Dust of History: Breaking the game (below)

"Bring that pastor up quickly." Bishop Jiawei's expression finally stabilized. Originally, according to the first impulse after getting the news at that time, he was going to run out of the Magic Academy immediately, but he still restrained himself.

The old ministers, including Rod Hart, looked at the cardinal with curiosity. They didn't understand what could surprise Bishop Javi, who had always been calm and composed, so out of control. But the bishop didn't care about the eyes of the people around him at all. He was only staring at the priest from the magic academy. Under the leadership of the swordsman, the pastor broke through the blockade of the swordsmen of the Holy Knight Order and came to the outside of the temple, and the swordsman retreated.

"To be clear, what kind of person broke into the cellar under the cathedral? What was the situation at that time?" the cardinal asked anxiously.

The priest bowed and replied: "Master Bishop, that man seems to be a young man wearing a mask. He first hijacked Priest Ryan and got the key to the cellar in the cathedral, and then entered the cellar alone. After entering, he blocked the entrance of the tunnel with a strange magic restriction. Priest Ryan wanted to break it and pursue it, but he couldn't do anything with the magic restriction. Not long after, there was a big vibration in the cellar, and then he saw That person ran out from inside. Although we had already deployed manpower outside, we were still broken out by this person. The High Priest Ryan shot to stop him, but he was seriously injured by this magic... that magic... seemed to be a dead spirit Magic..."

"You said this man stole something? What kind of thing? What direction is he going?" the cardinal asked sharply. An almost hysterical agitation had begun to appear on his face. And trembling slightly. This kind of expression can only be seen when the most infatuated man hears that his lover has been taken away. The most loving mother will only appear when she sees her son is about to die, and it is not just anxiety. And panic and despair.

The eyes of the people around were even more strange. They didn't understand how such an expression could appear on someone like Bishop Jiawei.

"The villain didn't see this person either. But Priest Ryan asked me to report to the Bishop, asking the Bishop to return to the Magic Academy as soon as possible. He has something important to tell the Bishop."

Bishop Jiawei sighed heavily, turned his head and said to the ministers, "I'm sorry. I will leave it to Mr. Rodhart to discuss with you." Before he finished speaking, he had turned and left the bedroom run away.

Looking at the back of the cardinal going away quickly, everyone was a little dazed. It was Rod Hart who returned to normal first. He first waved to the priest who was still standing here and said, "Okay, you have nothing to do here, get out."

But the priest didn't move. Instead, he stood still and watched the cardinal's back disappear. Then he said slowly: "But this villain also brought good medicine to treat Her Majesty the Queen. My lords, can I use it for Her Majesty the Queen?"

The figure of the cardinal was like thunder and flitting like fire, and his speed was faster than that of a galloping horse, and he arrived at the gate of the palace in just a few breaths.

There is also fire and thunder in his heart now, and it is still an extremely violent fire and thunder. He knew very well how important the thing buried in the dungeon was, if it was really obtained by that person. The consequences would be absolutely unimaginable. He always thought that that person didn't know, even if he knew, he wouldn't dare to touch it, and he didn't have the right to touch that thing, but how did he know that his carelessness for a while gave him such a chance.

What kind of power struggle, conspiracy and trickery Wang Baxiongtu is completely dispensable puppet show in comparison with the series of things related to that thing. So as soon as he heard the news, he should immediately concentrate all his thoughts and energy on it, leaving Rod Hart and those ministers who were about to fall into his grasp and ran away. Although the opinion of things is gone, there may be some clues in the mouth of the great priest Ryan. No matter how small the opportunity, no matter how slight the possibility is, he can't let it go, and try his best to save even the slightest possibility.

As soon as he rushed out of the gate of the palace, he grabbed a guard's horse and galloped towards the Academy of Magic. The horsewhip in his hand whipped crazily, while the white magic that healed and restored stamina was continuously fed in. The horse galloped along the avenue of the royal capital with a mournful sound all the way and at a speed as far as usual.

"What? Do you have medicine that can cure Her Majesty the Queen?" Everyone was shocked, and the expressions on the faces of the ministers were all ecstatic. Only Rod Hart was taken aback, and then his eyes, which had been flat and not showing any dew, suddenly lit up.

"Yes. This is the good medicine left by Bishop Ronis, and it will definitely heal Her Majesty the Queen."

"Why don't you give it to Her Majesty the Queen soon?" The old Marquis of Minsk was so excited that his voice and expression trembled.

"Yes." The pastor bowed and nodded, and stepped forward.

"Wait, stop." A loud shout burst from Rod Hart's mouth.

The ministers looked at Rod Hart in amazement. He already had his sword in his hand, pointed at the priest and said sharply: "Who sent you here? You are not from the Academy of Magic, and even Priest Ryan doesn't know what happened to Her Majesty the Queen. How could it be possible for you to send me something?" Medicine?"

All the ministers were startled. They didn't expect that the high priest didn't know about this matter, and he wouldn't suspect the priest's identity at all.

The light in Rod Hart's eyes was brighter and sharper than the light of the sword in his hand, sweeping up and down the priest's body. If it weren't for the fact that the priest's figure was so different from that man's, he would almost have thought that this was the man they had been worrying about.

The priest's figure is not tall or even a little thin, and his movements are indeed ordinary people without any abnormalities. Even Bishop Jiawei did not notice the slightest abnormality. His face is also a very plain face. It belongs to the kind of ordinary priest who can't be more ordinary if he is thrown in the magic academy and disappears.

The ministers also looked at the priest with various puzzled eyes. Among them, the prime minister has the strangest vision.

This ordinary priest didn't seem the slightest bit afraid of the long sword in front of him. He still said flatly: "The Great Priest Ryan really doesn't know, but Bishop Ronis does. That's why he has left the medicine to treat Her Majesty the Queen. It can be used when necessary."

Rod Hart yelled at the swordsmen of the Paladins far outside the hall: "Send a team to the Academy of Magic to recover Lord Bishop Jawi." He had already noticed some abnormalities, and turned his head to look The pastor said sharply, "Nonsense. If Bishop Ronnies really knew about it, why didn't he treat Her Majesty the Queen early. Who asked you to spread false information to distract Bishop Jiawei?"

The pastor looked at Rod Hart, and said slowly and calmly: "That's because Bishop Ronnies wasn't completely sure before, and he didn't expect that Her Majesty the Queen would be used and hijacked by others... In fact, It doesn’t matter if you’re not talking nonsense, the most important thing is to make Her Majesty the Empress feel better, don’t you think so?”

The veins in Rod Hart's hands twitched. He almost wanted to step forward and cut off the priest's feet with a sword first, and then asked slowly, but based on those words, he could be sure that the priest was at least one of that person's gang. But no matter how he looks at this person, he seems to be powerless. But out of an intuition. He dared not make a move.

No matter how ordinary a person looks on the outside. inconspicuous. But to be able to maintain such indifference and calmness under such circumstances is definitely something extraordinary.

There was no expression in the pastor's indifferent eyes, but it gave Rod Hart a strange chill. He looked at the ministers around him and said: "If you don't believe me, you can let me try it and you will know. The good medicine left by Bishop Ronnies will definitely relieve your worries."

"Okay, take out any medicine you have." The old Marquis of Minsk waved his hand impatiently. In their eyes, even if the pastor's identity is a bit suspicious, it doesn't matter if he has some intentions. After all, this is an environment surrounded by the Paladins, and it seems that nothing can be done. But if it can really cure Her Majesty the Queen. Naturally, even a one percent chance cannot be given up.

"Yes. But this medicine must be given to Her Majesty the Queen myself to be effective." The priest replied, walking straight to the Queen on the bed.

"Wait"" Rod Hart stepped forward, the long sword was only three feet away from the priest's chest. "This person's identity is suspicious, and he must not be allowed to approach His Majesty at will. Maybe he is a spy sent by the mastermind." He raised his voice and shouted. "Come here. Take this person down..."

"Let him try. Anyway, His Majesty is already like this." A voice stopped, it was the prime minister.

"No, this person's identity is unknown..." Rod Hart wanted to say more, but at this moment he found that the priest's footsteps did not stop, but continued to walk towards Her Majesty the Queen on the bed. In the end, he didn't care about the sword pointed at him by Rod Hart at all.

The swordsman who heard Rod Hart's voice was still dozens of meters away from the temple gate. No matter how wrong it feels. At this time, it is impossible not to make a move. With a flick of Rod Hart's wrist, the sword in his hand turned into a white light toward the priest's chest.

This is absolutely impeccable sword. From complete stillness to lightning-like movement, it is so natural that it seems that movement is stillness and movement. There is no sharp and sharp sword energy, but just the spirit and meaning contained in this sword is definitely more lethal than ten swords that are as fast as thunder and murderous.

"Okay." General Thomas couldn't help but sighed. He had to admit that the disciple of Captain Roland did not make a mistake. It's just that raising one's hand and raising a sword may have been unparalleled in the entire capital except Roland himself.

But with the end of the word 'good', the aftertaste of the tone has already changed in the general's throat. Because what he saw was Rod Hart who stabbed out this exquisite sword, staggering back.

The ordinary priest who did not seem to be anything special just raised his hand, swished it, and pushed the other hand forward. The leader's sword flicked away, and then pushed him away.

To be precise, he didn't push it away, but Rod Hart dodged it himself. Although the priest's movements did look casual, natural and ordinary, the white vindictive light on the outstretched hand already showed that this was indeed not an ordinary movement, nor was he an ordinary person.

The man's actions look ordinary. That's because he was more natural and natural than Rod Hart's sword. The fingers full of vindictiveness completely neutralized the attack on Rod Hart's sword, the sword force, and pushed the sword peak away completely. At the same time, the other hand pushed Rod Hart's chest, Rod Hart Te stepped back.

Rod Hart was not really pushed back by that person, but was forced to back up. If the hand that was shining with white dou qi was pushed firmly on the chest, it might be no different from being stabbed by a sword, so he had to retreat, and hastily withdrew all the power sent forward by the stage. Falling backwards, he barely stood still.

What was more vibrating than his body was Rod Hart's expression. It was not just because of this fight that he had already made a judgment, but because he saw that the priest was forcing him back and at the same time, a kind of body was going on in his body. Weird change. The slightly short body was getting taller and bigger, and he could almost hear the muscles deforming and bones recombining in this person's body, and the outline of the body completely changed.

Although the face still looks ordinary, Rod Hart has already recognized who this person is from the changed body shape and movements. His expression has been distorted, and his voice has completely changed. : "Is that you?"

The man ignored him and turned to continue striding towards Her Majesty's bed.

"Stop him~IndoMTL.com~ He is the murderer behind the scenes, the murderer who assassinated Lord Ronnies." Rod Hart shouted hoarsely, he drew his sword, stood up again, and charged forward.

The expressions of all the people who heard his words were distorted by the same horror as him, except for the Prime Minister. Instead, she took a step forward and held back the old Marquis of Minsk and General Thomas who were about to rush forward.

Rod Hart's sword this time was a hundred times more violent than the sudden attack just now, and he almost bet himself into this sword.

That person still made a move, and the white vindictive light was also stronger than before. Only this time he was no longer a whisk, but a pick-up.

No one can tell whether the torrent-like violent sword rushed into that hand, or whether that hand grabbed the sword that was erupting like a torrent, only to see the sword light start, and then blood splashed from the hand out.

But more blood spurted from Rod Hart's mouth. He had no way to hide under this full-strength sword, and the other hand of this man clenched into a fist on his chest. Everyone could hear the strange tone of the sharp twisting sound of the steel armor's dent and the crisp sound of bones breaking. Then I saw Rod Hart flying back upside down, with a big cloud of blood spurting out of his mouth.