Chapter 473 (2/2)

Stop in the hands of the butterfly, once again flying, its trajectory into Negri's eyes, gradually become the established track, all of this butterfly is controlled by Negri.

Katob, dressed in his vestment and holding a box, walked to one side. The priests of enough rank were busy collecting ”tribute”. As long as they were bold and careful, they could disguise a priest in the church.

And people are always lack of vigilance to the priests in the church.

In the absence of bodyguards, katob was unexpectedly successful. He put parry, the son of Duran, the city Lord, into a small wooden box. He was like an ordinary priest carrying tribute. He put most of his face under the box. Some priests who passed by did not even suspect katob.

As long as it is not too bad luck to meet a manager who knows all the priests, he is unlikely to reveal his secret.

On the other side, an old clergyman in gorgeous clothes passed by, glanced at the way, found no abnormality, and passed directly. Then cabuto passed by with the box in his arms.

As he came to a remote corner, katob threw the box directly into the sewer.

The drain is not big, but the small wooden box is just right, and the small parry is curled up and can be put in.

”Next, just look for a chance to get out and go to the sewer outlet to find each other.” Katobu said in his heart that going to the front of the church quickly and looking for a chance to put on the priest's clothes in reverse, turned into a suit of barely managed aristocratic clothes.”And parry?” On the other side, Duran and the bishop of the church were communicating. Suddenly, their eyes fixed, searching for the people around them, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

With a confession from the bishop, Duran searched in a hurry, but could not find his own son. His momentum began to gather and stabilize his panic. He quickly found the bishop and explained the situation.

Although the church was of high status, it was not willing to offend the Lord of the city. He sent a priest to look for it and temporarily blocked the church gate.

As soon as the priest closed the church door, katob's face remained unchanged. Even if he was in a state of ruin, he was still an aristocrat. It was impossible to search his body directly, unless the other party wanted to offend all the nobles. This is the rule of honor of the nobility.

But then he thought of something, and his eyes changed. He had no problem. But parry, packed in a small wooden box, floated with the sewage, would be fine for a short time, but over time, who knows what will happen.

Looking at the anxious Duran, katob thought about these things, and finally closed his eyes, and his expression became flat.

It was not until the evening that the church, which had failed in the search, opened again. Katob walked out of the church complaining, acting like a little nobleman who was accidentally involved in the incident.

After getting out of sight and making sure he was safe, katob ran inside toward the sewer.

After a search with a torch, katob finally found a small wooden box stuck in the corner in a certain section of the sewer.

The box was very quiet. Katob opened it. In the light of the fire, it was a young but cold corpse. It seemed that the skin was a little blue because of lack of oxygen.

”Blame yourself, Lord Duran. You stopped me.” Katob closed his eyes, whispered, closing the box again, and even if the hostage died, he would achieve his purpose.

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