Chapter 27: Life and Death Battle on a Rainy Night (Part )
The damp secret passage was covered with moss, and water drops condensed from the gaps between the stone bricks fell on people's heads.

In the narrow path that was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, the flickering light of the torches and the chaotic footsteps scared away a passing big black rat.

Four armed monks walked in the front, followed by Durdafu, and behind them was the witch who was held hostage by seven or eight night guards.

The witch was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and was held under the armpits by the shoulders of a night watch guard who was just over 1.6 meters tall. The left side was higher than the right side, giving the illusion of climbing a spring mountain.

After that, there were three armored soldiers who were left behind.

"Hurry up, before they find this secret passage. Tsk, hurry up, do you want me to kneel down and beg you, you bastard?"

Walking in the second row, Durdafo hurriedly urged the armed monks in chain mail in front of him.

Huddled up in his bed, the always meticulous Durdafer only had time to grab a piece of black bread for food.

The situation was urgent. The damn Knight Commander of the Temple didn't even know that the gate of the monastery had been breached without any warning.

Now the monastery was crowded with people, knives and hammers were dancing, and broken teeth mixed with blood were flying in the air.

The continuous shouting and screaming could be faintly heard even in the tunnel.

This is the secret party members turning the table.

Durdafo knew it well, but he also knew that nothing these secret party members said would harm his life.

Only the radical fanatics of the Secret Party and the Church's mortal enemies, the Witch Secret Party, would have the desire to kill him.

He would not lose his life, but he would never allow the secret party to rescue the witch Carrie from prison.

As for other things, just give in. Your life is more important.

After all, Durdafer was from the choir and was one of “their own” and would not be punished too severely.

Now is the time when Abbot Juanno of Blago Monastery and Metropolitan Constance are fighting the most fiercely, and there must be no mistakes.

So he had already arranged a secret retreat route. As soon as the rebellious refugees attacked the monastery, he would simply take the witch and escape through the hole.

As long as we can protect this witch and the secret in her belly, it will still be a great achievement.

Looking back at the witch Carrie who was unconscious after being poured with holy water, Durdafu felt a little relieved.

But just as he turned his head, a strong gust of wind carrying moisture rushed into the tunnel and blew out all the torches.

Spitting out a mouthful of rain, Durdafo hurriedly put on his hood and said, "My Lord, what's going on?"

The monk who pushed open the wooden door of the secret passage pressed the hood on his head and said, "Father, it's raining heavily outside."

"The rain is getting heavier again?" Durdafo was a little surprised, but he gritted his teeth and continued to shout, "Never mind, let's go to the river. After the mission is completed, not only will there be a promotion, but each person will also receive a reward of 50 solas!"

Coming out of the tunnel one after another, Durdafu looked up at the sky.

Blue-black clouds completely occupied the sky, and amid the rumbling thunder, strong winds almost blew out all the torches.

"Don't light the torches yet. Let's go there in the dark so as not to get discovered." After wiping the rain off his face, Durdafo ran towards the river with his belly bulging, panting.

The rest of the people surrounded him and also ran towards the river.

Apparently, the secret party had not expected that there was such a secret passage in Durdafu, and the road to the river was unobstructed.

The Honey River was surging in the heavy rain, and the reefs formed by eaves and gyre trees were looming between the water plants and the black water.

When they arrived at the temporary dock where ships were usually docked, Durdafer suddenly stopped his hurried steps.

The original dock has been submerged in water, and the poplar tree that served as a landmark is half submerged in water, and the things under the tree have disappeared.

Durdafo rubbed his eyes, but still saw nothing.

The small boat he had hidden here in advance, the five or six rafts and three longboats with ten people moored at the temporary dock, were all gone.

Lightning struck, and with the help of the light, Durdafo once again confirmed that this was the place where he had hidden the boat before, and both the place where the boat was hidden and the dock were empty.

"Where's the boat?"

"Ah?" "I'm asking you where is your boat? Where is my boat?" Grabbing one of the bald monks by the back of his collar and pulling him in front of him, Durdafu yelled into his ear.

"Where did this go?"

"Didn't you arrange it? Where is it?"

"I can't get there. Maybe the water level rose and he was washed away."

He kicked the monk hard on the coccyx, making his face as livid as Durdafer's own.

"Damned secret party, they expected that I might transfer by water, and collected all the nearby ships in advance." Cursing with gritted teeth, Durdafu pointed to the front.

"Let's go, keep searching along the river. We're sure to find one. I don't believe we can take all the boats away."

Surrounded by a group of monks and guards, the sounds of wind, rain, and shouts of killing were ringing in his head, and Durdafu could not help but feel anxious.

It's just this one moment, just this one chance.

The throne of the cathedral canon and even of the bishop was beckoning to him.

Every time at this time, Durdafer would miss Gilo.

Although he was just a demon hunter, he always managed to arrange things properly and rarely made mistakes.

If he had known earlier, he would not have sent him out to investigate. But since that matter was involved, Durdafo was really afraid that something might go wrong if he sent such an inconsiderate guy.

Along the river, Durdafo lost the shoes he was looking for, his clothes were torn, and his delicate white arms were bruised and purple.

They searched around but couldn't find a boat, but the shouting and screaming in the mountains and forests were getting closer and closer.

Just when he was in despair, a night watchman with good eyesight suddenly shouted:
"Look, sir, there's a ship."

Wiping the rain from his eyes with a handkerchief, Durdafo looked carefully and saw that there was indeed a boat anchored by the river. It was actually a long boat that could carry ten people.

It was struggling forward in the wind and clouds. Just in front of the longboat, the simple raft overturned in the water, and a dark figure staggered past the bushes.

"It's Gilo's ship!" a familiar monk shouted, "Gilo is back, great!"

Yes, Jilo’s figure was blurry in the wind and rain, but he could recognize the steel sword Durdafu on his back.

"Praise the power of my Lord, thank you for helping your devout believers overcome difficulties." After drawing the word "屮" on his forehead, Durdafo, who was overjoyed, thanked Messiah and shouted to the rest of the people.

"Hurry, hurry, let's go there quickly."

Durdafo lifted up his large priest's robe, stepped into the mud, and stumbled towards the boat.

Coincidentally, the boat just docked at this time.

With unprecedented agility, Durdafo's huge body stepped over the bow in a few steps and stepped into the boat.

After he stepped onto the boat, the boat, which was originally swaying, suddenly became as stable as the ground.

Like a young swallow returning to its nest, he strode forward, his fat flesh swaying, and tightly hugged "Jilo" who was carrying a steel sword on his back.

I thought I was doomed, but unexpectedly I was saved by this demon hunter.

Durdafo was so grateful that he kissed "Gilo" hard on both cheeks.

This is the highest etiquette for the Franks to express closeness and gratitude.

With a sigh of relief, Durdafer finally recovered from the excitement, but he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The touch on my arm and the height of the person in front of me were not right.

He remembered that Jilo was not that short, and was much stronger than the one he was hugging.

A flash of lightning struck, illuminating everything in the world.

With their noses touching, Durdafer and Horn, who were hugging each other, looked at each other in bewilderment.

(End of this chapter)