Close to the gate of the Holy Acropolis, the guards who were dozing in the doorway heard the movement coming out, and through the moonlight they looked at the slowly approaching rider, staring greedily at the horse under Todd's seat. After the opponent approached, the church Holy Cross under the black robe made the guards withdraw their eyes in fear.

In this way, Todd entered the city gate smoothly and without risk, and came to the streets of the Holy Acropolis.

The horseshoe fell on the bluestone slab, and a crisp echo echoed throughout the street. This lonely and empty voice set off the holy Acropolis in the night, especially solemn and solemn.

Looking at the scenery on both sides of the street, Todd recalled the description of the city he had read in the library of the monastery, in which the sentence was repeatedly used-"a city built purely for military purposes."

Deep and wide moats, tall and strong walls, row upon row of blacksmith shops, majestic castles... Only when Todd saw this military city with his own eyes did he finally understand why those books mentioned the cities of the Western Parish At that time, a lot of pen and ink will be used to introduce the history and achievements of the Holy Acropolis.

Riding a horse through an uninhabited street, on the way Todd saw that every house had doors and windows closed, and there were no pedestrians at all.

There is no popularity at all on the street. The grass on the green area has long been plucked away, and the only bare roots of the trees have been cut down.

Todd wanted to find the embassy in Twilight City as soon as possible to find out about the embassy, ​​but it also meant that he had to venture into the inner city. Thinking of the fact that there are many forces entrenched there, a little carelessness will expose his identity, and he finally suppressed the urgency.

After much deliberation, he still intends to go to the cathedral of the Holy Acropolis first, and first meet with Tristan, the connector that Rachel introduced.

Riding a horse for ten minutes, the cross crest of the cathedral appeared in Todd's field of vision.

Moving forward, a group of lean-faced catechumens stopped in front of the horses, and shouted at Todd, "Stop! Who?!"

Toddler stopped the horse and lifted his hand, revealing the Holy Cross under the black robe, which drew everyone's exclamation.

"Please... please wait! Let's go and invite Master Pat over!"

Seeing a catechuman panicked running back, Todd, who was sitting on a horse, focused his attention on the cathedral under the night.

A layer of wooden Juma surrounds the entire cathedral, and a simple arrow tower is built on the top of the building.

Worthy of being a military city, even the cathedral is decorated like a fortress.

Todd, who had just uttered such admiration, suddenly found that there were some dried blood stains left immediately, and immediately began to think about what the situation in the city had become.

A few minutes later, a pudgy deacon who was yawning walked out of the cathedral and said impatiently, "Who is it that is so late?"

Seeing the deacon getting closer and closer, Todd took off the hood of the black robe, revealing Felicchild's appearance.

Seeing Todd on the horse, the assistant Pat first opened his mouth wide, then rubbed his eyes inconceivably, and finally hurriedly ran under the horse, took the rein of the horse and walked in, and said with a flattering smile: Lord Lischild! Why don't you say anything in advance if you are coming?!"

Allowing the fat deacon to lead the horse, Todd swaggered into the backyard of the cathedral under the watchful eyes of a group of stunned catechumens.

"Master Felichard, have you ever used dinner? I'll let someone prepare it!" The assistant Pat helped Todd get off his horse, and when the other party stood still, he didn't forget to pat the dust on him.

Is this guy really a member of the church? !

Todd glanced suspiciously at the fat man. This guy's courteous appearance and pleasing expression made him a businessman.

Recalling Felicchild's daily habits, Todd snorted from his nose, ejected a silver moon at Pat with the thumb of his right hand, and asked with a high tone: "Where is Tristan?"

Taking the silver moon lightly and putting it in his pocket without a trace, Pat pointed his finger at the clerk room in the back of the church: "Master Tristan is reading there. Do you need me to take you there?"

"No need." Todd got off his horse and threw Pat a dashing back: "Take care of my horse."

The fat man was busy saying okay, but his left hand hugged his right arm, and his right hand suddenly pointed upwards with a middle finger.

Across the long corridor, Todd came to the door of the clerk's room and knocked on the door panel with his hand.

A voice came from the room: "Who?"

Todd cleared his throat: "The person you are waiting for."

After a while, the door opened.

Tristan, with an inquisitive expression on his face, looked up and down at Todd standing in front of the door, without any intention of giving way.

Helpless Todd took out from under his robe, the token that Rachel gave him before leaving-a drop-shaped earring made of emerald material.

Tristan took the earrings, a softness flashed in his eyes for an instant. Soon, when he returned to normal, he moved away and signaled Todd to come in first.

Todd entered the room, found a comfortable chair at random and sat down, his eyes unconsciously attracted by the things on the desk.

Scattered notes and books, densely written papers, and only a half of dinner.

Tristan ignored Todd, who was looking around. He walked to the desk, sat down slowly, placed Rachel's earrings on the palm of his hand, and watched quietly without saying a word.

Todd had the opportunity to observe Tristan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, by the light of the fire.

Due to long-term fatigue and pressure, Tristan, who is less than 30 years old, seems to have signs of premature aging. With a rickety figure, faint silver wire, and thin cheeks, Todd sighed slightly when he looked at the other party who was very different from the memory.

"She never gave this earring to anyone..."

Todd, who was busy observing Tristan, didn't hear the other person for a while, frowned and asked, "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly. What did you just say?"

Tristan put the earrings on a clean handkerchief, carefully placed them on the table, looking at Todd who looked like Felicchild, and said: "I have received the letter, and she asked me to spare no effort to do my best. Assist you. When danger occurs, make your life the first priority..."

Todd blinked unexpectedly and asked tentatively, "I can ask, why do you follow her instructions?"

"Mr. Ferryschild, make no mistake." Tristan said coldly: "The relationship between me and her is not a subordinate relationship, but a cooperative relationship. The reason I promised to help you is because I owe her a favor."

Knowing that the other party did not see his identity at all, Todd, who was indifferent, shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Well, no matter how you cooperate, as long as you can help me."

"Tell me, how can I help you?"

"I want to get in touch with the mission of Twilight West ~lightnovelpub.net~ Hearing Todd's words, Tristan suddenly straightened up and opened his eyes wide. He looked like a bird of prey that had discovered its natural enemies and was preparing to fight. With a low voice, he asked the person in front of him: "Why do you want to contact the mission of Muxicheng? "

"I have my reasons." Todd moved his neck and said to Tristan with a smile: "Swear to Heavenly Father, I have no ill will to the Mission of the West Side."

Tristan, who did not believe in this promise, shook his head and said, "The Twilight Mission is now located in the inner city of the Holy Citadel. They are under the protection of His Highness Sinclair, and the latter is the same as the church. I can't help it. Arrange for you to meet them."

Todd pondered for a while, and then asked, "Are the staff of the Muxi Mission safe now?"

As if he didn't understand why the other party had this question, Tristan stayed for a while, and then replied: "Although they are all restricted in their personal freedom, they are all safe."

Todd sighed softly: "If you can't meet in private, is it possible to meet in public?"

Tristan thought for a while, then slowly nodded: "The day after tomorrow, there will be a routine ball in the Palace of the Holy Acropolis. You can participate... But I want to remind you in advance that the Muxi Mission is now The focus of everyone, rushing up to talk will definitely cause unnecessary trouble."

"I know this." Todd got up from the chair, first glanced at Tristan, who was pale and sweaty, then looked at the cold leftovers on the desk, and whispered: "Eat these cold The leftovers will only exacerbate your stomachache."

After saying this, under Tristan's surprised gaze, Todd pushed open the door and disappeared into the night.

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