Chapter 126 So You Also...

"You see, this is the slope for getting off the horse, because the terrain here is very steep. It's easy to fall if you don't get off the horse."

"Ten miles ahead from here is Jeanne d'Arc Castle. Ahead is Gray Furnace Town. I have to hide there."

As they walked, Halkin talked merrily, and Grampven told Horn that he had never seen a dwarf so talkative.

On the road wrapped around the farmland hillside, a long black dragon slowly moved forward, attracting many migrant workers who were working on the land to look up and curiously.

The foremen's whips and scolding followed.

The ground is covered with golden autumn leaves, which sway gently in the breeze and fall to the ground like gold coins.

There were still mountains on the left side of Horn and his companions, but on the right side it had turned into an endless plain. Only in the misty clouds could the afterimages of the green mountains be seen.

After a day's walking, Horn finally arrived at the designated location at noon on November 11.

A long convoy of the Papal States was stationed on the roadside, waiting for the arrival of the special envoy of Duke Dane of Kush.

After contacting the White Mountain Hermitage, Sissi successfully returned to the team, but Carrie only showed up last night, saying that she encountered some difficulties and then disappeared again.

Sitting on a tree stump by the roadside, watching the villagers playing and having fun, Horn felt a lot more relaxed than before.

Those tense days were over, and there was a smooth road ahead for him.

Horn had almost figured it out. Given the current situation, his strategy of peaceful rise was no longer feasible.

As for those blue-blooded orphans, Horn had decided to pass their letters and messages to their families and send them home.

As for the church's actions and the unknown person's entrustment, Horn made three plans.

The first one is Carrie. Judging from various circumstances, she is indeed a high-ranking member of the secret party. The secret party is naturally incompatible with the church, and these evidences are just weapons.

The second is Duke Dane. Judging from the intelligence collected so far, he is at least on the side of the people of Thousand River Valley.

For the Duke of Darnay, who was seeking independence, this evidence was the best reason to revolt.

You know, there are very few people in the Thousand River Valley who have not experienced their children being led away by the Green Pied Piper.

The third plan is naturally Horn himself. If the first two are not achieved, then it will be his turn to attack the church.

Dana is short-term, Carrie is medium-term, and by the time they are all unable to do it, the fully developed Horn should have picked up the clockwork Maxim.

Horn had asked, and as long as he could confirm his identity as a witch, he would immediately be able to obtain a small town as a witch territory.

Isn't this the farming phase that Horn is familiar with?

He is confident that he can become a big shot, but that also takes time and development.

After all, what can his 1200 men do?
They are called the four major legions, but they can only fight against the mountain mercenary groups which are also a motley crowd.

There is still no way to deal with the White Maple mercenaries led by Hakuto.

Don't be like those villagers who think they are invincible just by relying on imagination and determination.

The material basis cannot be ignored.

If there was no clockwork technology, Horn's original path of taking the city route and rising peacefully would be the best solution.

If you can't beat it, just join.

But he has enormous magic power and a clockwork gun, and starting from the secret party and moving forward slowly, it becomes a good path.

He had his reasons for never making peace with the Church.

After all, we still need to have a base first and then develop slowly. Running around like this is not a solution.

As for the villagers, Horn was still racking his brains over when to tell them the truth.

"You must be Lord Horn." A gentle male voice sounded, interrupting Horn's thoughts.

Hearing that person actually calling Horn's name, the surrounding Guards soldiers immediately glared at him.

About three feet away, a man in a purple wide-sleeved shirt and green wool tights was bowing politely to Horn.

"Are you His Excellency the Duke's special envoy?"

The man immediately turned his wrist, touched his chest, stepped back and bowed: "It is Castilol of the Xiban family. If you want, please call me Casti."

After both parties confirmed their identities, they exchanged some pleasantries and finally got down to business.

"When can I see the Duke of Darnay?"

"I regret to inform you that His Excellency the Duke is not in Château Jeanne d'Arc now."

"Not in Jeanne d'Arc?" Horn frowned, "Then during this period of time..."

"Don't worry." Casti, who was wearing eye-catching tights, smiled and said, "I am the most trusted courtier of the Duke. I know everything. I also made all the arrangements for you."

"Then when can he come back?" Horn would not rashly hand over the evidence in his hand to others. He must hand it over to Duke Darnay personally.

"We told the public that the Duke was on a blind date." Casti lowered his voice, "But he was actually training his secret army."

Secret Army?

Horn whispered, "What is the secret army?"

"It's unspeakable. He will definitely be back before December." Casti showed a mysterious smile. "Now, please bring your 'people' and follow me to the camp."

The Papal States' convoy was on the move again. "Before we enter the camp, can you do me a small favor?" Casti whispered again after walking a few steps.

"What's the deal?"

"We have received a number of 'short-haired thieves' before. They have been restless recently and may need to use your prestige..."

"Let me take a look first..."

After walking a distance forward, a camp surrounded by a low fence appeared in front of Horn.

After standing still, Casti introduced: "You will also be stationed nearby."

Standing on tiptoe, Horn looked around.

This is a ruin, covered with weeds, with broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and only a few dilapidated houses left.

This was supposed to be a town, but it was later abandoned.

The boots stepped over the muddy road, following Casti, and walked into the camp.

Countless straw huts and tents were piled together in a mess, and men, women, old and young with dirty faces walked around without a care in the world.

Above everyone's heads, parallel to the ground, there is an airspace exclusive to fleas.

Horn could even see with his own eyes that the fleas were covering the entire camp like a huge net.

At the edge of the grass, a dirty drunkard squatted there, drinking and excreting waste openly.

Not far from him, three dogs were watching him hungrily. It was foreseeable that when the drunkard stood up, there would be a fierce fight.

Resisting the urge to vomit, Horn and his companions bypassed several wooden barracks, jumped over trenches filled with drunkards and corpses, and finally arrived at a crowded place.

This yellow-green grass was crowded with people of all kinds. Horn roughly counted and estimated that there were more than two thousand people within his sight.

In the center of the crowd, a two-foot-high gray-brown wooden platform rose from the ground.

"What is this place for?"

"I, I, I..." Castiel said for a long time with a constipated look on his face, "I don't know how to explain it. You should read it yourself."

Covering his mouth and nose, Horn squeezed forward a distance. He opened his eyes in the pungent stench and was finally able to see clearly.

The sky was high and the clouds were light, and hawks were chasing birds in the sky. In the idle sunshine, torches were burning at the four corners of the pinewood platform.

Horn could clearly see that in the center of the wooden platform was a skinny man who was shaking the black cloak in his hands and dancing and jumping wildly.

This is?

“Uh-oh-oh-oh—”

The skinny man spun and jumped, with his eyes closed, and made unintelligible noises from his mouth.

Throwing the black cloak in his hand away, he squatted almost to his knees, grabbing his neck frantically.

But the next second, he jumped up on his knees, did a split in the air like a ballet dancer, and kept falling and jumping like a spring.

“Eh yeah yeah yeah yeah——”

The man let out a meaningless cry and raised his hands high, shaking them crosswise, which were very similar to the flower hands Horn had seen in his previous life.

The muscles on his cheeks kept twitching as if he was experiencing some extreme pain, and his face looked as hideous as a demon.

So you also...

Looking at the dancing figures on the wooden stage, Horn felt so embarrassed that his whole body went numb and his teeth ached.

"Hiss." He didn't even dare to look up, but just lowered his head and muttered, "This is so embarrassing."

As the muttering ended, Horn heard the strange cry suddenly stop, and it was replaced by a dull "bang" sound, and there was a burst of commotion around him.

When I looked up, I saw the man who jumped up lying on the ground with a ferocious face. It seemed that he had fallen down.

But the man who was performing the shaman dance did not panic.

As if he was having an epileptic seizure, he was foaming at the mouth and crawling on the ground, and he used dust and dog shit to wipe away the blood on the tip of his nose and the tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Whoa!"

As if struck by lightning, the man straightened his body and stood up from the ground.

The ferocious face disappeared into serenity, and he stood straight, as if frozen in ice, motionless.

The people below swallowed nervously, waiting for the final result.

By this point, Horn's embarrassment had faded, and he waited with equal curiosity to see who he was going to bring down to earth.

This lasted for seven or eight seconds before he suddenly shuddered and yelled, "Drink!"

The man turned his legs inward, placed his palms together, and made a pose commonly used by kindergarten children when taking photos.

Slowly opening his eyes, his gaze was fixed ahead where there was no one. His expression was extremely solemn and holy, as if he was enveloped by holy light.

"Listen, believers—"

"I am the Holy Grandson!"

(End of this chapter)