Chapter 130 Bad Taste
At this moment, in a corridor inside the castle. Paladin, who had declined the meeting in the conference room for various reasons, was hiding in front of the door of Archbishop Salil's room, peeking at the Templar Macedonia who was busy at work in the crack in the door. After seeing the scene inside with his own eyes, Paladin suddenly showed a strange and chilling smile. It was as if there was something about everything inside that aroused his great interest.
It's hard to believe that this archbishop is usually magnanimous and willing to help the weak. He actually likes this kind of thing secretly! In this room decorated with various patterns and gorgeous cloths, on the bed covered with fine velvet and red raw silk, there was a girl who looked to be no more than fifteen years old and with a very thin body. Lying there motionless! Paladin's eyes narrowed. He could clearly see that this girl's body was just developing and she looked very petite.
And under the long, smooth brown hair, there is a cute and adorable face. If you look closely, you will see that the girl's eyes are wide open and her mouth is open and bleeding. The originally red bed was dyed even more dazzling and bright red. The body covered with scars and bruises exuded the same lavender color, and the muscles of the body were abnormally tight. In view of this, Paladin relied on his experience in healing people for a long time and concluded that the girl had been dead for at least six hours.
What is particularly noteworthy is that the girl's lower body was bleeding red, as if it had been torn apart by something sharp and hard. Thinking about how excited the archbishop was when he learned about Macedonia's report last night, Paladin couldn't guess what Salil did to this girl last night? Looking at Macedonia in the room, he calmly took out his gloves and used a special potion to clean the blood on the floor and bed very skillfully. Not only does Paladin have no feeling of hatred, he also has no compassion. Because according to him, the little girl's innocent death had nothing to do with him. Instead, I learned about my boss’s preferences. You can do whatever you like. It is something that should be happy and joyful.
At this moment, Macedonia in the room just quietly rolled up the blood-stained cloth in his hand. Then he glanced at the little girl who was caught by him late at night, innocently suffered a night of toying and humiliation, and then died tragically. Look at the girl's big eyes containing despair, and the tears remaining in the corners of her eyes. He suddenly sighed with emotion.
He was originally an orphan, kidnapped from a young age. Once again, he was caught stealing by a shop owner and accidentally killed someone. Being wanted, he desperately fled into the church of Salil, the then bishop of the diocese. I got help from this kind and kind priest. Not only did he clear his name, he also changed his name and hired someone to teach him martial arts and fighting. Then he sent himself to take the exam and became an expatriate Templar. From a humble thief, he rose to become a Templar with status.
Macedonia is very grateful to Salil for his selfless care and cultivation. Having been without parents since he was a child, he regards Saril as his own parent. No matter what request Salil made, he would carry it out without hesitation. Even though many of these tasks are contrary to conscience and morality. But in order to repay Salil who gave him a good life, Macedonia didn't care so much.
But after so many years, Macedonia is now a middle-aged man. He has no family, no wife or children, but every time he sends an innocent girl into Saril's hands. He could feel his heart wrenching as he listened to the desolate and desperate screams coming from the house every night. Yes, as he grew older, he began to realize that Salil, whom he had loved for half his life, was not as tall and kind as he thought. He himself, while doing the dirty things for Saril, endured the inner torture at the same time. In agony, he even decided to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Salil. Advise him to give up something so impure and evil.
Sighing again, Macedonia stopped thinking. He took one last look at the girl who died in vain, took out a large sack from his backpack and spread it out. He very gently picked up the body of the thin girl and put it gently into the sack, as if he was coaxing his daughter to sleep. At this moment, Paladin, who was watching all this, smiled even more weirdly. Suddenly, he gently pushed open the wooden door, straightened up and leaned against the door. His eyes flashed with a trembling light like a demon in the abyss, and he lightly curled his lips: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..."
As soon as he heard this voice, Macedonia, who was squatting down, suddenly opened his eyes. He quickly took out the two daggers from his waist without looking at them. He turned around and threw the two daggers with a flick of his hand. out! Not to mention that, Macedon kept moving his hands, and immediately stood up with the force of twisting his waist, and drew out the sword as smoothly as clouds and flowing water. He raised his head, looked at the dark figure leaning against the door, and rushed to chop this ungrateful person to death on the spot!
Soon enough, Paladin, who was leaning by the door, saw two daggers flying towards him with a violent sound of breaking through the air. Disdain flashed in his eyes, and he tilted his head slightly. The two daggers It slammed into Paladin's side. Seems so at ease! brush! Suddenly there was a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, and Macedonia rushed forward with vigorous steps, and took Paladin's throat with a sword! But Paladin frowned slightly. Although he was a nominal subordinate, having a guard attack him was really not something to be happy about.
Paladin quickly raised his hand and grasped the thrusting sword with great accuracy! The Macedonia that rushed over was immediately forced to stop! The shock in his eyes fully showed his disbelief. Because he saw an ordinary hand holding his sword with all his strength, and the huge force in the palm prevented him from even moving forward half an inch! It's as if what's in front of you is not a person, but a wall, a very huge wall!
"It's time to stop. If you push further, don't blame me for removing your limbs." Such a familiar voice conveyed with boredom, when Macedonia saw clearly that the person in front of him was Paladin. The shock that came over him at that moment scared him so much that he let go of the hand holding the sword, stepped back in a daze, pointed at Paladin's disdainful face, and opened his mouth, unable to say a word.
But Paladin had no time to pay attention to this idiot. He just glanced at the girl's body in the sack, and suddenly showed a joking smile and said: "I can't believe that the noble Templar would do such a thing. Does our respected Archbishop Salil like this tone very much? Then don’t you help him deal with the aftermath every time?”
Macedonia, who quickly calmed down from shock, took a deep look at Paladin, then suddenly stepped forward and crossed him, closing the door firmly with one hand.
Then he turned around and walked to the sack, squatted down, tied the sack tightly, and carried it on his body. Paladin on the side walked to the chair with carved lace and fine fabrics and sat down on his own. He looked at Macedonia who was carrying the body leisurely and said: "Where to throw it? Cemetery? Jungle? Or basement? None of these. Insurance, my dear Mr. Samurai Macedonia. Personally, I suggest you either feed it to the pigs that eat everything, or chop it into pieces so that you can’t see the shape, and just take it to the kitchen to roast the meat for those chefs. But remember You can't eat in the fortress tonight!" Paladin made a rare joke. But the joke is only limited to the last sentence, the previous ones are all true thoughts.
"You are a beast! A beast wearing a god's robe!" Macedonia, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly stopped, his face filled with anger that he had never seen before, and he scolded the very leisurely Paladin. However, Paladin did not feel any strange. He just stood up and said: "The Archbishop has this hobby... As a subordinate, I naturally have to think about it. After all, the Archbishop is responsible for teaching believers faith, kindness and tolerance. Here is the savior." "You are a villain."
Macedonia turned around and said with great disdain. But in exchange, Paladin smiled sarcastically: "I am a beast and a villain, what about you? What about the Archbishop? You listen to other people's orders and send innocent people into the arms of despair. Hahaha, poor Macedonia. , you are not nobler than me, on the contrary, you and I are just the same thing."