Nine:00 am.

Kobe City, Kitanocho West Park.

Hartman Witt, who has a thug face and a body full of flesh, changed into a sweatshirt, buttoned himself a baseball cap, and walked slowly towards the exit with a black man Hosot Saba, who was in the same outfit.

Both of them are very recognizable in skin color and height. If they don’t know, disguise is necessary.

certainly.

Their current disguise is not exquisite, and it can even be said to be very perfunctory.

But to some extent, it was their intentional.

Although they were full of words, "Ignorance and self-satisfaction will eventually ruin themselves", the two of them were still proud, which was related to their identities.

The two knights don't mind being discovered at all, or, subconsciously, they even want others to discover themselves.

"Saints, the others have gone to the previously determined location and are on standby."

After a few words from the other end of the city, the black Hoshuot Saba took off the earphones from his ear and said to Hartman Witt next to him.

Hartman Weitt nodded, and after knowing, he walked out of Kitano Town West Park casually.

Just next to Kitanocho West Park, there is a Sanmori Inari Shrine, and there is a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva outside the shrine.

As Hartman Witt walked by.

The statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva moved slightly, as if he wanted to retreat.

Hartman Witt glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face full of flesh.

Go forward further.

It's a coincidence.

It is a church.

名叫関西ユダヤ教団.

"Superficial and poor imitation."

The black Hoshuot Saba turned his head and looked at the church, stopped and frowned.

“It is worthy of admiration to take refuge in the Lord.”

Hartman Witt shook his head, then stopped and made a classic prayer position facing the church named Kashiki.

He pointed his forehead and left and right shoulders with his fingers.

"Bless you...then the dust will return to the dust, and the Spirit will return to Him who gave the Spirit."

Hartman Witt whispered.

With his courtesy, he finished.

The entire church not far away seemed to be covered with a faint light, and seemed to have changed. It revealed a sense of sacredness from a distance.

"saint."

The black man Hoshuot Saba was a little surprised, and then sincerely exclaimed: "I am worthy of being the most loyal believer of the Lord."

"You are also a saint, Hoshuot."

"I'm still far behind you."

Hoshuot Sabah bowed in admiration, then straightened his waist and changed the topic: "Saint, what holy relics are we going to get this time?"

"In fact, there is nothing to hide from you. It is the holy relic of the demigod Qihai Sumiko's demigod who swore allegiance to the vassal. A token of the demigod who swore allegiance to the vassal. After a long period of time, it will not lose its effect, but will become more and more heavy and effective."

"Villain loyalty?" Hoshuot Saba was a little surprised. "A demigod loyalty? This is really rare."

"Indeed, I was surprised at first, but I was not surprised when I knew where the holy relics came from."

Hartman Witt walked forward and said, "Although we don't necessarily need it, with that holy relic, we will save a lot of time. After the demigod loses his ability to resist, you will get rid of her believer, the Northland Nanfeng as soon as possible. Then after we go to the police headquarters here, the mission will be completed. Next we will leave Kobe, and we will have a more sacred mission."

"Please rest assured." Hoshuot Saba bent over.

...

About half an hour later.

Kobe Theological Museum is nearly two kilometers away from the police headquarters.

Hartman Witt and Hoszowt Saba, who were wearing baseball caps, stopped.

Not far away is the Yamashu main line.

Although it was a working day and it was still a peak attendance, there were not many pedestrians and vehicles.

When Hartman Twee came over, he saw the notification. He knew what was going on. He looked in the direction where the police headquarters were and smiled disdainfully.

Just then.

A clergy in white hunting clothes walked out of the Theology Hall.

It was the clergyman who had been staying beside Prince Shikoko Fumimi.

He held a box and quickly walked to Hartman Witt and Hoszowt Saba, facing the eyes of both of them, and said nervously: "The thing is here."

Hartman Twe looked at the box and did not rush to reach out to get it, but looked at the clergy in front of him.

He has something to say.

Under Hartman Twiji's oppressive gaze.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on the forehead of the clan. He suppressed his fear and gritted his teeth and said, "... Our prince asked you to minimize the casualties of civilians, and then make sure that Sumiko Shimikai will die here and return this holy relic."

"...Your inner prince has really chosen a good place."

Hartman Twee was silent for a moment, answering questions that were irrelevant, and suddenly looked at the rear of the clergy, where the largest church in Kobe was called Kobe Central Church.

In fact.

There are many religious believers in Kobe, and there are also many related churches, and they are quite large.

It is also for this reason.

Although Hartman Twee and Hoszowt Saba are still suppressed, they are almost negligible.

And this place.

It was chosen by Prince Fushimi Miyaki Tatsuko.

The clergy didn't know what Hartman Twee meant and dared not answer the conversation.

Fortunately.

Hartman Twee did not make the clergy too much embarrassment, and soon continued to speak: "So, I am willing to repay the kindness of your prince. I promise that Sumiko Nichi and his followers will die here."

"Hope so."

The clergyman who served before him immediately breathed a sigh of relief and handed the box on it again.

Hartman Twee slowly raised his hand, opened the box held by the clergy, and took a look inside.

The things inside look very ordinary.

It's just a dull gold seal wrapped in cloth.

The printing surface is square, very small, with a length and width of only three centimeters. There is a snake-shaped button on the platform, and the whole body is only about two centimeters tall, which looks very inconspicuous.

And this inconspicuous golden seal has an unfamous name on the seal of the Wei King.

...

"Wei?"

After the clergy left.

The black man Hoshuot Saba gently weighed the golden seal in his hand, looked at the words engraved on the golden seal, and was a little curious.

Hartman Twee replied casually: "It's probably the country among the Three Kingdoms...? It should be the Three Kingdoms. I don't know this history."

He really doesn't understand.

In fact, he still doesn't know whether Sumiko Nichi was from the Yayoi era or the Ancient Tomb era.

When the black man Hoshuot Saba heard this, he nodded and stopped asking.

"saint……"

"Um?"

Hartman Twee suddenly stopped, interrupted Hoshuot Saba, and looked southeastward.

"……What's wrong?"

"interesting."

Hartman Twee stretched his brows and suddenly asked with a smile: "Houseust, is our sniper who escaped by 'lucky', right nearby?"
Chapter completed!