Alien Knights

　　 Silver Circle City, St. Co.'s Cathedral, 4:30 in the morning.

　　 Bishop Fabian came to the vestibule early, holding a letter from the church station, and whispering: "Seventeen boxes, one hundred and forty-one..."

　　 Putting away the letter, he turned his face to the deacon beside him: "Where is the carriage?"

　　 glanced at the sky outside the window, the latter replied respectfully: "My lord, it should be the south gate now."

　　 The bishop nodded, and then exhorted: "The matter of Crystal entering the city must be kept secret."

　　 The deacon nodded and said yes.

As he walked slowly to the door of the church, Bishop Fabian was still worried, and emphasized again to his confidant: "The last time the palace banquet, the internal affairs officer asked me about this, and I pretended to not know it. In short, it must be Don’t say anything, the less people know the better..."

　　 The bishop who stepped out of the gate hadn't finished speaking, but was frightened by the scene in front of him that he slipped his feet and almost sat on the ground.

　　 Before dawn, the square in front of the cathedral was crowded with horse-drawn carriages and hundreds of people, hearing his voice, all turned their heads.

　　 "Master Bishop! Are you okay!" The deacon panicked up to his boss and helped him stabilize his figure.

　　 took trembling steps, put on an awkward smile, and walked into the crowd. Looking at many familiar faces, Bishop Fabian greeted as he walked: "Chief Interior Officer Mr. Schubert, hello, it's really rare to see you so early."

　　 "Master Bishop, don't care about me, I'm here to watch the sunrise."

　　 "Good morning, Justice Dinoval. I remember that you retired to the manor last week, didn't you?"

　　 "Yes, living on the farm is a bit boring, I came to watch the sunrise."

　　……

　　 After a round of greetings, the bishop's heart felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly.

　　 A bunch of hypocritical guys, as if they had made an appointment, said they were going to watch the sunrise, but they all turned their faces to the south. Could it be that the direction of the rising sun is different today than before?

　　 This is clearly after hearing the news of Crystal's entry into the city, but he insisted on pretending to be unknowing.

　　 But how did he know that since Todd's performance on the West Coast, descriptions of various versions of the treasure have been spread throughout the city. The rumors at the beginning may be seven points true and three points exaggerated, but the more they go back, the less plausible they are. Even "pour the sacred water, drink it to prolong your life", this kind of nonsense, some people believe that it is not. suspect.

　　In this situation, Bishop Fabian was so anxious that he could do nothing, but he couldn't order to drive people away, so he could only wait in place like an ant on a hot pot and joined the team of "Watching the Sunrise".

　　 At 5:20 in the morning, a carriage guarded by the knights of the Holy See appeared in the eyes of everyone.

　　 The carriage is equipped with shock absorbers on the axles, and thick straw is spread on the carriage. Even so, the speed of the carriage is still not much slower than that of walking.

　　 There was a small commotion among the crowd.

　　『It's finally here. 』

　　 "Watch tight, don't lose it..."

　　 These words kept coming from my ears, making the old man who is a bishop look more and more ugly.

　　 The carriage finally reached the square of the cathedral, and the driver was the horseman of the church. He looked at a bunch of gorgeously dressed and hideous nobles and high-ranking officials stuck in front of the car, staring at the cargo compartment behind his car, so scared that he picked up his riding whip, shrank on the seat and shivered.

　　The knights of the Holy See, who should maintain order, looked at each other and did not dare to step forward. Some of the people in the crowd were their officers, friends or even relatives. At this time, turning a blind eye is naturally the most reasonable choice.

　　 Bishop Fabian couldn't stand it anymore, and opened his arms to the crowd: "Please listen to me, please listen to me! Please make way for the holy relic."

　　 There was a moment of silence.

　　 Maybe I realized that in this kind of public place, we should still pay attention to some behavior and demeanor. Everyone slowly backed away, leaving a space.

　　 The carriage drove slowly into the backyard of the cathedral, and the nobles and chiefs of the Silver Ring Kingdom followed behind, keeping a short distance.

　　 The priests of the church opened the back door of the prayer hall, removed the baffle behind the carriage, pushed aside the thick straw, carefully carried the crates out, and walked towards the main hall.

　　 The crowd followed the unloading line, squeezed towards the back door, and walked into the lobby.

　　 The bishop watched everyone file in and closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

　　 Seventeen wooden boxes were spread on the floor of the church.

Before the wooden box was opened, Fabian felt that it was necessary to emphasize to the crowd the necessity of order and order: "Everyone! These crystal products are sacred objects of the church, and the words of the Father are engraved on them. Handed over to the Archbishop of the Western Diocese, and then submitted to His Majesty the Pope!"

　　 After saying this, watching the people nodding piously and saying yes, the bishop felt a little relieved and nodded to indicate that he could open the wooden box.

　　The Cathedral of St. Cooper adopts the dome design of the ancient Tello architecture. The longitudinal deep windows at the top can introduce a small amount of morning glow, and more light sources come from the holy candle on the shelf.

　　Sunlight, candlelight and glass reflect each other, forming a wonderful optical phenomenon. The pure glass surface is plated with a layer of golden streamer, and the light of the main hall is refracted by the transparent crystal to give a colorful light.

　　 This scene is like falling into a fairyland, like rising to heaven.

　　 Even the bishop who had been mentally prepared in advance was shocked by the beauty and forgot to speak.

　　 After a long time, when he came back to his senses and looked around, he saw a pair of green eyes in the crowd, and he screamed in exclamation inwardly.

　　 "Something bad! 』

　　 Fabian turned to the clergy behind him, raising his arms and shouting: "Close the boxes and get them..."

　　It's too late...

　　 The first attacker was the retired judge. It is hard to imagine a thin old man who was nearly seventy years old, returning home to recuperate, and behaved so agilely~www.readwn.com~ to start so decisively.

　　 saw him turning sideways, sliding his steps, pretending to be unsteady under the cover of the people around him, and stepped on the bishop's feet severely.

　　 Taking advantage of Fabian’s screaming space, he leaned over and fished out, and a target he had already fancyed-the "Binaural Crystal Pendant Pouch" was hidden in his wide robe.

　　Perhaps there were some people who were afraid of the majesty of the church at the beginning, but after seeing someone taking the lead, with the idea that "the law does not blame the people," some people started to take action.

　　 was only secretly taken at first, and finally evolved into openly grabbing.

　　 abandoning the reservedness and self-respect, the nobles did not have the slightest psychological burden, and while lifting the remaining wooden boxes with their hands, they picked up the holy artifacts and talked loudly with others.

　　 The chants and persuasion of the bishop and other clergy, among the laughter of others, have undoubtedly become the background sound effects of this scrambled drama.

　　 In the end, the dignitaries of the Silver Ring Kingdom left contentedly, leaving only a straw and mess in the hall.

　　 "Master Bishop, you...your shoes..."

　　 The deacon walked to the corner of the wall and was pushed to the side of the wall. With a dull face, he sat next to his superior on the ground, and handed a cloth shoe with trembling hands, which could not see the original color.

The muscles on Bishop Fabian’s face trembled, and he took a deep breath. His expression was like a victim who had been robbed and suddenly relieved. He cursed painfully: "A bunch of robbers! Barbarians! "

　　 After cursing for a while, with the support of others, he slowly stood up and asked heavily, "How much is left?"

　　 "Twenty-six pieces are left, and four pieces are broken."

　　 The bishop was taken aback, pondered for a while, and then said: "If I remember correctly, these holy relics were brought back from the north by the monk named Todd?"