When the Saint comes, she does not collect food.

"A priest? Where did a priest come from?"

A sneeze from Horn interrupted the fisherman's disjointed narrative, a line of confusion etched between his brows.

His mind was unusually slow today.

But before he could make sense of the fisherman's words, he heard a furious shout nearby.

"Move!"

Before Horn could react, a large hand suddenly shot out beside the still-chattering fisherman's face, slapping him heavily.

Horn could even see the ripples of flesh on the fisherman's cheek.

The fisherman spewed blood from his ears and nose from the slap, spinning to the side and falling headfirst to the ground.

With a crack, the white bone of his spine pierced through his skin.

Horn opened his mouth to shout, but a huge fist filled his vision in an instant.

Everything went black.

When he awoke from his dizziness, all he could see was the dark gray sky.

Two black-clad men with hooked spears twisted his hands behind his back, dragging Horn along, his heels carving a V-shaped furrow in the grass.

"I'm here on patrol, what are you doing?"

Horn tried to use his breathing technique, but couldn't get into the state.

He struggled desperately, kicking mud everywhere, but still couldn't break free from the Night Watch guards.

The two Night Watch guards often dealt with robbers and rioters, so they were naturally skilled and suppressing Horn was no problem.

While his body struggled, Horn didn't forget to analyze the situation.

Who exactly are these people?

From what he could see, there were two Night Watch guards, one tall and one short, holding his arms, and an armored sergeant guarding them.

Has Barnett's affair been exposed?

It shouldn't be, he had smashed his face and thrown him into the floodwaters, and by the timeline, he should be at the bottom of the Emerald Sea right now.

Could he have been fished out?

It couldn't be that unlucky. Even if he was fished out, with the layered structure of the Church of Messala, from the message being delivered to the decision to send people to the formal dispatch to reaching the scene, it should be a month later.

Considering the Church's efficiency, arriving a month later would be considered lightning fast.

Putting that aside, how did they know he was the leader and execute a textbook surgical strike with such precision?

Does the Church have items like life lamps or prophecies?

Having magic in the world is so annoying!

Just as Horn was despairing, an arrow pierced the sky with the sound of a bowstring.

The arrow was like a black line, piercing the tall Night Watch guard's arm and passing through.

"Ya hee hee ba!"

The Night Watch guard screamed an unintelligible dialect, his whole body contorting in pain.

Night Watch guards, as light/unarmored infantry, were most afraid of weapons like javelins and arrows.

Feeling his right arm loosen, Horn quickly pulled out his arm and kicked the other short Night Watch guard heavily in the crotch.

His toes felt like popping plastic bubble wrap.

The short Night Watch guard's facial features immediately tightened towards the center, and a line of clear tears slowly slid down his wrinkles.

Seeing Horn trying to escape, the armored sergeant immediately drew his long sword and rushed over.

Horn had Night Watch guards behind him, a flood on one side, and the approaching armored sergeant on the other, while the Children's Army couldn't get here anytime soon.

With no way out, he could only move forward.

"Old thing, where are you running!"

Horn roared and lunged at the monk.

Unfortunately, the short guard, clutching his groin and falling, was very determined, reaching out at the critical moment and grabbing Horn's ankle.

If this secret party member were to pounce, injuring the monk lord would be terrible.

Horn's ankle was grabbed, his feet slipped, and he fell forward.

The armored sergeant swung his long sword, and Horn even had a few hairs shaved off the back of his head.

"Take him alive!" The Iron Tooth Monk, startled, shouted loudly.

The armored sergeant took the opportunity to bend down and locked Horn's neck from behind.

Iron muscles pressed against his neck, Horn knelt on the ground, his snot about to be squeezed out.

"I, I can't breathe..."

"Don't, don't kill him!"

Seeing Horn about to be strangled to death, the Iron Tooth Monk immediately jumped out to stop him.

Seeing Horn looking like an ahegao, the armored sergeant loosened his grip.

That's what Horn was waiting for.

He quickly reached out, groped for the armored sergeant's fingers, grabbed one, and pried hard at the nail.

"Ah—" Clutching the finger with the nail ripped off, the armored sergeant bent over and screamed.

Before the scream was over, Jeshka, who had already shot three arrows wide, finally accurately hit his knee.

The lower edge of the armored sergeant's chainmail only reached his buttocks.

Barely managing to gain a chance of survival, Horn gasped for breath.

As a bookworm from a small town who was often extorted by gangsters in middle school, Horn was very skilled at escaping neck locks.

Seeing Horn escape because of his words, the Iron Tooth Monk was so anxious that his gums were bleeding: "Grab him, grab him quickly!"

Due to lack of oxygen, Horn's consciousness was a little blurred. Hearing the Iron Tooth Monk's shout, he didn't think much and roared again, lunging at the Iron Tooth Monk.

"You dog son of a bitch!"

The armored sergeant guarding the monk jumped out and blocked Horn.

The two were entangled, Jeshka was sweating profusely, his arrow trembling, not daring to shoot to save the situation.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted, calling on seven or eight villagers who had rushed over, carrying fishing nets, pitchforks, and flails, and ran towards the monk.

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The Iron Tooth Monk was obviously startled by Horn's roar and hid behind Jiluo.

As a swindler, Jiluo was battle-hardened and had seen a lot. No matter what he thought in his heart, he just watched coldly on the surface.

"Papa!"

From the mountainside, six children broke into everyone's sight.

It's the Children's Army!

Due to their lack of strength, they were in groups of two, laboriously carrying a long wooden pole.

At the front of the pole, a small half-meter long thorn was embedded, flashing a dark red light.

Taking neat steps from their daily training, the long thorns stabbed towards the two Night Watch guards.

The short guard stood up with a grimace, took off his hooked spear, and swept it towards Horn's calf.

If he hooked it, a large piece of flesh would be torn off his calf.

But before he could act, two sharp long thorns were presented in front of him.

"Little ghosts! Impure ones!" Helplessly turning to block, the short guard scolded angrily, "Attacking the Holy Father's guards is going to hell!"

He turned around, picked up his hooked spear and swept it towards the children.

According to his past experience, with the cowardly nature of the people in Thousand River Valley, these children should immediately be frightened into abandoning their weapons and running away.

Even if they weren't frightened, a few easy shakes and threats would make them lose their composure and be at a loss.

When the guards helped the manor owners and armed farms suppress rioting serfs and vagrants, they used this trick.

Many times, those seemingly tall vagrant serfs were squeezed and shoved by just a few shouts, even fighting among themselves.

But contrary to the short guard's expectations, these young boys, although their steps were still messy, remained calm.

The guard's tentative swings and left-right shifts not only failed to shake these young boys, but several times he put his own throat in front of the long thorns.

Now, the short guard was at a loss himself. In a panic, he didn't notice for a moment that the three long thorns shaking in front of him had become two.

"Oh eh!" Duwalong and Le Mans shouted at the same time, stabbing the long thorns forward.

Afterwards, the short guard felt a coolness moving forward along the crack of his buttocks.

In a flash, the long thorn had pierced in from the guard's rear black hole and pierced out of his abdomen.

The tall guard who had been shot with an arrow wanted to come forward to help, but after only two steps, he saw a heavy flail sweeping across.

He narrowly dodged by ducking his head, but then stones and mud were thrown over, first covering his face and then breaking his head.

A dozen or so strong villagers finally arrived.

And on the hillside, more and more villagers were rushing towards this side with wooden sticks, pitchforks, and stones.

Even the Iron Tooth Monk, and even the usually calm Jiluo, began to sweat coldly on their faces.

"This is a devil!" Horn was pressed to the ground by the armored sergeant, the smell of sweat under his armpits making him unable to open his eyes, "Believers! How did I teach you, God's grace is like the sea, believers fight with devils!"

Seeing dozens of villagers surrounding him, the Iron Tooth Monk was anxious.

If this continues, and the witch is exhausted, it will be bad.

"Believers, you have all been deceived, he is the devil! Now let us leave quickly, we will soon bring a large army to save you!"

The villagers looked at each other, they could see that the monk's clothes were those of a deacon priest.

Attacking a deacon priest of the church was still a bit of a challenge to the villagers' bottom line.

"Believers, don't believe their words, have you forgotten the Holy Father's words? You must sweep away the demons! Eighty acres of good land! Brick houses! Remotely led land!"

"Don't believe him, he is the devil!"

Seeing more and more people gathering, the Iron Tooth Monk wiped the sweat from his head, glared at Horn bitterly, and took out a holy water grenade.

"People who have been in contact with the witch will, to some extent, suffer a distortion of their souls. In front of the precious holy water grenade, they have nowhere to hide."

Smashing the holy water grenade next to Horn, the Iron Tooth Monk shouted, "Look, that is not a saint, but a witch!"