“Saved.”

The man purred a rumbling sound from his throat. At this time, he felt cold hands and feet, all over his body was weak, and he would fall off his horse almost at any time.

The guards under the city gate were also alarmed by the movements on the streets. They stared at the dark streets in the distance with vigilance. When they saw figures appearing on the streets in the distance, they immediately issued a loud warning.

"Save me, I am the King's messenger!"

The chaser shouted with all his strength.

The guards at the city gate were in agitation, and at this moment, an officer wearing half-armor came to the front of the guards in a few steps.

"Stop immediately, otherwise you will shoot an arrow!"

The officer shouted at the people running wildly, while the demonstrators raised the sword in their hands.

The guards raised their weapons one after another, and the archers on the city wall also pointed at the people below.

"It's really damn, just one step away!"

The leader spoke in dismay, but he still did not dare to attack the soldiers rashly. After pulling the reins of the mount and making a circle around the street, the people looked at the prey that had already run to the guards and could only curse in a low voice.

The pain on his back had turned into numbness. After the soldier insisted on passing through the defense line formed by the guards, he finally swayed and fell down from his horse.

"I am the king's messenger, messenger..." But despite this, he continued to repeat, because he knew that only in this way could he save his life.

I just don't know if it was the hallucination caused by excessive blood loss. Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to hear the officer who was looking at him saying in a very low voice: "I know who you are, I'm waiting for you."

In the Cathedral of Zaragoza, the elderly archbishop was lying on the bed, gasping for difficulty.

Every season he will suffer from rheumatism due to the gradually colder weather, and this pain is just beginning now. As the weather gets colder, the humid climate of Liberia will make him feel as if he has experienced a punishment in hell.

A priest pushed the door and came to the bed and said respectfully: "Sir, the person you are looking for has been found, and they sent him to the prayer hall behind."

The archbishop, who was originally in pain, suddenly became energetic. With the help of the priest, he sat up hard, then put on a robe tremblingly, and then walked out with the priest support.

The cathedral in the middle of the night was no longer solemn and terrifying, and the echo of the steps made by the two people walking in the corridor was like the ones described as the whispering of the devil in hell.

The Prayer Hall is an octagonal building, which still has traces of Moorish culture. However, it is said that when the cathedral was demolished and built as its predecessor, King Alfonso VI of Castile at that time specially instructed the small building to keep.

The prayer hall has a spiraling downward basement, which is a cemetery that houses the tombs of several former kings of the Kingdom of Aragon.

Several people were waiting there, among them the leader of the group who was chasing the soldiers on the street, and the officer guarding the city gate.

The soldier was already unconscious and fell to the ground. Sweat flowed from his head and his body could not stop shaking.

"What's wrong with him?" the Archbishop asked, looking down at the soldiers.

"Sir, he is not very obedient, so we helped him a little." The leader said a whisper, but when he saw the other people silent, he took two steps back awkwardly.

"Sir, someone has seen it when I brought him out," the officer whispered. "Maybe Ferdinand will know about it soon."

"So what," the Archbishop glanced at the officer and glanced at the others. "You should have known from the beginning that our actions would make His Majesty the King very upset, but I don't want lies to blind their eyes, or someone is willing to listen to those stories of singing and dancing. But we can't. Don't look at Aragon to change a king, but you must never change the Archbishop easily."

"Of course, sir," the officer bowed respectfully, "we know what to do, and we are loyal to you."

"You are wrong, no child. You are not loyal to me, but to God and Jesus Christ. But Ferdinand makes this piety of God sometimes difficult. You must know that the war between him and the Regent of Castile has affected the dignity and authority of the churches of the two kingdoms."

The Archbishop looked at the soldier on the ground again: "Wake him up, I want to know what news he has brought to Ferdinand?"

A scoop of cold water poured on the man, and the soldier woke up immediately with excitement. He struggled to get up, but he was dizzy and fell to the ground, until he saw an old man's kind face gradually approaching him in a vague way.

"Tell me what you know about your child, and what the king asked you to do," the Archbishop asked the soldier softly in the reassuring tone that he usually preached. Then he turned his head slightly and approached the soldier's trembling lips, and then nodded slowly.
Chapter completed!