Chapter 466 The Mysterious Masked Man
“Let’s take the same path as yesterday.”
Standing outside the Senate, Aslay put his hands on his hips: “Let’s go and take a look there again I want to choose a good house that suits me.”
At present, the Holy Will has been decided. Although there are some opponents and some supporters of the new guild in Qiumu Island. , but what can they do?
They are still counting on Shengsun to provide them with jobs. Since they can't change it, they might as well think about how to get a good score in the next craftsman exam.
Although Sharette still doesn't quite understand what this so-called "exam" is, it should be similar to the master's "exam memory".
Seeing that Sharette was silent, Aslay smiled and said: "Don't worry, if you can't afford a house in the future, I will leave you an attic and you can live there with my maid. ."
"Is our friendship worth a loft?" As he said this, Charette still followed Aslay towards the path, "I told you not to think about it. We have to live without food and drink for thirty or forty years before we can afford it."
"Who said that? Didn't you listen to those elders today? We can have a net income of 20 gold pounds a year, and we have saved it in ten years.”
“No, buddy, the craftsman exam has not even started yet, and you have taken the first place in the loan?”
The two of them were sarcastic to each other, turned a corner, stepped on the herringbone pattern floor tiles, and headed towards the same path they took yesterday.
Since most of the townhouses have not yet been built, there are only two or three people living in them at this time. Therefore, although this area is at the northernmost edge of the official residence square, not many people come here on weekdays.
It was almost noon, and the scorching sun penetrated the roof, drawing a long path of black shadows parallel to the eaves on the gray-white ground.
On this road made of shadows, apart from the black cat resting on the wall, there were actually only two people, Sharette and Aslay.
"Hmm?" Walking well, Sharette's nose moved and he sniffed twice more.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't move around here. I'll go over there and have a look. It smells of blood." Before Aslay could reply, Sharette walked towards the alley. Sly put the whistle in his mouth as a warning.
The two still have a tacit understanding.
After walking forward for more than ten meters, Charette felt familiar. Wasn't this the place where the sewers were being cleaned yesterday?
At this time, a temporary wooden fence on a base was erected outside the alley, tied with ropes, and a sign prohibiting entry was hung.
At that time, there were still a few sewage workers here with wooden sticks tinkering with the slime, saying that it would take a day to repair it, but now they are nowhere to be seen.
There is still a stench in the air, but it has become much fresher, but there is a sweet and fishy smell with rust in it than yesterday.
Picking up a pointed wooden stick used to drain the sewer from the ground, Charette slowly walked towards the remote alley where several sewage workers drained the sewer yesterday.
Half of his head poked out from behind the wall, Sharette's pupils shrank.
This is it?
In the alley behind the corner, the corpses in gray clothes lay scattered on the ground. They should be the sewage workers from yesterday.
In the shadow, Sharette could not see the specific appearance or the wounds clearly, but he was sure that these people had stopped breathing.
Murder? In Autumn Twilight Island, the core territory of the Salvation Army?
Sharette took two steps forward. Just as he was about to walk over and take a closer look, he suddenly stopped.
He remembered that there were only four sewage workers working on the sewer yesterday. Why were there five corpses here?
"噌——"
The sound of metal rubbing violently on the ground sounded. Sharet subconsciously raised the wooden stick to block. The skills he had honed in the war made him lean back subconsciously.
The shining black sword tip passed through the tip of the nose, cutting the tip of Sharette's nose into two parts.
Gritting his teeth, he kicked the "corpse" jumping up from the ground in the abdomen. The man wearing the mask easily dodged to avoid it.
Leaning back, Sharette took two steps back and held on to the wall, but at least he did not fall.
He looked up and saw a man wearing a hood and a white full-face mask standing in the dirty alley on a hot day.
In the large cloak, a cold light poked out from the shadows, and it was stained with sporadic blood stains.
Is this an assassin? Or a gang member? Or maybe a family vendetta?
Sharette didn't know his identity, but he knew that he wanted to kill him and silence him.
Damn, he didn't have a sword today.
Qiu Mu Island has a certain degree of control over swords, but it is not prohibited to wear them.
In this era of low per capita quality, it is common and necessary to carry weapons with you.
A large part of the residents of Qiumu Island are soldiers. The Papal State has been very martial from the beginning, so it is allowed to wear swords. According to the elders, there will be no chaos if everyone has a sword.
However, the Papal Palace still requires citizens that if they wear swords and weapons, they must be placed where others can see them at a glance.
The use of clothing and cloaks to conceal weapons is not permitted, and the concealment or possession of crossbows, armor, and polearms is prohibited.
Sharette brought a bayonet to Rapid City previously.
It just so happened that he had to go to the Senate today. Before entering, he had to search his body and collect weapons.
I was deceived by the seemingly good security of Qiu Mu Island. There are still bad guys!
“Blow the whistle, blow the whistle!” Suppressing the pain in his nose, Sharette shouted towards Aslay behind him with his face covered in blood.
"Dududu——"
Puffing up his cheeks, Aslay blew hard while picking up the short iron-clad staff hanging on his waist and rushed towards the man with the white mask. .
Both of them were militiamen who had participated in the battle to defend the city of Rapid City. They had even received a month of swordsmanship training, so they were naturally different from ordinary citizens.
Sharette held the wooden stick horizontally and vertically, avoiding the two thrusts of the masked man, and then arched his body and jumped back, avoiding the masked man's sweep.
The masked man stepped on the hard ground, grabbed a throwing knife from under his cloak, and threw it towards Sharet and the two.
"Dodge the arrows!" Shouting the command when defending the city, the two of them fell to both sides at the same time, but the flying knives still pierced Sharet's thigh and Aslay's shoulder.
"Holy Lord! Go to hell, murderer!"
Rolled on the ground and stood up again, holding the iron-headed cane high, ignoring the bleeding and pain in his shoulder, Yuan stared at the masked man with wide eyes.
“Ding——”
Aslay’s iron-headed stick hit the ground with a crisp sound, but it failed to hit the masked man.
The masked man seemed to have a spring under his feet. He kicked on the spot and actually jumped onto the wall beside him amid the splash of gravel and flying dust.
Squatting on the wall, he held on to the eaves on the side, his eyes narrowed under the mask, staring at the two craftsmen in front of him.
For some reason, Sharette had a creepy feeling. The masked man seemed to be thinking about whether to kill them.
But the whistle Aslay blew finally took effect at this moment.
"Is there anyone robbed? Who?"
"Who's blowing the whistle?"
Two tall and thick war monks appeared in a townhouse not far away. They opened the door and rushed out of the courtyard, rushing towards this side like bulls.
“This way, this way, there is a murder here.” The overjoyed Sharet shouted to the war monks.
After seeing the hammers on the monks' waists and the holy guns in their hands, the masked man froze for a moment, then turned around and ran away.
He was moving at an extremely fast speed, jumping between the eaves and walls. The lead pieces chasing behind him flew under his armpits and shoulders, and were about to disappear from sight in the blink of an eye.
"Does this allow him to run away?"
"Chase!"
The two war monks carried the holy gun on their backs, walked along the street, and walked towards the rabbit with their long legs. The falcon landed on the jumping figures running between the houses.
The two war monks obviously had breathing skills in their bodies. They had afterimages on their legs and ran away biting the masked man's back.
It wasn't until these people disappeared from sight that Aslay and Sharette relaxed their bodies as if they had lost all strength.
They touched the blood on their bodies and looked at each other with a wry smile.
"What just happened? Two citizens."
As the two looked at each other, a young and serious voice came from behind the two Sharettes.
They turned around and saw the blond young man with the Golden Gear Medal on his collar, sitting in a cushioned wheelchair and driving out of the villa they had just arrived at.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Jonard, and I am the secretary monk of the Gendarmerie." Jonard raised his hand and handed the Gendarmerie badge to them. When they saw it clearly, he pulled out a foldable folder from under his buttocks. Paper board.
"Tell me, what happened."
(End of this chapter)