Soul of Negary - 480. Chapter 473

“People of any status must travel once a week.” Kattob stood outside the sacred cathedral, staring at the building that worships the god Aldridge.

According to the regulations of the New Roas Kingdom, every citizen of the New Roas Kingdom must go to the church to pray at least once a week. Even if it is inconvenient to move, he needs to carry idols for simple prayers.

Whether you really believe in Aldridge or not, this is written in the regulations of the Kingdom of New Roas. There are few nobles, but they must go, otherwise the local council will impeach you, and the noble citizens will be thrown away. You are afraid of fines and fines.

There is a saying in the Kingdom of New Roas, there are only two things you can’t escape in this country, death at the end of your life and praying to your Majesty Aldridge.

Therefore, no matter what, people will take time to go to the holy church to pray, and if they have free time, they will even go several times, as if to show how much they respect Aldridge.

Even the nobles are no exception. Despite how pious they are, they have to do superficial work. In the church, those fighters’ bodyguards are not easy to defend personally, especially when they are praying.

“This is the time when they are most vigilant and relaxed, because no one would act so boldly when the other person prayed, the people in the church would be crazy.” Thinking of the faces of the people in the church, Katobu sneered. , That group of guys is also one of the reasons for the ruin of the Yugus family.

The nobles must maintain their dignity. I don’t know when, an unspoken rule appears between the nobles and the church, that is, when the nobles go to the church to pray, the tribute must not be too shabby.

It’s not too much, and the civilians can take it out, but think about the frequency, once a week, it is difficult for those shabby little nobles to pay for the decent operation of the family. They have to pay protection fees to the church every once in a while. This is also one thing. The pen is heavily burdened.

“What I want to do is, never take a picture of the fighter from the front.” Kabuto is already on the verge of madness, but his madness is calm. He deeply understands that if you don’t take risks, then the Ugus family is definitely over.

So his madness is the madness of doing everything.

Negri sits at the top of the church, watching the farce below.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, Katuob’s success rate is about 50-50%.

As if seeing something, Negri stretched out his hand to grab the void and pulled a butterfly into his hand.

“My lord, are you interfering with their future?” Lanshan was wearing a long skirt, sitting sideways next to Negri, holding a parasol in her hand, helping Negri to block the sun, although a little sunlight is not for Negri now. It won’t have any influence at all, but Shan Shan is doing it this way.

“No, I just made things interesting.” Negri replied: “Judging from the available information, in three minutes, a clergyman will be attracted by this butterfly and see Katuobu’s The arrangement caused him to lose everything.”

“That would be too boring, the gap between the two sides is too big, and the disadvantaged teenager needs a little more opportunity.” Negri said casually, but what his real purpose is, then only he knows.

As Negri was promoted to the road level, even if it was only a part of him, it became more and more difficult for Lan Shan and others to understand.

In the unknown place, the endless golden luster shines, something seems to be changing in the flame world, and then it affects the change of the world, and some things are also covered.

“This kind of feeling of being a history is also unique.” Negri knows that the other party’s goals, ghost rituals, and ritual blades are all things he left behind. After the evolution of time, these things have become these things. The legend in the population, and affects generation after generation.

The butterfly stopped in his hand, spreading its wings again, and its trajectory flowed into Negri’s eyes, gradually becoming the established trajectory. Everything about this butterfly was controlled by Negri.

Katowb wore a priest’s uniform holding a box and walked to one side. Those priests of sufficient rank were busy collecting “tributes.” As long as he was bold and careful, it was no problem to pretend to be a priest in the church.

And people always lack vigilance towards pastors in churches.

Without bodyguards, Katuobu succeeded unexpectedly. He knocked Pali, the son of the lord Duran, into a small wooden box, like an ordinary priest carrying tributes, and took most of his face. Under the box, some pastors who passed by did not even doubt Katuob.

As long as he is not too lucky to meet a manager who knows all the pastors, he is unlikely to show up.

On the other side, an elderly priest wearing a gorgeous costume passed by, glanced at it, and found no abnormalities, and walked directly, after which Kabuto passed it over with the box in his arms.

Gradually walking to a remote corner, Katuob threw the small wooden box directly into the sewer.

The sewer opening is not big, but the small wooden box is just right, and the little Pali curled up just enough to fit it in.

“Next, just find a chance to go out quickly and go to the sewer exit to find the other party.” Katowb said in his heart, quickly heading to the front of the church, and at the same time looking for a chance to wear the priest’s clothes in reverse, it became a set of barely improvised. Noble costumes.

“Where’s Parry?” On the other side, Duran and the bishop of the church were communicating. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, searching for the people around him, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

After accusing the bishop, Duran hurriedly searched, but couldn’t find his son. The momentum on his body began to gather, stabilized his panic, and quickly found the bishop to explain the situation.

Although the church has a superb status, it is unwilling to offend the lord of the city, and hastily dispatched a pastor to look for it, and at the same time temporarily blocked the church door.

Watching the priest close the door of the church, Katuob’s face remained unchanged. Even if he was dilapidated, he was still a nobleman. It was impossible to search his body directly, unless the other party wanted to offend all nobles. This was the rule of nobles’ glory.

But then when he thought of something, his gaze changed. He was fine, but Parry, packed in a small wooden box, will be fine for a short time as the sewage floats, but over time, who knows what will happen.

Looking at the anxious Duran, Kattob thought about these things, and finally closed his eyes and his expression became plain.

It was not until the evening that the search for the fruitless church was reopened. Kattob walked out of the church complaining, acting like a little nobleman who was accidentally involved in the incident.

After getting out of sight and confirming his safety, Katuobu ran towards the sewer inside.

After holding the torch and searching, Katob finally found the small wooden box stuck in the corner in a certain section of the sewer.

The box was extremely quiet, Katowb opened it, and under the stirring flames, there was a small but cold corpse. It seemed that it was due to lack of oxygen, and the skin was a little blue.

“You blame yourself, City Lord Duran, you stopped me.” Katuob closed his eyes, said softly, and covered the box again. Even if the hostage died, he would achieve his goal. .