I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 328 The Fugitive Bishop

On the border of the empire, in the countryside near the Dragon Fortress, there is a temporary station for a caravan.

"I heard that you can take me outside the border? This is my letter of introduction." An old man handed a letter to a middle-aged man dressed as a traveling businessman.

The middle-aged man looked at the letter of introduction, and then carefully looked at the old man in front of him. There were two pieces of gauze on the old man's face, and he was still bruised and bruised.

"With all due respect, have you... ever gotten into any trouble?" the middle-aged traveling businessman asked curiously. Seeing that the old man was hesitant to speak, he raised his hand again, "Don't be nervous, the people printed on the notice are talking to you. It's not unusual for us to hitchhike out of the country, but I need you to come clean so we can prepare for you in advance."

It is common for wanted criminals to cross the border and leave the country. Some well-connected businessmen cross the border and sometimes act as smugglers to lead people across the border. This is also one of their sources of income.

"Yes, I'm in a bit of trouble and may need to disguise myself." The old man thought for a moment and nodded.

"Ten gold coins, you will be a member of our caravan, and we will ensure that you cross the border safely." The traveling merchant smiled and gestured.

"This is four times higher than the price I heard!" The old man's eyes widened suddenly.

"It is much more difficult than ordinary people to transport the people printed on the wanted poster. I still need a little money to open the door. Please understand." Youshang shrugged.

The old man has now begun to feel that he has been tricked by the other party. If the dilemma here is used, the other party can increase the pressure arbitrarily.

But he has no choice now.

"Okay, but I don't want to hear any more temporary price increases." The old man glared at the traveling merchant and said.

"Of course." Youshang smiled, "Can you take off your disguise so I can see your face? I think you should prepare a more suitable outfit."

"Just prepare your outfit. There's nothing nice about your face." The old man waved his hand.

This time he was more careful. He was wondering whether the other party would betray him directly for the bounty. After all, he was originally a bishop. As a high-level political prisoner and a priest in the master realm, the wanted amount was quite large. High.

If it weren't for a series of changes, given his status, he might not have had to deal with this kind of underground businessman living in a gray area throughout his life.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The traveling merchant said this, but he still looked at the old man a few more times before turning and leaving. "You prepare the money, and I will prepare the clothes for you."

After the traveling merchant left, the old man waited nervously for a long time.

Soon, the other party came back, and there was an extra young man with him.

"The situation has changed a bit. This gentleman is my colleague. He will take you there next." Youshang shrugged towards the old man.

"Aren't you going to do this business?" The old man became a little wary and stared at the young man who was brought in with suspicion.

"Don't worry, he is absolutely trustworthy, and his offer may be more friendly to you." Youshang said.

"Please let us talk alone." The young man raised his hand.

"Okay." Youshang left without saying a word.

The old man stared at the young man warily, and when he saw the other man approaching, he subconsciously distanced himself a little.

"Please don't be nervous, I am not your enemy, Bishop Marcel." The young man lowered his voice and raised his hand.

The old man, or Bishop Marcel, broke into a cold sweat on the spot.

"Please rest assured, I am here to help you. My master ordered me to send you to him safely, and he will provide you with shelter." The young man said.

"Who is your master?" Bishop Marcel asked doubtfully.

"There are people from the caravan nearby. Let's go over there and talk." The young man pointed in another direction.

Bishop Marcel thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

He pretended to turn around and walk that way, then suddenly turned back, raised his hand towards the young man, and cast a powerful flash technique. "Ah!!" The young man who was stimulated by the bright light covered his eyes and shouted.

Taking advantage of this gap, Bishop Marcel ran away, rushed out of the camp, and rushed in the opposite direction where the young man pointed.

"It was found too quickly!!" Bishop Marcel ran in the field, checking to see if there were any pursuers behind him.

He felt at the first moment that he had been betrayed. Being wanted and escaping had been a long and difficult journey, and his nerves were already tense.

That young man was definitely from the Gendarmerie. They wanted to trick him into the encirclement and then sneak attack to catch him. After all, he was a master-level priest and could not be easily subdued.

He ran and stopped. About two-quarters of an hour later, he stopped to rest outside a forest. He began to seriously think about where to run, but before he could sit down, a man in a cloak suddenly rushed out of the woods.

"Please stop, Bishop Marcel, don't be nervous." The other party raised his hand.

The military police have actually surrounded us from this direction!

Moreover, this man's voice sounded familiar, but Bishop Marcel couldn't remember which soldier he had seen.

Bishop Marcel made a prompt decision and wanted to summon the Holy Light again, but the other party was already prepared and pulled up his cloak to block it.

Upon seeing this, Bishop Marcel could only summon a Holy Sword of Judgment, preparing to cut the opponent's leg so that the opponent could no longer pursue him.

But as soon as his Holy Sword of Judgment flew out, the man suddenly raised his hand and threw a fireball that collided with the Holy Sword. With a loud noise, the Holy Sword of Judgment was blown to pieces and turned into flying particles of light.

Meanwhile, a wall of fire rose around Bishop Marcel.

Bishop Marcel was completely desperate now. He realized that the level of the mage opposite him was far above his own, and he had no way to escape.

Thinking of the hardships he had gone through during his escape, but still failed to escape the fate of being arrested and then executed by the Queen, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He would not have been so miserable. He had many connections in the Papal States, knew many archbishops, and had met with the Pope several times. Because of this, he was appointed by the former emperor to guard the important artifacts given to the empire by the Papal States.

He could have gone to the Papal State to seek asylum like other imperial bishops. He should have returned to the Papal State with important artifacts, otherwise his position would have become very embarrassing.

However, he couldn't do it because he secretly gave away the artifact to someone...technically, a dragon.

Now, he had no choice but to take risks and try his luck in the red dragon's territory.

"Don't worry, Bishop Marcel..." the "gendarme" said, putting his hand on the hood and pulling it off.

At this time, Bishop Marcel vented his grievances angrily: "It's all the fault of that red dragon that deserves to be stabbed a thousand times!!"

"It's me..." Ganon happened to pull down his hood and show his face to the other party.

Seeing this face, Bishop Marcel was completely stunned.

Hearing Bishop Marcel's emotion, Ganouen also showed a slightly embarrassed look:

"I didn't expect you to hate me so much."

"No, no, no, I'm talking about the other end, the other end!" Bishop Marcel waved his hands repeatedly.

"Really?" Ganon smiled dryly and nodded, Bishop Marcel also laughed dryly, but the atmosphere was still awkward.

After a long time, Bishop Marcel said tentatively again: "Is your highness okay?"

"She is fine." Ganon nodded, "I will take you to see her. Don't worry, you are safe."

(End of this chapter)