Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Aibo stepped down the cell steps, the damp brick wall, moldy hay, the scene was exactly the same as last night, but the double chains on the iron bars were untied, and he lay lifelessly on the ground.

He turned around and walked up the stone steps quickly, only to find the old priest standing on the steps, looking at him hesitantly.

"He ran away?" Abbot asked.

"No," the old priest shook his head slowly, "he was taken away."

"Who?"

"Captain Berkan."

Berkan was the former captain of the hunting team, a big man with red hair, who was demoted because of a drunken mistake, and Aibo took his place.

He was at odds with Aibo from hair to toe, partly because Aibo had taken his place, and partly because Berkan and Aibo belonged to different factions in the Holy See.Most of what he did was against Ai Bo, and he took pleasure in it.

"Birkan has no right to do that." There was a tinge of sullenness in Abbott's tone, which usually means he's on the verge of blowing up.

"As a matter of fact he has," stammered the old priest, obviously worried that he would be a victim of his rage. "He was also a member of the Templars, with the right to torture sinners."

"where is he?"

"Central Market Square."

As soon as the old priest finished speaking, Ai Bo left the court without looking back.

The central market was located at a crossroads, and at this time the four sides were jammed, as if the entire town had crowded here this time.The whole market is full of excited clamor, and the atmosphere is even worse than that of a carnival.

Aibo didn't encounter many obstacles on the way. The knight captain's attire and the gloomy expression on his face made the crowd automatically open a way for him.

As he approached the center of the carnival, he saw Berkan's huge figure and the right cross stake on the sand at a glance.

Morani tied his hands to the stakes, knees on the ground, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

Waving a leather whip in his hand, Berkan spoke and gestured to the crowd, which aroused bursts of applause.

Aibo didn't know why Bairkan only focused on gestures while holding a whip until he got close, because Morani had already fainted.

I was trapped in the monster's lair for several days. After returning to the town, I didn't receive any treatment or food, and I was exposed to the scorching sun for several hours.If he can still stay awake, Aibo should suspect that he has the blood of the undead. Most people can't last that long even if they drink the blessing potion.

As soon as Aibo appeared, the volume in the square instantly increased by several decibels.Berkan also noticed his appearance, bowed hypocritically, and blinked the small eyes under the messy eyebrows: "Captain, what's your business?"

A cold sword pointed directly in front of him.

"To correct your dereliction of duty." Aibo gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, narrowing his eyes.

"In the name of the Templars, I ask this criminal to confess his crimes before the public. This is my honor and duty. May I ask the captain, what name do you want to use to correct me?"

The whip in Berkan's hand made a crisp sound in the air, and the crowd became noisy, and thousands of eyes turned to Aibo.

"In the name of the Pope, and in the name of the truth."

With a flash of sword light, the whip in Berkan's hand was cut off from the joint of the handle.

"The criminal has not yet been tried and your real duty is to make sure the criminal reaches the Inquisition alive, not to put his life in jeopardy."

"If the news spreads, the whole Holy See will know that you stopped the heretics from being tortured in the street. This is not a wise move." Berkan threw away the handle of the whip, relying on his actions to have the support of the townspeople, with a confident face.

"If you let him die here, your stupidity and self-confidence will spread far and wide faster." Aibo's sword tip stopped firmly in the air without a trace of trembling, "Because of being drunk, let the undead skeleton break through the defensive barrier It's not me, there are never too many jokes in this town, and it doesn't matter to me if you are willing to add another deed."

"you--!"

The incident of Berkan's drunken dereliction of duty was his biggest pain point. Aibo mentioned it in front of so many people, which was more embarrassing to him than stripping him naked in the street.To make matters worse, laughter started to break out among the crowd.The undead skeletons that nearly broke into the city wall are indeed a big joke in the town.

Berkan's face turned from red to white, and then from white to red.His self-esteem did not allow him to flee the scene, so his only choice was to draw out his sword and rush towards Aibo with a roar.

The blades of the two Templars met, sparks flew out.The crowd suddenly exploded.

In the middle of the boiling square, Morani on the cross stakes lowered his head, as if unconscious.

Han Mo: 'I've been in a coma for so long, when will I wake up? '

S999: 'At least wait until they finish playing. '

Han Mo: "I didn't expect Xie Yu's character in this world to be so handsome, and even fight with sound and light special effects." '

S999: 'To be precise, that's called magic. '

Han Mo: 'There is one thing I can't figure out. '

S999: 'Excuse me. '

Han Mo: "It's been a long time. I've called and talked several times. Why hasn't the synchronization rate increased at all?"It's fine if it doesn't rise, but for a common crush with a 20% synchronization rate, is it worth fighting to the death with a sword? '

S999: "According to the known information, Aibo is a character who is good at suppressing emotions. Although the initial value of synchronization rate is not low, if there is no other breakthrough, it is difficult to continue to grow."If it weren't for this, you would need to play in which round. '

Han Mo: 'Yes.But if he's so calm according to what you said, what's the matter with beating that big man to death now? '

S999: 'According to the system analysis, it should be similar to protecting food. '

Han Mo: '...'

S999: 'Even if it's something you don't eat, you can't let others grab it. '

Han Mo: 'You can stop now. '

S999: 'I'll just remind you of the last sentence. '

Han Mo: 'Huh? '

S999: 'It's almost time for you to wake up. '

Morani regained consciousness and groaned in a low voice.When he opened his eyes, he saw Aibo checking his vital signs.

Seeing him wake up again, Aibo let go of his chin.

"It's okay, I just fainted." The knight captain turned his head and explained the situation to the worried old priest beside him.

"So he won't die... in my parish, will he?" the old priest kept making the sign of the sign of the cross.If the prisoner is lost, the Holy See will blame him, which is not something he can bear.

"At the moment it doesn't look like it will."

After Berkan's subordinates supported him to leave, Aibo's personal attendants came belatedly, bringing the food and drinking water that Aibo ordered.

Morani licked his chapped lips, and the blazing sunlight that burned his eyes was blocked by the slender figure.

A shallow saucer filled with water was brought to his lips, and he couldn't wait to lower his head to take a sip.The water moistened his thirsty throat, and he drank the long-lost sweetness in one gulp.

A second dish was handed over, this time a broth simmered with goat's milk, the first slightly decent food he had had in days.

Ai Bo watched him eat with a plate, as if he was feeding an abandoned kitten.

"Drink slowly, it will be troublesome if you choke."

After the broth was finished, Morani still bit the plate with a lot of satisfaction.His eyes brightened again.

"I don't know how to thank you, sir."

"This is my duty, you don't have to thank me, and don't make any other plans." Aibo squatted down, knelt down on one knee, and looked at him, "When the Holy See documents come down, we have to go to the royal city, and that's how it is .As for now..."

Aibo pulled out the dagger and cut open the blood-stained cloth armor and clothing on Morani's waist, exposing the smooth skin and the hideous wounds lying across it.

"...we have to deal with this."