When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#468 - Mysterious masked man

"Let's take the same route as yesterday."

Standing outside the Senate, Aslay put his hands on his hips: "Let's go see the good houses there again and choose one that I like."

Currently, the Holy Will has been decided. Aslay and Sharrett have both objections and support for the new guild on Autumn Dusk Island, but what can they do?

They are still counting on the Holy Grandson to provide them with work. Since they can't change it, they might as well think about how to get good results in the upcoming craftsman exam.

Although Sharrett doesn't quite understand what this so-called "exam" is, it should be similar to the master's "memory test."

Seeing Sharrett not speaking, Aslay chuckled: "Don't worry, if you can't afford a house in the future, I will leave you an attic. You can live there with my maid."

"Is our friendship only worth an attic?" Saying so, Sharrett still followed Aslay towards the path, "I told you not to think about it. We would have to work for thirty or forty years without eating or drinking to afford those townhouses."

"Who said that? Didn't you hear those senators say today? A workshop with good profits can have a net income of 20 gold pounds a year, and we can save up in ten years."

"No, buddy, the craftsman exam hasn't even started yet, and you're already pre-ordering first place?"

The two mocked each other, turned a corner, stepped on the herringbone-patterned floor tiles, and walked towards the path they took yesterday.

Since most of the townhouses have not yet been built, only two or three are currently inhabited, so although this area is at the northernmost part of the official residence square, not many people come here on weekdays.

At this time, near noon, the scorching sun passed through the roof, casting a long black shadow parallel to the eaves on the gray-white ground.

On this road composed of shadows, besides the black cat lying on the wall to rest, there were only Sharrett and Aslay.

"Hmm?" Walking well, Sharrett's nose twitched, and then he sniffed twice.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't move here, I'll go over there and take a look. There's a smell of blood." Without waiting for Aslay to reply, Sharrett walked towards the alley, while Aslay held the whistle in his mouth to be alert.

The two had this kind of tacit understanding.

Walking forward for more than ten meters, Sharrett felt familiar. Isn't this the place where they were cleaning the sewers yesterday?

At this time, a circle of temporary base wooden fences was erected around the outside of the alley, tied with ropes, and hung with signs prohibiting entry.

At that time, there were still several sewage workers tinkering with slimes with wooden sticks, saying that it would take a day to repair, but now their figures are nowhere to be seen.

The air still smelled of stench, but it was much fresher, but there was a rusty sweet smell more than yesterday.

Picking up a pointed wooden stick used to clear the sewers from the ground, Sharrett slowly strolled towards the remote alley where several sewage workers were clearing the sewers yesterday.

Peeking half his head from behind the wall, Sharrett's pupils shrank.

This is?

In the alley after the corner, the gray-clothed corpses lay scattered on the ground. They should be the sewage workers from yesterday.

In the shadows, Sharrett couldn't see the specific appearance or the wounds, but he was sure that these people had stopped breathing.

Murder? In Autumn Dusk Island, the core territory of the Salvation Army?

Sharrett took two steps forward, just wanting to go over and take a closer look, but suddenly stopped.

He remembered that there were clearly only four sewage workers clearing the sewers yesterday, why are there five corpses here?

"Clang——"

The sound of metal rubbing violently on the ground sounded. Sharrett subconsciously raised the wooden stick to block, and the skills honed in the war made his whole body lean back subconsciously.

The black shiny tip of the sword cut across the tip of Sharrett's nose, cutting Sharrett's nose into two halves.

Gritting his teeth, he kicked the abdomen of the "corpse" that jumped up from the ground, and the masked man easily dodged.

Leaning back, Sharrett took two steps back and supported the wall, so he didn't fall.

He looked up and saw a man wearing a hood and a white full-face mask standing in the alley on a hot day in the dirty alley.

Inside the wide cloak, a section of cold light protruded from the shadows, still stained with sporadic blood stains.

Is this an assassin? Or a gang member? Or a family feud?

Sharrett didn't understand his identity, but he knew that the other party's attack on him was hoping to kill him to silence him.

Damn it, he didn't bring a sword today.

Autumn Dusk Island has a certain degree of control over swords, but it is not enough to prohibit wearing them.

In this era where the average quality is low, carrying weapons is a common and necessary thing.

A large part of the residents of Autumn Dusk Island are soldiers. The Papal State has been full of martial virtues from the beginning, so it is allowed to wear swords.

According to the senators, everyone has a sword so he won't be chaotic.

However, the Papal Palace still requires citizens to place their swords and weapons in a place where others can see them at a glance if they wear them.

It is not allowed to use clothing and cloaks to cover weapons, and it is forbidden to privately hide or hold crossbows, armor, and long-handled weapons.

Sharrett had previously brought a rapier from Rapid Current City.

But today he was going to the Senate, and he had to be searched and weapons confiscated before entering, so he didn't bother to bring it.

He was deceived by the seemingly good security of Autumn Dusk Island. There are still bad people!

"Blow the whistle, blow the whistle!" Enduring the pain in his nose, Sharrett roared at Aslay behind him with his face covered in blood.

"Doo doo doo——"

Bulging his cheeks, Aslay blew hard while picking up the iron-wrapped short staff hanging on his waist and rushing towards the person wearing the white mask.

These two people have both participated in the Rapid Current City defense war as militiamen, and have even received a month of swordsmanship training, which is naturally different from ordinary citizens.

Sharrett used the wooden stick to block horizontally and dial vertically, deflecting the masked man's two stabs, and then arched his body and jumped back, dodging the masked man's sweep.

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The masked man stepped on the hard ground, grabbed a flying knife from under his cloak, and threw it violently at Sharrett and Aslay.

"Dodge the arrows!" Shouting the slogan from the city defense, the two fell to both sides at the same time, but the flying knife still pierced into Sharrett's thigh and Aslay's shoulder.

"Holy Lord is above! Go to hell, murderer!"

Rolling on the ground and standing up again, holding up the iron-headed cane, Aslay glared at the masked man with wide eyes and smashed down, ignoring the bleeding pain in his shoulder.

"Ding——"

Aslay's iron-headed staff hit the ground, making a crisp sound, but it failed to hit the masked man.

The masked man seemed to have springs installed under his feet, and he jumped on the spot, actually jumping onto the surrounding wall in the splashing rubble and dust.

Squatting on the wall, he supported the eaves next to him, his eyes under the mask narrowed, staring at the two craftsmen in front of him.

For some reason, Sharrett had a creepy feeling, as if the masked man was thinking about whether to kill them.

However, the whistle that Aslay blew finally worked at this moment.

"Is there a robbery? Who?"

"Who is blowing the whistle?"

Two burly war monks appeared in the townhouses not far away. They crashed open the door and rushed out of the courtyard, rushing towards here like bulls.

"Here, here, there is a murder case here." Sharrett shouted at the war monks with joy.

Seeing the page hammers on the monks' waists and the holy guns in their hands, the masked man's movements obviously stagnated, and then he turned and ran.

His speed was extremely fast, jumping between the eaves and the walls, and the chasing lead bullets flew past his armpits and shoulders, and he was about to disappear from sight in a blink of an eye.

"Can he be allowed to run away?"

"Chase!"

The two war monks carried the holy guns on their backs, ran along the street, striding their long legs towards the figure jumping between the houses like a rabbit.

And the two war monks obviously had breathing techniques, their legs with afterimages, chasing the masked man's back tightly.

It wasn't until these people disappeared from sight that Aslay and Sharrett relaxed their bodies as if they were exhausted.

They touched the blood stains on their bodies and looked at each other with a wry smile.

"What just happened? Two citizens."

As the two looked at each other, a young and serious voice came from behind Sharrett and the two.

They turned around and saw a blond young man with a golden gear badge pinned to his collar, sitting in a soft-cushioned wheelchair, driving out of the villa just now.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Jonar, and I am a secretary monk in the military police."

Jonar raised his hand and handed the military police badge to them, waiting for them to see clearly, then he pulled out a folded paper wooden board from under his butt.

"Tell me, what exactly happened."