blood on his waist and an indescribable light shining in his eyes.
Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the chests of the gangsters and refugees surrounding Bullwerf.
"Your Majesty, are you back?"
"Good evening, Your Majesty."
"Oh, why did I get lost and come to the Bishop's side."
> Faced with the greetings of the refugees present, Horn did not respond. Instead, he walked to the middle of the crowd step by step with an expressionless face.
Facing all the believers, he put his hands behind his back and said nothing.
No matter what the believers said or greeted, he responded with silence, constantly scanning the crowd in front of him with his eyes.
The believers stood at a loss and gradually became uneasy. They whispered to each other and even began to accuse each other in a low voice in fear.
But Horn is still silent, as if he is silent forever.
Then the entire camp was gradually swallowed up by the waves of silence, and everyone became quiet.
They closed their mouths and stared at Horn.
In an instant, the place in front of the Papal Palace was so quiet that only the howling wind sounded.
Bulwerf opened his mouth to say something, but his voice seemed to be held in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
Obviously it only takes one minute at most, but to the refugees present, it seems like a year has passed.
Turn around, Horn took two more steps forward, reaching a position where everyone could hear his voice clearly.
Facing the refugees present, he did not need the so-called trivial measures, he just opened his arms.
"Believers, I'm back." He said in a low voice.
"His Majesty the Holy Sunson, we like you!"
"Holy Trinity, the Holy Sunson is back."
"Brothers, prayer really works!"
The original voices supporting Bulwerf were immediately drowned out by the voices welcoming Horn's return.
(End of this chapter)