Chapter 420 7.74 The Road Home (8)

Mushi Master exploded into more than 100 fireflies again.

He carefully searched every inch of land in the 10 houses around him. From the courtyard to the inner rooms, even the basement and the attic were entered by his tiny firefly clones.

However, after more than an hour of work, the sixth Viking pirate who ran away and the figure of Prince Wessex never appeared.

When he found that the entire team of "Fire Thief" High Sparrow was dead, the Golden Scale Guard Centurion Famas immediately recognized the situation and wanted to continue to make a name for himself in the "Fire Worship Cult". At this time, he could only rely on Mushi Master.

Therefore, he immediately defected to the camp of "Mushi Master".

Through a detailed list comparison, Famas found that in addition to Alfred, the other Viking pirate who ran away was the Bishop Francis who was more slippery than a loach!

Alfred was able to escape, and he could barely bear it. After all, Prince Wessex graduated from the "Pantheon" of Constantinople with the first place when he was young, so he must be a talented person.

Moreover, his performance in both martial arts and physical fitness is very good.

On the other hand, the old man, Archbishop Francis, has no martial arts skills at all, and is a soft fat man weighing up to 180 kilograms.

If such a person can escape under his nose, it is simply a great shame for the Golden Scale Guard.

Famas rode on a horse and quickly passed through the gates and street corners of Versailles Castle.

Without the blessing of the "Big Sparrow" and without a weapon, if Alfred is still alive at this time, he will definitely try every means to get out of the city. As long as he controls the intersections, he will definitely fall under the supervision of the Golden Scale Guard.

He also specially got the "Snake Gut Dagger" that Alfred has been wearing for a long time.

The hunting dogs raised by the Golden Scale Guard are the best breeds in the Western Continent. Their sense of smell is extremely sensitive. Any prisoner's personal belongings, once sniffed by them, would still be clearly remembered even after 10 days.

After riding a large circle, all the hounds were familiar with Alfred's smell. The defected Famas knew that two of the "Big Sparrow"'s undercover team were proficient in disguise.

In this way, even if they had changed Alfred's appearance, his smell would still be recognized by the hounds with a keen sense of smell.

The next two days

From the white sky to the bright sun, and then to the fiery red sunset into the green farmland, nearly half of the Golden Scale Guards in Paris have been fully recruited to Versailles Castle.

Dozens of heavily armed guards were stationed at every intersection in this small city.

All the streets in the city were hung with portraits of the old priest and Alfred, not to mention the 1,972 households in Versailles Castle, each of which was thoroughly checked at least three times.

Francis and Alfred never appeared.

The two men were like two ghosts, completely melting into the air of Versailles Castle!

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"Hey, old man!"

"The big guys have finished their work, it's our turn!"

When the carriage stopped at the edge of the valley, two thin figures put down the whips and reins in their hands. They shook their heads vigorously to relax their stiff neck muscles.

At the end of the wetland outside Versailles Castle, there is a crocodile canyon full of crocodiles. Under the nourishment of the fertile soil of France, the crocodiles in the canyon are fat and strong.

There are many giant crocodiles over 10 meters long, and the smallest one is 6 meters long.

Although it is common for ferocious crocodiles to hunt rare and exotic animals, as an indispensable part of the wetland ecology. A large number of crocodiles are still allowed to live here.

It is said that the crocodile king has grown to a huge size of nearly 30 meters, like an ancient creature.

The two people in the conversation are mourners who drive the carriage and carry the corpses for the Golden Scale Guard.

A large number of Golden Scale Guards poured into the Fortress of Versailles, searching for the fleeing Viking pirates while clearing out the "Fire Transmission Gang" who helped them escape. When the fully armed Golden Scale Guards rushed into the homes of residents, killing was inevitable.

The two men's carriages were loaded with nearly 40 different corpses of all kinds.

Among them were Golden Scale Guards who died under the Viking axe, members of the Fire Transmission Gang who were beheaded on the spot, and of course many young girls from civilian families.

Most of them died because of the Golden Scale Guards' lust for beauty.

In the Middle Ages, civilians never had any "justice". On this night of killing filled with a faint blood in the air, the order issued by the leader was "It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go."

No one would investigate in detail whether an ordinary citizen was a member of the Fire Transmission Gang.

There were naturally many robberies and forced abductions of civilian women in the dark.

All the bodies that died at night were loaded onto carriages by the Golden Scale Guards and transported out of the city as quickly as possible. In this way, on the one hand, they can cover up their crime of venting their animal desires.

On the other hand, it also continues to show merchants from other countries that we are a civilized country.

As for the bodies that appeared this night, they naturally cannot be transported to the Holy Cathedral like ordinary citizens, and the priests can hold mass and bury them with crosses. The Golden Scale Guards can't explain why so many wealthy businessmen and girls died.

Their bodies can only be transported to the Crocodile Canyon and thrown into the mouths of crocodiles.

"Come on, old brother, see what these big guys have left for us."

"Hehe, it's dark in the middle of the night, I hope that all the impatient soldiers can leave us a few copper leaves."

The two undertakers were already quite old. They would receive several black jobs like dumping corpses in Crocodile Valley every year.

Before dumping the corpses into the valley, they would search for them as usual.

For the time being, they could forget about the heavy money bags, jewelry inlaid with gems, rings, etc. The Golden Scale Guards had already taken away the most valuable spoils from the corpses. All that was left for the two undertakers were their tattered armor and a few scattered copper leaves that might remain in their trouser pockets.

"Roar! Today is my lucky day!" The old man with a white beard took out two shiny silver coins and raised them to the sky. "Two Imperial Flower Silver Coins! This is not something you can find on ordinary days."

Hah! You old man are really lucky today." The companion on the other side stretched out his dry big hand and grabbed a wide corpse.

"Look at this bastard's belly, how come it is still so round after death! "

Two big hands like iron clamps tightly grasped the ankles of the "corpse". The old man just wanted to pull him off the carriage, but the originally stiff soles of his hands suddenly jumped violently.

This!!

In astonishment, a huge figure turned over nimbly and sat up straight from the pile of corpses in the carriage. The old man sat down on the ground in horror.

"Fuck!"

"I said that corpses that have not been completed by priests are prone to cause corpse transformation! Brother, let's run!"

The two old men didn't bother to continue to loot the spoils. They turned around and just wanted to escape.

Another "corpse" had stepped on the breeze and appeared in front of the two people.