Section 1 Srick's Past

Late at night, in the dim stone corridor of the tower of Mark Fort, a maid was checking the rooms one by one with a torch in her hand. Since the Lord of Mark, Earl Schwab, conquered the local nobles in the surrounding areas, there were often nobles from all over the world in Mark Fort. They either made good friends with Schwab or came to do business. As the lord, Schwab, of course, had to do his best to ensure that these nobles could eat and sleep well. The novel food and warm kang in Mark also left a deep impression on these noble guests, and they lived happily.

Of course, no matter where the nobles go, they will take their families with them, let alone go to other people's territories to eat and drink. So the nobles, who were talking, took their wives and children, drove their shaky carriages, and entered the Mark Fort under the escort of their followers, and lived in a lot of room. The children's fighting sounds almost overturned the sky. Sometimes, the children's ignorance almost caused fires and other things. So Schwab had no choice but to let the servants in the castle arrange their brows and check the duty table late at night to prevent safety hazards.

"Uh~~~~." The maid walked carefully in the corridor. Today, it seemed that the children were sleeping peacefully under the care of the adults. The cold wind blew in from the window of the castle. The maid wrapped her thick wool shawl. When she walked to the door of the room at the end of the corridor, she heard a strange sound. The sound came from the room. The maid stopped and she listened with her ears. After a moment, the sound came from the room again.

"Mr. Srick?" The maid knocked on the door gently, and the door opened silently, and the wooden door creaked, which was particularly gnarling in this empty and quiet castle. The maid shone with the torch in her hand. The room was very simple. As Schwab's intelligence officer, Srick, could use a more comfortable room, but Srick said that she was used to simple life and rejected Schwab's kindness and chose this position that was the most shady and furthest crowd. The maid moved her body carefully. She wanted to see if Srick was safe on the wooden bed, but on the cold wooden bed there was nothing but straw and messy thick linen quilt.

"Who is it~~." Suddenly the maid felt a blur in front of her eyes, and a bright light shone on her eyes, which made her unable to see anything. The torch in her hand was silently extinguished.

"Ah~~~." The maid screamed and took a few steps back, but because she was too nervous, she tripped over her dress. She sat on the cold ground and looked up at the black shadow in front of her. The black shadow seemed to be holding a sharp dagger in her hand.

"It's you, what are you doing here?" When the bright moon shone in through the window on the upper side of the room, the maid saw that Lord Srick was standing in front of him. He was naked and his muscles full of explosive power were covered with scars. He held a shiny dagger in his hand, and his eyes seemed to emit a creeping light in the darkness, staring at the maid with distrust and vigilant eyes.

"I, I heard something happening in the adult's room, so I came in and took a look." The maid said stutteringly in front of Srick.

"Well, I have nothing to do, don't enter my room casually in the future." Srick put away the dagger in his hand and said to the maid.

"Yes, it's sir." The maid quickly got up, and there was always a cold feeling around Lord Srike. She wanted to leave this terrible room immediately.

"Oh, I'm having a nightmare again, huh~~~." When the maid walked out of the room, Srick sat on his wooden bed. He picked up the dagger and stroked it gently. The maid didn't hear the strange sound wrong. The cried voice was Srick's cry in the dream. In the room where there was no candle light, only moonlight accompanied by, Srick could no longer fall asleep. "It's been a long time since it happened yesterday. That day was similar to today, and it was also this bright moonlight night."

At that time, Srik was a child and was born in a famous water capital in the city-state of Milan. His family was one of the most famous families in the city-state and had a secret recipe for making glass. It can be said that the glass industry in the city-state of Milan came from his family. The most prosperous area in the city-state of Milan was his family mansion, with triangular precious ebony roofs and white marble buildings, which made the nobles of the entire water capital admire it. The members of the family wearing sharp swords and luxurious wool clothing proudly and proudly wore family emblems. Walking on the streets of the water capital, citizens and serfs bent down to salute the noble and wealthy family members.

"Oh, my noblest dear friend." Mayor of Water City, wearing a golden round cake turban and a wide-sleeved costume, came enthusiastically to his father and mother who were carrying Srick.

"Hello, dear mayor." Srick's father nodded slightly to show his salute to the nominal ruler. Unlike other countries, the rule of the city-states of Milan and the various city-states are in the hands of these wealthy noble merchants. The mayor, the governor, and the duke are just superficial rulers.

"Haha, why is the weather good today?" The mayor took back his hands, turned his body and raised his face to pretend to talk about the weather, with a gentle smile on his face. Few people in the Water Capital could not give this family face, let alone the noble in front of him was the patriarch.

"Yeah, so take my son Randolph and Mrs. to the park for a while."

"Yes, yes, the air is very good there. By the way, the city council recently proposed to build a new church. What are your opinions?" the mayor asked carefully.

"Well, is it the idea of ​​those greedy bishops?" Nirulas frowned. The bishops of these churches reached out to the city-state almost every day for money. Their plump bodies had saved enough of the hard-earned money of the merchants in the city-state of Milan, but they still sucked greedily and threatened the souls of the merchants from time to time. They said that not giving up wealth is to dance with the devil. However, as Nirulas knew, there were only one small monastery with a thousand manors, and the archbishops lived a more luxurious life than the princes.

"Yes, this time it was the proposal of Cardinal Edward, the most favored by the Holy Father." After saying that, the mayor swallowed. The cold silver-haired old man scared the mayor. When Lord Edward stared at him, it was as if his body and soul had been pushed to the edge of hell.

"Cunning, greedy, bloodthirsty, shamelessness, these words are not enough to describe this old bastard." Nirulas said angrily, while his wife looked at her husband in horror, and their children looked around innocently and tried to get out of the hand that her mother was holding.

"Mother, I'm going to play by the river." Randolph tried hard to get rid of his mother's hands, and said in a slight voice.

"Be quiet, baby." Nilulas' mother comforted.

"Don't, my friend, Lord Edward's eyes and ears are everywhere." The mayor looked around in horror.

"Hmph, I won't agree. If you want to build a church, let him take out his own pocket. I won't give him a single baby here." Nirulas pulled up his wife and children without looking back and left. The guards beside him looked at the mayor with unfriendly eyes.

"Hey, what should I do?" The mayor knew that without the support of Nilulas and his family, this resolution would never be passed in the city council. He patted his thighs in distress and looked at Nilulas who were leaving.

"What's wrong? It seems that things are not going well?" At this time, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a gray cloak walked out of the shade of the big tree, and he said to the mayor.

"Yes, yes, I did my best, really did my best." The mayor said with a pale face.

"Then, okay, the rest depends on us." The man looked at Nilulas's back and showed a contemptuous smile on his lips. In the past few hundred years, many kings and dukes tried to be enemies with the church, but they had no good ending. It seemed that Nilulas didn't understand.

"Bold, heresy, demon, I will burn him alive." In the Cardinal's monastery, in the bedroom decorated with gold and silk, Cardinal Edward was furious and smashed a fine porcelain into pieces. Although this cardinal, who was loved by the Holy Father, was still energetic, and his desire and greed for power and money surpassed everyone.

"Please speak, sacred lord." The man held a wide-brimmed hat in his hand. There was a deep scar on the right side of his face. He knelt on one knee on the ground motionlessly and let the pieces of porcelain hit him.

"Disobedience to me means disobeying the Holy Father, disobeying the Holy Father means disobeying the church, disobeying the church means disobeying God. There is only one end for those who disobey God. Do you understand?" Cardinal Edward glanced at the man and said viciously.

"I understand." The man bent down and stood up and walked to Cardinal Edward, kissed the ring on Cardinal's left hand devoutly, and then slowly retreated. When he reached the door, Cardinal Edward's voice sounded again.

"Take the heresy judge of the Inquisition with you and don't let anyone go."
Chapter completed!