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Chapter 33 - Nightmare 1

Chapter 33: Nightmare (1)

Location: Geneva, the main city of the Holy Roman Empire-50 kilometers north.

Rossio and his soldiers were advancing in the forest. Horseshoes stomped on the soil. The trail of mud splashing made him feel sick. The dirty and rotten branches made him endure the surrounding environment with all his strength.

Rossio didn’t go along the forest for no reason. He didn’t take the big road. He believed that these rebels would hide in the forest, and only the forest would provide them with a place to hide.

The boy and his father who had been killed were confirmed to be not innocent farmers. Their house was searched, and they were hiding infidels.

The poor thing was his two daughters who survived. Rossio intended to raise them and rent them to a brothel, so that they could bring him a steady stream of money. Even if it was not much, it was money for Rossio. With money, he could climb to a higher position.

God would forgive him, and he would raise them with a “compassionate heart”. They had to pay him back. As for the dead boy and his father, they were killed because they were infidels. Even if they were not, they helped the heretics. They should pay the price for that.

Rossio believed that God hated infidels, and punishment would inevitably be accompanied by innocent sacrifices. God must agree with this very much.

Rossio found the extinguished fire in the woods. It was this fire that sent its slender white smoke to the sky. Rossio got off the horse, took off his shiny arm armor, and stretched out his hand in the remaining ashes. He could clearly feel the heat from the ashes.

It seemed that the heretics who had fled from Geneva hadn’t left for long.

The pagans clearly discovered that he killed the boy and the old man. It was the two of them who were like cockroaches reminding the pagans who hid in the dark. If it weren’t for them, Rossio would have hunted silently like a wolf, otherwise he would tear the throats of the infidels and licked off the blood they splashed on the fire.

The two knight leaders knelt beside Rossio. They loyally placed their right hand on their chest. Rossio liked their expression of loyalty. The two knight leaders listened to every word of Rossio religiously, like listening to the priest’s sermon when attending mass.

“There are seven or eight people, and they are going to the north, which is exactly the same as our destination,” Rossio said that he learned his tracking skills from his father. He had told him about this that the stupidest beast would walk on two legs, and both legs would completely expose their footprints in the muddy forest.

“Something is hiding.” Rossio asked to poke a pile of rotting leaves. The leaves seemed like someone deliberately stacked it together, but this pile of leaves is obviously a little higher than the pile of dead leaves scattered around. It seemed that they hurriedly covered up when they ran, which also meant that these guys were somewhere around here.

“Battered bag.” When Rossio opened the bag, he found a clean white cloth and candles, and there was also a yellow tarp. Rossio placed the tarp under the sun to observe. Tourniquet. This showed that at least one of the heretics was injured.

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“Honorable guardian knight, look at this.” A knight leader found an unburnt code from other leaves. This was exactly the compassionate teaching issued by the religion.

The knight holding the scorched black code laughed, and he seemed to want to appeal to Rossio.

“Shut up!” Rocio made a gesture. He walked forward and pricked his ears. He was like a wild wolf listening to the sounds around him. They were still here, and Rossio could feel it.

These damn heretics were hiding in the forest watching him. Rossio took a few steps forward. The sneaky noises in the forest only rang and disappeared. This time, he heard nothing except the shaking of the leaves.

“Damn the forest.” Rossio raised the yellow cloth in his hands that was exuding pungent ointment.

“Hey!” Rossio growled loudly.

“Have you forgotten something? For example, some kind of wound medicine? Don’t you want to take it away now? If you come out, you may be forgiven by God.”

The only response he got was the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind. The forest was fooling him again.

Rossio threw the yellow cloth full of ointment into the hands of the knight leader next to him, and he turned and sat on his horse.

Rossio was not so stupid. How could he chase these heretics in this perilous forest, as long as he arrived in Goning, these bastards would be revealed sooner or later.

He was not in a hurry. No matter how fast these pagans heard the news, they weren’t faster than his horses. Besides, passing through the gate of the main city of Goning was ordered to be blocked by the Pope half a month ago. In addition to the city’s clergy, they could come and go freely. Others could only go in, not go out, including the Lord.

The pagans could only sneak into Goning by walking through the mountains, and they were also injured. The yellow medicated cloth in this bag was the best proof. Before they arrived in Goning, Rossio would have already reached Goning.

Rossio was correct. His prey was watching him in the forest. Seven or eight men in ragged clothes were hiding in the muddy grass. Mosquitoes bit their skins, and their eyes were always fixed on Rossio.

Rossio took his soldiers back on horseback, and the shade of the trees along the way dyed their armor black with his own figure.

Rossio almost caught them, he needed to get his men behind them.

However, it didn’t matter.  He would find them again, like a wild wolf with a keen sense of smell.

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