Lord of Glory

Chapter 129: Bad Taste

And right at this moment, in a corridor inside the castle. Paladin, who had excused himself from the meeting in the conference room for various reasons, was hiding in front of the door of Archbishop Sarrier's room, peeking into the doorway and looking at the Templer Macedonia who was busy with his work. Upon seeing the scene inside with his own eyes, Paladin suddenly and bizarrely revealed a chilling smile. As if there was something about everything inside that aroused his great interest.

Unable to make people believe that this archbishop who usually takes magnanimous and happy to help the weak. Surprisingly, he would like this kind of hook behind his back! Only to see that within this room was decorated with all kinds of floral patterns and gaudy clothes. On top of the top-quality velvet covered with red raw silk, a girl who looked like she couldn't be older than fifteen and had a very thin body was lying there motionless! Paladin's eyes narrowed to a slit. He saw very clearly that this girl's body had just just been developed, looking very petite.

And underneath that long, soft brown hair, was a cute childish face that attracted people's love. At a closer look, this girl's eyes were round and wide, her mouth was open and blood was flowing out. Dyeing the originally red bed even more blindingly bright red. The body that was covered in wounds and bruises exuded the same mauve color, and the muscles of her body were also very abnormally taut. In light of this, Paladin concluded from his long experience in healing people that the girl had been dead for at least more than six hours.

What was particularly noteworthy was that the girl's lower body was bleeding red, as if it had been torn apart by some sharp and hard object. Thinking about the excited look on the face of the archbishop when he learned about Macedonian's report last night, how could Paladin not guess what Sarrier did to this girl last night? Looking at Macedonia in the room, he calmly took out his gloves, and skillfully cleaned the blood on the ground and his body with a special potion. Not only did Paladin have no sense of hatred, but he also had no compassion. Because in his opinion, the innocent death of the little girl has nothing to do with him. Instead, he learned what his boss liked. He could throw his favorite. It was something that he should be happy and snickering at.

And the Macedonian in the room at this time, just quietly rolled up the blood-stained cloth in his hand. Then looked at this little girl who was captured by himself late at night, innocently suffered a night of toying and humiliation, and then died tragically. Looking at this girl's big eyes that contained despair, as well as the tear stains that remained in the corners of her eyes. He suddenly sighed with great emotion.

He was originally an orphan who was abducted from childhood. Once again, he was caught by the shop owner while stealing something, and accidentally killed someone. Being wanted, he fled in despair into the church of Sarrier, the bishop of the parish at that time. Got help from this kind and amiable priest. Not only helped him get rid of the crime, but also changed his name, and asked someone to teach him martial arts and fighting. Then he sent himself to take the exam and became an expatriate templar. From a humble thief to a templar with status.

Macedonia's heart was grateful for Sarrier's selfless care and cultivation. Growing up without two parents, he regarded Sarrier as his parents. No matter what Sarrier asked for, he would carry it out without hesitation. Even though many of these tasks were against his conscience and morals. But in order to repay this Sarrier who had given him a good life, Macedonia didn't care that much.

But so many years had passed, and Macedonia was now a middle-aged man. He had not formed a family, nor did he have a wife or children, when every time he sent an innocent girl into Sarrier's hands. Every night, when he listened to the gurgling screams of desolation and despair coming from the house, he could feel his heart twisting like a knife. True, as he grew older, he began to find that this Sarrier, whom he had loved half his life, was not so tall and amiable as he had been influenced to be. He himself, while doing Sarrier's dirty work for him, endured inner torment. The agony was so great that he even decided that he would find an opportunity to have a good talk with Sarrier. Persuade him to give up something so impure and evil.

Sighing once more, Macedonia stopped thinking about it. He took one last look at the girl who had died in vain, took out a large sack from his backpack and spread it out, very gently carried the body of this skinny girl and gently put it into the sack as if he was coaxing his own daughter to sleep as gently as he could. At this moment, watching all this Paladin smiled more and more bizarrely. Suddenly gently pushed open the wooden door, straightened up and leaned on the edge of the door, his eyes flickered with a shivering light like an abyssal demon, and he gently skimmed his mouth, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Upon hearing this voice, Macedonia, who was squatting, stared suddenly, and quickly took the two daggers from his waist with his hands, without even looking at them, twisted his hands and threw the two daggers out! That's not to mention, Macedonia kept moving his hands, and immediately followed the force of twisting his waist just now, spun to stand up, and drew out his sword as smoothly as a cloud and flowing water. He raised his head, looked at the black figure leaning against the door in front of the door, and was about to rush to cut this ignorant person to death on the spot!

When it was too late, Paladin who was leaning against the door saw the two daggers flying towards him with a violent cracking sound, his eyes just flashed with disdain, gently inclined his head, and the two daggers thumped and nailed into Paladin's side. It seemed so easy to maneuver! Brush! Suddenly a flash of silver light flashed in front of his eyes, Macedonia stepped on a vigorous pace and rushed up, and a sword went straight for Paladin's throat! But Paladin frowned slightly, although he was a nominal subordinate, but a guard attacking himself, that was really not something to be happy about.

Paladin quickly raised his hand, and accurately and incomparably gripped the incoming sword! That charging Macedonia was immediately forced to stop in his tracks! The shock in his eyes was a full expression of disbelief. Because he saw that an ordinary hand had actually gripped his sword with all his might, and the huge force on that palm even prevented him from advancing half an inch! It was as if what was in front of him was not a person, but a wall, a very huge wall!

"It's time to stop, if you give an inch, don't blame me for removing your limbs." Such a familiar voice was conveyed with tiresome emotion, when Macedonia saw that the person in front of him was Paladin. The shock that came over him in that instant scared him so much that he let go of his grip on his sword and froze back, pointing at Paladin's disdainful face with his mouth open, unable to utter a single word.

But Paladin didn't have the time to pay attention to this idiot. He just slightly glanced at the girl's corpse in the sack, and suddenly revealed a teasing smile and said, ''I can't see that a noble Templar would even do such a thing. Does our honorable Archbishop Sarrier enjoy this tone? Then don't you help him with the aftermath every time?"

Macedonia, whose shock quickly calmed down, took a deep look at Paladin, and suddenly stepped forward to pass him, closing the door tightly with one hand.

Then he turned back to the sack and squatted down in front of it, strangling it with one hand and carrying it over his body. On one side, Paladin walked to himself and sat down on a nearby chair carved with lace and fine fabrics, and looked good-naturedly at Macedonia, who was carrying the body, and said, "Where are you throwing it? The cemetery? The jungle? Or the crypt? None of these are safe, my dear warrior Mr. Macedonia. Personally, I suggest you either feed it to the pigs that eat everything, or chop it up beyond recognition and take it to the kitchens for the cooks to roast. But remember you can't eat at the fort tonight!" Paladin was very rare to open a joke. But the joke was limited to the last sentence, the previous ones were all true thoughts.

"You are a beast! A beast in divine robes!" Macedonia, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly stopped, with a never-told-before anger rolling around in his face, and looked at the very leisurely Paladin to scold him. But Paladin could not make any difference, just stood up and said, "Lord Archbishop has this hobby. As a subordinate, I naturally have to look out for it as well. After all, His Excellency the Archbishop is the savior who is tasked with teaching believers about faith, mercy, and forgiveness." "You are a villain."

Macedonia turned back and said with great contempt. But he was rewarded with Paladin's smile with a sneer, "I am a beast and a villain, what about you? What about His Eminence the Archbishop? Listening to the orders of others and sending innocent people into the arms of despair. Hahaha, poor Macedonia, you are not nobler than me, rather, you and I are just same all the way."