Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Han Mo was desperately trying to figure out where the 20% synchronization rate came from.

Han Mo: "Is the opening synchronization rate so high?"I'm a wanted criminal he hunted down before, and if the memory of the original owner is correct, he was demoted and transferred to this place where birds don't lay eggs because I escaped from him.It's not bad if the synchronization rate doesn't become negative, but there's still 20? '

S999: "Being a wanted criminal doesn't prevent him from having a good impression of you, can't people just want some excitement?" '

Han Mo: 'I thought we were hostile camps. '

S999: 'According to system analysis, opposite qualities sometimes tend to attract each other. '

Han Mo: "I always feel that your words are becoming more and more intriguing..."

After the patrol team returned to the town, Abbott escorted Morani to the church court.

The referee has a dungeon, and Morani was imprisoned in the dungeon, the spell on his hand has not been untied, and there are two iron chains on the door.

He could vaguely hear Aibo talking to the old priest about his whereabouts at the entrance of the dungeon.The former head of the Imperial Guard Knights wanted to escort him back to the Imperial City, but before that, he had to submit an application, notify the religious court, and obtain permission to enter the city.

The old priest made the sign of the cross while telling the details.

"The crime of blasphemy cannot be easily forgiven. It must be handed over to the court for judgment and purified in a reasonable way. Before that, the soul of the criminal is not allowed to be liberated."

It means that Aibo must ensure that Morani can go through the religious trial alive and not let him die casually in other ways.

"However, as a member of the Templars, you have the right to test the criminal to make him confess his guilt and repent."

It means that Abbott can torture Morani in any way he likes.

Ai Bo listened to the old priest's instructions with a blank expression, no one knew how he made up his mind.Although there is no official order yet, in principle, the responsibility of guarding Morani falls on his shoulders, as long as no one is killed, he can do whatever he wants.

This border town has not detained a serious criminal for a long time.Burning, hanging, and chariots are inspiring events that exist only in the descriptions of the elders.The most recent alley news that people talk about is that four months ago, an undead skeleton broke through the defensive circle outside the city wall for some reason, and was finally annihilated by a patrol team three miles away from the city wall.For the rest of the time, life in this small town is boring, and there is nothing worth talking about.

So Aibo can be said to shoulder the expectations of the entire town.The news of the arrest of the wanted man in the wilderness has already spread, and the residents are speculating on what kind of method he will use to honor the Pope. Will it be a public torture that lasts an entire afternoon, or a humiliating punishment executed in a downtown market?

The old priest fetched a stack of yellowed paper, slowly wrote the content of the report to apply to the religious court, and asked Aibo to sign and mark it.This document will be sent to Wangcheng by postal courier on time tomorrow morning, and it is expected to arrive within seven days.

Morani's fate was thus determined, and he himself sat against the dark and damp dungeon wall with his hands tied behind him, with a calm expression on his face.He has no idea of ​​the bad luck that may befall him.

When Ai Bo finished dealing with the troublesome procedural issues and walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon, what he saw was his calm and almost ignorant expression.

He approached the dungeon, through the iron bars, and the scene of Morani being brought to court for trial appeared in his mind.A jury of priests and nobles will ask him a series of questions.

"Assassin, what's your name?"

The young assassin raised his head, his face was clean despite his rags and blood.

"Molane. Morani Black." A smile appeared on the clean face, "I also know that your name is Abo Albican, which is engraved on that dagger."

"Why did you appear in the wasteland?" Aibo continued to ask.

If he absconded with the crime of assassinating the prince, he could go in other directions, leave the country, and go outside the Pope's sphere of influence.The Assassin's bounty is enough to last the entire journey, and he must have other skills to make a living.

Now he was nearly killed by the fangs of monsters, and trapped in the dungeon of the Inquisition, waiting to pay a terrible price for his crimes.

What was the reason for him to choose to come to this place?Hadn't he considered the possible risks?

Morani suppressed his smile, obviously thinking about how to explain this question.

Finally, he tilted his head, stared at the dagger at Aibo's waist and said with a smile, "I borrowed something from you, and I think I should return it to you."

Aibo touched the short sheath of the dagger reflexively.This statement was far-fetched, and it seemed like he was joking casually, but he only pursed his lips and did not refute.It was impossible to tell from his expression whether he was happy or angry after hearing this sentence.

He stood quietly outside the iron bars.

Their eyes locked on each other, for the first time since they first met they had the opportunity to look at each other carefully.

Morani's figure was thinner than Aibo's impression, but without a doubt, it was full of toughness and explosive power.His hair was a mess of black, with locks of curly hair hanging down the corners of his eyes, and amber eyes that gleamed in the darkness.His complexion is fair, and his facial features mixed with foreign blood can be called exquisite, which is the kind of appearance that would appear in the slave market.In short, he looks good.

Ai Bo seldom thinks a person is beautiful, although in the past he was surrounded by beautiful princesses and noble ladies.His aesthetic preference is obviously different from that of ordinary men, which broke the hearts of a large number of girls in Wangcheng.Aibo's appearance is in line with the standard of most girls' dream lovers. His long pale golden hair is neatly tied behind his head, and his emerald green pupils can be compared to the gemstones on the Pope's scepter.

Now he stood still in the shadows, his chiseled silhouette like a perfect marble statue.

Morane stared at the shadow cast by his browbones, the lines of his lips and chin, the breastplate made of fine wrought iron, and the cloak embroidered with the knight's arms, imagining the strong and powerful texture under the costume.

"Will I be forgiven for returning what belongs to you, sir?" he asked softly.

Aibo still pursed his lips.

Then his cloak dragged across the wet stone, and the spurs on his boots clattered on the stone steps.

Morani watched him until he disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Ai Bo missed the opening hours of the restaurant and returned to his residence on an empty stomach.

He didn't feel hungry, and what troubled him more than hunger was a growing turmoil inside him that couldn't be quelled.He sat down at the table, closed his eyes and began to pray.While chanting the prayer, a raging fire appeared in his mind, those tortured sinners were thrown into the woodpile alive, and their eardrums were hurt by their shrill screams.

"Omniscient God," he thought of the assassin's name, Morani, which meant black in the ancient language.

"No one can be trusted but you," he thought of those bright amber eyes.

"I ask for your love and pity, and I ask for your strength." He thought of the bloody holes in the assassin's abdomen, which penetrated deep into the viscera, faintly exuding a decaying air.

"...I beg your forgiveness." He thought of the silent figure in the dungeon, overlapping with the scorched and curled body in the firelight.

He shook his head, untied the dagger from his waist, and slapped it heavily on the table.

The next morning, Aibo had breakfast at the station of the hunting team. After eating and drinking, he walked towards the referee.

The old priest was commanding two servants to weed in the backyard, but no one greeted him in the main hall, so he didn't care, and went straight down to the dungeon.Only halfway down the steps, he felt something was wrong.

The dungeon was empty, and Morani was gone.