Chapter 421

Before the war square of the South Station of the emperor capital, a small building with a very inconspicuous appearance is in the corner.

Sherlock, dressed in a stiff tuxedo, with a small pipe in his mouth and hot coffee in his hand, stood quietly in front of the French window, looking out at the movement of the square outside.

Verona was wrapped in a coarse cloth headdress, dressed like an old woman in the countryside, holding a frozen pear hard with popsicles. She turned her hands and thawed the frozen pear with the temperature of her palms. She stood beside Sherlock with her head tilted, laughing and looking at every move on the outside.

On the square, a dozen senior clergy in golden robes stood in a group without expression.

Behind them were hundreds of lower ranking, fully dressed in religious gowns and equally expressionless subordinates.

In front of them, dozens of church knights in gold armour and behind golden silk cloaks embroidered with Golden Oak saints were angrily tearing at a group of officers of the Imperial Guard Corps.

Armed church knights, want to use the best state, a full set of etiquette, to meet the coming of St. Attila.

On the other hand, the officers of the guard regiment carried out the orders of the high-level, and forbidden the knights to bring weapons into the station under the pretext of "the safety of Saint Attila".

They did not flinch and the church Knights pulled, yelled.

"For the safety of St. Attila, you must lay down your weapons."

"It's not a consultation, it's an order!"

"According to intelligence, there are heresies from the Hill Church preparing to assassinate St. Attila. You are all suspected!"

"You have no choice but to lay down your weapons, or to stay away from the imperial capital south station."

With the pull of the officers of the Guard Corps, at the top of the church knights, there was finally a big knight with golden armor, golden hair and golden eyes, and a golden light shining in his eyes. He called out what Joe and his party had just heard.

With soldiers, with men should, the most correct way, to solve the problem.

Let's have a fight on the spot, and whoever wins will listen to what he says.

The church knights were very manly, and drew their swords one after another. They drank and drank deeply, and the pale gold flame poured out from the blade. They waved their swords, and they made golden arcs.

On the square, thousands of officers and soldiers of the guards raised their weapons in succession.

A flint rifle was aimed at the sword drawing church knight, and a rear guard major general yelled: "lay down your weapons, or you will be regarded as the enemy of the Empire and killed on the spot."

On the diagonal corner of the South Railway Station Square, on the roof of the police station of the South Railway Station, several field guns were quietly pulled out, and the dark muzzle quietly aimed at the church Knights drawing swords.

A dozen bishops, dressed in gold robes and holding small pure gold sounds, became more and more gloomy.

They looked coldly at the officers and soldiers of the Guard Corps, who was the oldest and had two golden eyes. There was a thick golden flame in the depth of his eyes, which was as hot as magma. Finally, he took a step slowly.

"If, according to your orders, my Lord's loyal soldiers put down their weapons If, today, there is an accident in Heidelberg that has shocked the crown of the noble St. Attila Are you able to take the responsibility? "

The major general of the guard regiment who had just ordered stepped forward. He gently pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and said leisurely, "we can only do our best to do our best If heresy really disturbed the Lord Saint Attila I can only say We can only do our best. "

"In other words, you can't guarantee anything?" he said in a low voice with a trace of anger

The major general sneered: "accidents happen at any time in the world. In the territory of the Empire, I can only say that we try our best to do well But no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents, can they? "

Shrugging his shoulders, the major general sighed: "recently, the imperial capital is not peaceful We can only, do our best. "

A group of high-level clergy in gold robes were angry one by one. They gnawed their teeth and looked at the major general fiercely.

Recently, Heidelberg is not peaceful. We all know this.

Many important members of the super Juncker family, died.

A lot of the super junckers' warehouses have been blown up.

In such an environment, the Empire found such an excuse It seems very reasonable.

But these clergymen are holding their breath.

As Mu's servants, they could not carry weapons to meet another dignified clergy. There is no doubt that this is a challenge to the Golden Oak Church Or is there another conspiracy hidden in this?

The cold wind whistled past, blowing the pale gold flame on the long sword of the church knights, and made a "whistling" sound.

The church Knights glared at the guards.The officers, with their cold faces, gazed fearlessly at the tall, heavily scented church knights.

At the edge of the square in front of the station, more and more idle people from the imperial capital gathered together and rowed towards this side. Some people even gave out the strange laughter of gloating and fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

The Golden Oak congregation, especially Benedict ahan, the Archbishop of St. Claude's Cathedral, was even more livid, and his long beard, which had been falling to his chest, trembled violently.

There was the sound of neat and gentle footsteps.

In the air, there is a faint, cool fragrance of Osmanthus in the air.

Nearly a thousand nuns, dressed in white robes and holding verdant branches of Osmanthus fragrans in their hands, looked solemn and dignified, and their faces were full of sacred piety, just like the statues carved in clay wood. Under the leadership of dozens of young girls carrying small censers and long-term lamps, they walked slowly into the square in front of the station.

Joe, a pedestrian has entered the square.

They passed by the church knights who confronted the officers of the Imperial Guard Corps. After Joe showed the warrant issued by Sarian, more than 100 people in their line obtained permission to enter the South Station of the capital.

Seeing that they were full of weapons, especially some old guards of the witus, with seven or eight short flint blunders filled with gunpowder and bullets on their belts, they walked into the South Station of the capital, and the Archbishop of St. Claude Cathedral, Benedict ahan, became more and more difficult to see the extreme.

He pondered for a moment, looked at the procession of St. Maya's Cathedral coming slowly behind him, separated the crowd, and walked step by step in front of the rear guard major general who stopped them.

"Child!" Benedict ahan's tone was extremely mild.

The guards brought by Joe marched into the South Station of the capital, while Joe rode Xiaobai and stopped in front of the entrance. Gorkin was on his horse, too, and Joe stood by Hessen's side.

Hessen jumped out of the carriage with a big cigar in his mouth. Surrounded by his two sons, Marcos and big Ivan, Hessen was generally puffing, squinting at the nuns who slowly walked into the square.

"The great magistrates of the Church of silver laurel in the great Diocese of the Empire of Durham, namely their great mother, are no higher than those of Saint Attila. They actually came to meet St. Attila in person Tut, the great mother of port TURUN is half a grade lower than St. Attila's clergy. I can understand her, but this one from St. Maya's Cathedral also does the same... "

"It seems that the position of a saint canonized by Dabao in the church is much more important than we think."

Benedict ahan personally negotiated with the officers of the guards, and then he waved his hand with a gloomy face. The church knights, who were in a state of tension, reluctantly put down their Epee swords, which could kill and break the battle. They were all humiliated and hung up the ceremonial swords held by the soldiers of the Guard Corps, without any actual combat function.

These ceremonial swords are very good in appearance.

But when you pull them out of their scabbard, you will find that this is what a sheet of iron looks like.

In other words, the church Knights of St. Claude's Cathedral are given to "Disarmed.".

Benedict ahan and his subordinates were stiff and hard to see.

But to the south, there was a faint whistling of the steam engine.

Benedict ahan didn't care about the dispute. He yelled and drank a few times. Under the surveillance of the officers and soldiers of the nearby guard regiment, the clergy of the brigade hastily played various ceremonial weapons of honor and quickly walked into the South Station of the capital.

The procession of St. Claude's Cathedral passed by Joe and others. Joe looked at the ugly clergy curiously, but few of them were in the mood to pay attention to him.

A senior bishop in a gold robe and a dozen clergy rushed to meet the procession of St. Maya's Cathedral.

Several nuns in pale silver robes came out, and the two sides got together to exchange a few words. The nuns of St. Maya's Cathedral met the officers of the guards.

The nuns of St. Maya's Cathedral only carried all kinds of ceremonial weapons, but did not carry any weapons.

The guards didn't make much trouble for them - or, the nuns of St. Maya's Cathedral, who had a good reputation, didn't make any sense.

Teams of nuns lined up in front of Joe.

All the nuns bowed their heads and held the branches of the sweet scented osmanthus trees in front of their chests, reciting the Scriptures praising muteste.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of nuns.

Joe snuffled.

Gorkin was twitching his nose vigorously.

Gorkin is a fifth order swamp shadow wolf, and the fifth order shadow wolf's smell is very good, very good, really like a wolf, he can smell the bloody smell several miles away

"Well, they are all good young girls, and they are fragrant Why do you want to be a nun? It's so outrageous. " Gorkin murmured in a low voice as he jerked his nose.Joe frowned.

He has gained one percent of the power of wolf king wall, and he has the "legendary smell" which is much stronger than gorkin!

These nuns smell of osmanthus.

They also have a light body odor.

But in the gust of fragrance, Joe smelled something familiar to him.

When he and gorkin beat a dandy of the Welsh family in port Toulon, they found a small bag of wuse Tongshen powder.

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