Four carriages drove along.
Starting from the Simon Museum in the center of Peacock City, drive east along the Feather River. After crossing an arch bridge, turn south and drive out of the Peacock City gate.
After crossing the Weiling River through the long giant suspension bridge, they directly entered the main road in the suburbs, as if they were planning to go to the next city.
The four carriages were in a straight line and were not moving very fast.
When they were passing through a countryside, the horses pulling the cart suddenly stopped uncontrollably, as if frightened, and kicked their hooves and snorted in a very anxious manner.
The drivers were very surprised and confused, but no matter how they scolded or pulled the reins, the horses were unwilling to take even a step.
At this time, a group of more than a dozen people, both men and women, slowly walked out from the woods on both sides.
They were dressed like ordinary middle-class people, wearing formal hats and long skirts, which made them look like rich people going on a picnic, but their expressions were all the same indifferent.
"Gentlemen, how may I help you?"
The driver, who was sitting on top of the carriage, asked the people who gathered around him with a questioning look on his face.
But the group of strange men and women did not answer.
The middle-aged man in the lead stared at the second carriage and said with a faint smile:
"Mr. Tang Mann, I know you are in the carriage, why don't you come out and talk."
Both sides were silent for a few seconds.
The curtains of the second carriage were lifted from the inside.
A slightly plump middle-aged man in a top hat and tuxedo came out with a wooden cane. With a cold and angry look on his face, he walked straight to the group of strange men and women and shouted:
"Osmond! You are really a bunch of damn flies, annoying me! What on earth do you want to do?!"
"Haha, Mr. Tang Mann, there's no need to be so excited."
The leader named Osmond chuckled.
"We only want three of the exhibits. It's not a big deal. They are just a small part of your countless collections, right? And we won't take them for free. We will pay you."
“How ridiculous!”
Tang Mann only held the cane in his hand and hit the ground hard.
"You have no sincerity at all. You want to buy my treasures for twenty gold pounds. Do you think I'm short of money? Or do you think I'm a beggar? You are humiliating me!"
He took a step forward fearlessly and came face to face with Osmond.
"Even if I give them all away, it's my freedom. You guys can't get them either!"
"Why is this necessary?"
Osmond still had an unbridled smile on his face.
He shook his head and raised his hand to signal.
"We didn't want to do this either. You're just too stubborn... Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We're just borrowing those three things to do some research."
The men behind Osmond immediately stepped forward, dragged down the drivers of the four carriages, and then took out the wooden boxes in the carriages one by one, pried them open and searched for the items inside.
The drivers were so frightened that they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling and not daring to resist .
These strange men and women were extremely rough in their actions, and they didn't seem to care that the valuable antiques and paintings would be damaged.
"Stop! You bunch of robbers!"
Tang Manen shouted angrily, but no one listened to him.
Finally, he could no longer bear it, so he pulled out a fine, gold-inlaid flintlock from his waist, pointed it at Osmond's face, and threatened:
"Tell your men to stop now! Otherwise I will start shooting!"
"Mr. Tang Mann, you should know that this kind of firearm has no deterrent effect on a transcendent."
Osmond ignored the gun pointed at him and spoke slowly with a raised corner of his mouth.
The veins on Tang Mann's forehead were exposed. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A loud gunshot broke the silence of the countryside.
But the bullet was empty.
Osmond dodged the bullet at an extremely fast speed, and appeared at Tang Mann's side, punching him in the abdomen and knocking him down.
Tang Mann cried out in pain, collapsed to the ground, and curled up, holding his stomach.
"Ugh...you, you damned bandits! As members of the True God Church, you did such a thing. You are no different from the beasts of the Red Apple Church!"
The slightly plump middle-aged man retched twice, his tears mixed with saliva, and his words were unclear.
Osmond, the vice president of the History and Ritual Association branch, stood quietly in front of Tang Mann, as if he didn't hear his curse, and his attention was all on his men who were rummaging through the wooden box.
"Have times really changed... Even the True God Church no longer protects the world, but has become the persecutor... The Empire! The Trisur Empire! Can we go back to the past...?"
Tang Manen was disheartened and suddenly started to cry.
When he was a child, his grandfather told him that the Simon family was actually a member of the nobility hundreds of years ago, but later fell into decline and had no choice but to become businessmen.
Tang Mann still remembers his grandfather's wry smile and helpless words at that time... The reason why nobles are nobles is that they have made great contributions at the beginning of the founding of the empire and were the first group of extraordinary people who followed the Sun King to fight.
At that time, almost every noble family had its own mysterious inheritance and could cultivate extraordinary people of their own... But with the promulgation of the decree of the Sun King, extraordinary knowledge in the empire was suppressed and cut off.
Chaos and rebellion began to break out in that era, and the independence of the United Kingdom of Anlong was also due to this reason.
As time went by, the empire's rule stabilized.
But over the past four thousand years, the nobles have gradually left the mysterious realm, leaving only the glory of their ancestors. Although there are still a small number of nobles who rely on their status and wealth to pursue the mystery and seek transcendence, there are even fewer who can truly comprehend the truth from the transcendental knowledge and ascend to the transcendental.
And most of them are just hovering in the low sequence.
The middle and high-sequence supernatural knowledge has long been monopolized by the Orthodox Church.
What's more, the nobles were originally a group that the shelter and the Church of the Sun kept a close eye on. Once a supernatural being was discovered, they would be suppressed immediately.
The management of various places within the empire is the responsibility of local councils, public security offices and other departments. Any dangerous incidents involving the mysterious realm are handed over to the Imperial Shelter and the Seven Orthodox Churches for resolution and suppression.
At the beginning, the order was in good order. The life safety and property of nobles, wealthy merchants and common people were guaranteed, and the empire was prosperous.
However, the overbearing style of the Empire and the Church of the Sun left behind many problems.
Four thousand years have passed, and chaos has begun everywhere again. Order is moving towards disorder. Except for the Church of the Sun which is linked to the royal family, the seven orthodox churches have all lost their original ideals and creeds and started to let things take their own course. The internment camps alone are no longer enough to suppress the situation in the entire empire. They are unable to do so.
The rebellion of the Red Apple Church, which caused unrest in the empire, is the best example.
"Vice President Osmond, we found the item."
At this time, two subordinates from the History and Ritual Association, a man and a woman, walked up to the middle-aged man. They ignored Tang Mann who was collapsed at his feet and handed over the things in their hands.
A fragment of a stone tablet, a parchment manuscript and an ancient book.
"Well, good job."
Osmond smiled and praised.
But just as he was about to take the three collections, his expression suddenly changed.
The hairs all over my body stood up for no reason, and a strong sense of crisis arose, as if I was in a world of ice and snow.
"who?!"
Osmond turned suddenly and looked behind him.
After hearing the vice-chairman's shout, more than a dozen subordinates quickly turned their .
Everyone saw a hunched figure covered in rusty black armor slowly approaching, dragging a terrifying silver broadsword in his hand, and a scarlet cloak fluttering behind him.
A fierce and violent aura came towards me!
Click, click…
The heavy greaves stepped on the ground, leaving footprints.
"Passing by here, it seems I found something interesting..."
A deep voice came from the dark cross-shaped hole on the knight's visor.
Osmond stood there in a daze, his whole body stiff.
The next second, cold sweat poured out from his forehead and back.
"Black... Spade Knight Qiao Ke..."
A dry sound came from Osmond's throat.
The Obsidian Twin Knights, who are as famous as "Sword of the Ferryman" Byers, are S-rank wanted criminals in the Empire. They once killed one of the twelve bishops of the Sun Monastery of the Church of the Sun, and are an incarnation of His Majesty Terrence. Recently, they have frequently destroyed branches of the Red Apple Church...
All these terrifying titles were directed at the ferocious knight in front of him.
Osmond now just wanted to escape from here, didn't want to waste a second, and didn't even have the courage to resist.
But he didn't dare act rashly.
He is afraid, he is terrified!
"Mr. Qiao Ke, what do you want?"
Osmond forced a smile and asked.
The dozen or so subordinates around him all looked shocked, held their breath, and dared not make any sound.
Chen Lun stopped twenty meters away, slowly raised one hand, and pointed at the three things held by a man and a woman beside Osmond.
"Give it to me, and you live. If you don't give it to me, you all die."
His indifferent and low voice was like the sentence of the god of death, and everyone present could hear it clearly.
Osmond was a mid-sequence extraordinary being. After undergoing a qualitative change, he had a strong premonition that if he did something irrational, his head and body would be separated in the next second, and the possibility of his survival was almost zero!
He just felt creepy!
How did the Spade Knight appear here? !
How can it be so terrible!
If we really fight, there is no chance of our side winning...
"Give it to him."
Osmond did not dare to turn his head. He lowered his eyes, staring at the ground in front of the Spade Knight, and gave orders to his men around him.
"Vice president?"
A man and a woman were a little confused and confirmed again.
"I said, give it to him!"
The sweat on Osmond's face had begun to drip onto the ground.
His neck was like a rusty machine, stiffly raised, his expression seemed to be begging, pleading:
"Mr. Qiao Ke, I offer you the things with both hands. Please let us go."
After saying.
A man and a woman tensed up and took a step forward nervously. They put the three collections in their hands on the ground and then slowly stepped back.
Osmond raised his hand in a gesture .
This group of extraordinary people from the History and Ritual Association began to slowly retreat in unison.
Chen Lun chuckled, walked forward slowly, bent down to pick up the three collections, played with them for a while, and confirmed that they were what he wanted.
When he looked up again, Osmond and a dozen other people had already started fleeing into the distance.
"Please forgive me, I lied."
Chen Lun stared at the backs of the group of people.
"Give it to me, and you all must die...because I don't like you."
Tang Manen, lying on the ground, dared not move. He closed his eyes tightly and was shocked when he heard the voice of the terrifying knight.
He mustered up the courage to open his eyes, only to find no one in front of him.
After standing up and looking around, he saw a horrific scene and was horrified.
The knight took a single step forward, and crossed a long distance, arriving behind Osmond and the others, with his sword suspended in the air.
Just a sweep.
Osmond, along with several people around him, were all cut in half.
Their expressions were still frozen in shock and fear.