87_87643Even though the filthy Parkman had returned to his private bedroom in the secret chapel, his legs were still trembling, and he couldn't even take off the boots that had almost turned into a miniature mud pool on his feet—he was like a torn sock out of a dung pit.

The secret church of the Church of Shirek is located in the northeastern part of the port district - of course, it is almost impossible for outsiders to find a way to this church through the jumble of buildings, and it would have to be even broken down the walls of some houses to find the entrance to the dark alley. As one of the first secret churches operated by the Church of Ciric in Deepstreamer, under the long-term secret construction and transformation, it has completely become a beehive-like labyrinth, and the residents of Deepstream City and taverns and inns and other places wrapped in the periphery have become the best cover, most of them have nothing to do with the Church of Ciric at all, and they will never know that behind the mottled walls or under the rudimentary floors of their homes, there may be secret passages or dark rooms, forming a cobweb-like nest that is unknowingly intertwined in the vulgar buildings of the port area。

So although Parkman hid all night to avoid being tracked, he had to return here in the end to be a little more relieved. He had climbed out of a dense well that led to an underground waterway, a journey that was not only suspicious, but also protected by a multitude of elaborate traps. This path is not actually commonly used as an emergency entrance, and it is thankful that it has not been sealed, after all, the monsters and other unknown dangers stored in the vast and deep underground world of Deep Flow City are much more difficult to deal with than the paladins and guards on the surface-but Parkman can't help it, he even thought. Even if you go down to the bottomless abyss, you may not be able to encounter a more dangerous situation than tonight.

Anger at the red-robed mage for eating and swallowing a large sum of money was now only a small part of Parkman's thoughts, and more of it was visceral fear. Morel's overwhelming spell attack in the Cat's Paw Tavern and the strangely murderous mowing beast she brought with her were secondary, and the sniper in the underground waterways who couldn't see anything at all made Parkman tremble. It's not that he hasn't killed anyone, it's not that he's never been in a life-or-death crisis, but he'll never forget the feeling of last night for the rest of his life—how close was irresistible death to him?

His last impression was that Moriel's scarlet warriors were chasing after him, engaged in a fierce battle with the invisible Grim Reaper. He didn't know who would win, he ran so hard that he didn't dare to look back. Otherwise, with such a formidable opponent, the Church of Shirek would probably be ruined for many years in Deep Streams.

He struggled to unbuckle his collar. In the past, the skillful hands that could grab ten pearls in the churning boiling water without being injured trembled, as if they were half paralyzed. Psychological fatigue and pressure make him just want to clean himself up now, and then sleep with his head covered, and let it fall into ......

The brass bell rang on the wall. This is an effect that can only be activated by correctly stepping on the hidden mechanism in the hallway, proving that it is indeed your own person outside.

Parkman opened the door with some exasperation, and then his eyes shrank - outside the door was not under his heart, but a stout, tall, black-robed priest with a rather bewitching expression. Magical chains hung from his wide cowhide belt. On his chest was the size of a heart goggle, and it was a pendant burning with a Sirik rune.

He looked at Parkman, who was covered in dirt, with a smirk, and unabashedly gloating: "It seems that you suffered a lot of sins last night." ”

"Your Excellency Blackhorn, be careful with your words. You came here early in the morning to laugh at me?" Parkman lowered his voice.

Although the pastor in front of him is a ruthless character, he has not reached Cheng Dù who made Parkman bow his head. In the Church of Ciric, where all the people with a modicum of strength were dissatisfied with each other, Parkman was strong enough to face any provocation from within the church—at least in Deep Flow.

"Ho-ho-ho...... Don't be angry. The black horn touched his hairless chin with a deep groove in the middle, like an ass ball. A strange laugh that might only be made by an emasculated man, both in voice and in motion, Parkman felt like throwing up: "Actually, I'm here to inform you that the young man wants to see you...... In the central hall. I think. Maybe it's about the magical drug deal you're responsible for. I'd better change into a clean outfit, the new guy cares about a neat appearance!"

Damn! Parkman slammed the door and walked around the room in a fit of rage like a beast trapped in a cage. When did a hairy boy who had only been a few days old join the church be able to call him out? Did he sell his ass to that pervert in Black Horn? If he hadn't provoked the female red-robed mage, how could his business be ruined!

Parkman violently tore at his shirt to take it off, but stopped halfway through. What's wrong with going to see that kid like this! Lao Tzu was born and died like this for the sake of the Shirek church! I want to wear this dress to meet you. Let me show you how much I have paid and sacrificed for the church! Don't try to take advantage of this incident to break me! Without me Parkman, the church's network of connections and intelligence in Deep River City would be paralyzed by at least half!

Parkman's grim face turned around the hallway, ignoring the surprised stares of the low-level cultists along the way.

Reaching out to draw Ciric's skull rune on the runestone, he entered the central hall of the church through the slowly opening stone door. There were already a few people here, all high-ranking members of the Shirek Church in Deep Streams, including Pastor Blackhorn.

Their gaze made Parkman angry - want to see my joke?

There are no long conference tables that indicate status, no comfortable chairs, not even the most basic furnishings. The four walls of the ceiling floor are all painted black, which is depressing

There is a large circular pool, and in the pool is a strange Burning Rick rune, symbolizing that this is a holy place for the dark sun. It also gives the whole room a gloomy lighting effect.

The people who can stand here don't care about each other's identities, they all have a certain strength to stand out in the chaotic church of Ciric, and then it will only be up to them to see whose lies are more deceitful, whose murders are more rapid, and whose living continue to have a place here, and the dead will naturally have no identity - of course, this qiē will ultimately go to Ciric, and if their moody god suddenly favors or angers someone, then his own efforts are insignificant.

Seeing Parkman, who was a filthy wolf. Everyone's expressions were sarcastic and mocking. It seems that the news of Parkman's deal with the red-robed mage has failed, and everyone is waiting to see the joke, and that solidarity and fraternity are not the traditional virtues of the Cirics. But Parkman doesn't care about them, he understands that his attitude is definitely the same as theirs. He walked straight towards a man in black standing on the edge of the pool, who was staring at the glowing Dark Sun Skull mark floating on the surface of the water with his hands behind his back, as if it had merged with the purple glow of the Shirek rune.

"Your Excellency O'Sullivan, I just came back from outside...... You saw it too. I had a night that was anything but easy. Parkman's expression was a bit nonchalant, "If you'd like to ask about that damn magical drug deal, I'll have a full report for you and you later." ”

O'Sullivan looked back. He pulled a white handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his nose and mouth, making no secret of his disgust at Parkman's filthy appearance, and looked at him like a nobleman looking at a man who asked for food: "Oh, I don't think I need it later. Let's talk about it now, so that you don't forget too many details, so that I and you can have an intuitive understanding. ”

"Hmph. Parkman uttered a contemptuous nasal voice: "Forget it, last night's loss almost bankrupted me! And make me what I am now!"

"Mr. Parkman. A cultist with a mask on his face and a somewhat fat figure spoke, not knowing if it was because of the mask or for what reason. It sounded like "It's not all your money. Other than that...... As far as I know, the red-robed mages, though cold and cunning, have always been trustworthy merchants. Why would they do that?"

"Why?" Parkman gave him a cold look, then turned his gaze back to O'Sullivan.

"Because the man who came to trade is called Moriel!" Parkman said in a heavy tone, he calculated. Today, we must not be at the mercy of O'Sullivan and these people, and we must not give up an inch to gain the upper hand: "Your Excellency O'Sullivan, I don't know when I was in the Southern Empire Argus. What are your grudges with her...... But last night, she asked me to see you. If it weren't for that, I don't think things would have gotten this bad. ”

O'Sullivan's dark eyes flashed. He still covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and the white silk handkerchief swelled slightly with his words: "I warned everyone to be on high alert of this woman - she, especially the Iron Samurai around her, is extremely dangerous. Mr. Parkman, I don't think I missed a sue for you. ”

Parkman waved his hand violently, regardless of whether the smudge on his sleeve would fly to O'Sullivan.

"How do I know? I haven't seen her again! Lord O'Sullivan, if it's a personal grudge between you and her, I think you'd better settle it with her privately. You weren't inspired by the glory of the eternal darkness when you were in Argus, were you......?"

"Mr. Parkman, that red-robed female mage named Moriel didn't get along with Lord O'Sullivan because of personal vendettas. "She's trying to hinder the will of the Eternal Darkday!" I want to spend the night in the sewers, don't you know? Last night, the paladin lackeys of Amun-la and the guards of Deep-Flowing City joined forces to attack us in the port area, causing heavy losses to the followers of the Dark Sun in the port area...... And that Moriel obediently followed the paladin, what does that mean?"

"Besieging us?" Parkman was really surprised, he really didn't expect the officials of Deep Stream to be so determined to carry out such a big operation. This is not good news, especially since the cultists and forces under his control have almost surfaced because they have to rely on the expansion of drug networks to control the underground society in the port area, so it is self-evident who will suffer the most losses in this crackdown.

"I said I shouldn't be so impatient!" Parkman glanced at everyone viciously: "There will be today's trouble, it is all caused by quick success!"

He pointed the finger at O'Sullivan: "What do you say to control every little hooligan in Deep Stream City, so that our ears and eyes are all over the city." This is simply unrealistic! Such an open act will only cause problems for the church! Only gradual progress is the best policy. With our strength, as long as a little girl is in Deep Stream City, it won't be in our pocket sooner or later?"

O'Sullivan's eyes were like two black holes - there was no expression at all in them.

"Mr. Parkman. Do you mean that the oracle of our Lord can be delayed, and that it does not need to be carried out with great urgency?"

This sentence hit Parkman like a heavy hammer, making him a little dazed. He unconsciously took two steps back and raised his hands in surprise: "How can you speak like that, Your Excellency O'Sullivan? I have served the Eternal Dark Sun in Deep Flow City for more than ten years...... No one can doubt my loyalty to Ciric!"

To be accused by O'Sullivan of not serving Ciric wholeheartedly is tantamount to pushing Parkman to the edge of the cliff - a step back, and there is no other way to die.

He made a gesture with some emotion: "In front of the holy emblem of my Lord." You say, "Haven't I spared no effort to attract believers in Deep Stream City over the years?" Have I not let the voice of the church grow louder and louder in the underground society of the port area?

Do you have a considerable amount of wealth to give to the church every year?!"

"I'm just building yìWe should be cautious! Deep Stream City is the largest port city in the north, and we must be careful in everything we do here! The current situation is caused by our rude recklessness and eagerness for quick success! If we continue like this, it will be very difficult for us to even gain a foothold in Deep Stream City, so how can we carry out the will of our lord Ciric?"

"Mr. Parkman, you and Your Excellency O'Sullivan disagree on how to do things, and I think we can discuss them later. The masked man rested his hands folded on his slightly bulging belly. From the tone of his voice and his gestures, it can be seen that he has always been pampered: "The problem now is that due to your mistake yesterday, our losses are very heavy. In order to prepare for this magical drug trade, the Deepstream Church has drained almost all of its working capital...... How are you going to make up for this?"

Parkman let out a shrill sneer.

"Make it up?" he looked at the masked man viciously: "Why should I make amends? It's not my idea to quickly control the underground society with the help of drugs! If something happens, put all the blame on me alone? Now I think this method can't work? Okay, you can run for the Lord of Deep Stream! Post notices all over the city to find that girl!"

Parkman suddenly remembered something, and pulled it out of his arms, and pulled out a beautiful gold coin that shone white between his thumb and forefinger: "This is what was left of yesterday!

He threw the gold coin at the masked man—a flash in front of him. O'Sullivan intercepted the gold coin halfway. Parkman was an Assassin himself, but he didn't see how O'Sullivan moved.

"Hehe, it looks like it's going to be confiscated. Parkman said with a dry laugh.

O'Sullivan carefully examined the beautiful gold coin. It was lying on a white silk handkerchief, which seemed to add a lot of color to the handkerchief. His eyes darkened more and more, and his appearance could not be reflected on the shining gold coins.

"Mr. Parkman. Finally, O'Sullivan sighed.

"You almost exposed us all in broad daylight. The humiliating failure is forgivable...... But it would be foolish for you to act as a pawn and bait for your enemies. ”

"What? What nonsense?" Parkman was furious.

"This coin has tracking magic attached to it. "The slightest stain on the gold coin has been wiped clean with a handkerchief. More flawless: "I can't imagine it...... Morriel's sorcery has improved again. ”

O'Sullivan casually threw the gold coin into the pool. It made a small splash and sank silently, looking like a mole on a skull's face: "Everyone, let's get out of here as much as possible." I'm sure the red-robed mage and her army will come at any moment. And you, Mr. Parkman...... What else did I do if I didn't clear Morriel. I'm sorry, but I don't want to risk it. ”

"Shut up, you're not a mage, how do you know—" Parkman was still arguing, but his feet had begun to fly back - but he had just started and suddenly froze.

He stared straight at O'Sullivan, and a bloody hole the thickness of a little finger appeared in the center of his eyebrows. Parkman then shook and fell to the top of the sky in the pool behind him, splashing out a large pool of water. Even the Sirik rune fluttered slightly.

"Unfortunately, I know at least more than you do. At some point, a delicate crossbow appeared in O'Sullivan's hand, and after shooting Parkman, the crossbow string slowly pulled apart by itself, and at the same time, a small crossbow arrow appeared out of thin air on the smoothbore.

The hall was silent—and Parkman, who could call the wind and rain in the Dark Sun Church in Deep Waterfall, died?

"Ho-ho-ho...... Everyone's heard, right?, please do your best to transfer, the new headquarters will do your best to notify everyone!" The blackhorn monster smiled and waved his hand, no matter who he was in life, he was dead or dead.

The Cirics took action—but O'Sullivan just looked at Parkman in the pool, was silent for a moment, and then threw his handkerchief into the pool. The handkerchief, soaked in the water, stretched out to cover Parkman's face, somewhat distorted by anger and horror.

In the evening, this neighborhood where the secret church of Ciric is hidden is indeed ushered in a large group of people.

Morriel, who had just finished his hearing, was dressed in full armor and looked as if he had returned to the battlefield of the Sleeping Forest. The red protective cloak was swam with magical runes that could withstand the damage of knives and arrows for a considerable distance, the sharp dagger in the scabbard was tied to the slender thighs with a leather strap that was almost impossible to use, and the enchanted belt hung three or four wands of different purposes, some spewing deadly rays and some evoking the undead. Some will charm and control the enemy......

This has nothing to do with the upcoming situation, it is just a gesture of proof.

Milia stood behind her. If there is anything unfavorable to the red-robed mage made by the lord's hearing, then there is only the article "In the short term, the large-scale business and other actions of the red-robed mage in Deep Flowing City will be supervised by two or three observers as appropriate, and the observers shall not interfere with or leak any activities within the scope of the red-robed mage's internal affairs and the law".

"Don't touch that line! Can't you see that there must be a spell trap attached to it? dodge it, hands are clumsier than feet!" Chloe mercilessly kicked the thief crouching in front of him as he was disarming the trap, the red-haired swordsman had never had much patience with stupid and stupid men - she was a wandering swordsman who had just arrived in Deep Waterhoard to be appointed as an observer at the hearing. To Moriel's surprise.

Out of the sword, close the sword, as fast as a streamer.

"Alright!" Seven or eight sword marks intertwined appeared on the walls and ground of the dark alley in an instant. The trap hidden in it has been completely destroyed - Chloe looks back at the two beauties: "Tongguò should be here here, right?"

Morrill nodded. But she didn't have much hope, and the gold coin was surrounded by nothing but some kind of if

, a very uncomfortable breath of power like a madman's sneer, and the search in which the tentacles of her mind expanded to reach into the corners of this vast secret lair did not find much of value.

Confusion. Evil. Miriah frowned, and after Morriel had opened a gap in the protective barrier that shrouded the church of Sherik, she keenly felt the overflowing darkness of the Darksun Altar.

"Then hurry up and get here. "Forty-seven passed by the pathfinder thief, who was a little overwhelmed. Striding forward: "Drilling in and out of the ground all day long...... We're not filming rat stories!"

He hadn't gone far before a black beam of energy flew out of the depths of the alley like a bolt of arrow, hitting Forty-Seven in the chest. The people behind him could see that waves of energy as dark as water ripples burst out from his body, and the cold and deadly negative energy tore and shook from the inside out, making even Morriel and the others feel as if a cold wind from hell was blowing in their faces, enough to tear their souls apart.

The victim who directly received the death ray turned his head and stared back at Chloe with a very vicious gaze: "Didn't you say 'okay'?"

However, by the time he saw the purple flame runes burning in the round pool and the fallen Parkman, Forty-Seven didn't mind being used as a minesweeper.

He walked half a circle around the pool, looking curious about the fuel and mechanism by which the purple flame was so alive in the water.

"Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, please tell me, who assassinated Kennedy?" he turned, walking with Captain Jack's pirate steps towards Morriel, whose eyes were beginning to become empty.

"Don't interfere with her spell casting. "Chloe is now a flower protector.

Morrill was distracted. Her spirit entered the distorted plane in some incredible way through the magic web. The vanished past was not so clear before her eyes, but it was still recognizable, Parkman, the Black Horn, the masked man, the other high-ranking cultists...... and O'Sullivan.

"At least one thing to confirm is that the top brass of the Shirek Church in Deep Stream City are still meeting here in the morning, including O'Sullivan. She finished the spell and looked around: "I didn't expect O'Sullivan to be able to find the magic on the gold coin...... We're a step late, they've already given it up. ”

Milia frowned: "This place should have been established for a long time...... I didn't expect that Ciric's followers had grown to such a scale. Thank you for bringing me, Miss Morrill. I think...... I think I should ask the pastor of the church to purify this place. ”

"Hmph. Forty-seven bared his teeth: "When I catch him, I will see if his urine is as luminous as this pool of water." ”

There was a small episode when leaving.

A few young girls who looked no more than a teenager were crying, biting, beating and scolding around a warrior of the Knights of the Morning Light - and the onlookers of the port area gathered around to fan the flames and laugh.

"What's going on?" Morrill was a little unhappy with this disrupting of the entire cordon.

"Hina prostitute. Nancy's complexion was much better, and with the removal of the magical power that Xinbu had injected into her, the other injuries were insignificant to the tough tattooed samurai. So Morrill brought her with him this time, as the commander of the military forces on the side of the red-robed mage.

Nancy looked over there coldly, and it seemed that she was also immersed in the pleasure of watching the paladin jokes: "Those fools in the iron shell drove away their customers during the search, and these imps naturally didn't get paid - how could they stop?"

"Go get rid of them. Morriel said coldly, "We still need to search the neighborhood." ”

"Wait a minute, I'll ......," Milia was about to stop, when one of the young prostitutes spotted her, picked up a stone and threw it at her. She hit it accurately, and the stone ran straight towards Miria's forehead, and Miria reflexively turned her head, dodging the girl's attack, but did not stop walking towards her.

Nancy took off her crossbow and snapped an arrow through the ankle of the girl who was about to burrow into the crowd and run away after throwing the stone.

The remaining prostitutes and onlookers quickly dispersed as the girls screamed and wept - tattooed samurai were not holy warriors, they had no rules of conduct, and killing people was as easy as killing chickens.

"What are you doing!" Milia snapped back and hurried to the girl who was crying and rolling on the ground with her legs in her arms.

The female swordsman sighed and said to Nancy, "If you were a man, I would beat you flat." ”

Nancy stared at her disdainfully, "Miss Morrill told me to get rid of them. ”

"Is life always so painful, or is it only in childhood?"

Moriel, who had a gloomy face, looked at Forty-Seven in surprise, he didn't expect him to ask such a ...... This kind of talk.

"Forever. Morrill replied.

Forty-Seven didn't expect Morrill to answer so cooperatively, he was just memorizing his lines. So he touched his chin and saw the girl being picked up by Milia, crying and hugging her, smearing his own blood on the paladin's clothes—and remembered, "He ruined my suit." ”。