Chapter 719 Ch718 Jerez

Chapter 719 Ch.718 Jerez

The journey from Newquay to London is not easy to walk, and it is also the end of life that scholars do not know.

——He received a letter from the Queen and would send a ‘strong’ person to ensure his safety.

The group arrived early.

They took the train for two days and two nights, and then took the carriage for one day and one night.

When he arrived in Cornwall, Fernandez was about to shrink—his body, which was repeatedly stir-fried, was like a corpse just dug out of a coffin, was listless and his legs were sore.

There are three left, but they are full of energy.

The blade rarely shows fatigue because of the road; Roland is because of blood (organ), or a great ceremony.

As for Xiandel...

tonic?

Cornwall.

A traditional, windy and rainy port fishing village.

The low stone houses stretched all the way. Women and children were beside the road, leaning against the haystack outside the door to clean and pickle fish, and their husbands had not yet returned home.

When Roland and his group arrived, it was a clear day.

“If the railway can be built all the way here, we won’t have to ride a carriage anymore.”

Captain Bear complained while rubbing his butt:

“Where have we paid our taxes?”

Roland: "I must remind you, Captain. We have exemption from the levy."

Fernandez:...

"That little money didn't have to be taxed," Fernandez muttered and glanced at Roland. "You businessmen should be taxed."

Roland said 'ah': "When I thought about it, I would also let my dear captain get a perfume stock..."

Fernandez pretended: “…but you shoulder the divine duty, and many tax exemptions are due.”

The sword blade smiled so hard that he touched Tiaoxiandel: "Look at them both! The power of the country cannot allow such a person to succeed!"

Xiandel smiled.

Roland and Fernandez have been doing this for a day or two.

One is really brave to give, but the other is not willing to give.

"The letter says that the ship will come in at most three days."

The sailboat carrying the target will dock at the Cornwall port for half a day, replenishing fresh water and food, and will no longer dock until it floats into the Royal Pier - that is, the people who assassinate Darwin can only do it in two places.

Either the town or mix in the boat and carry out assassination in the cabin.

Since they were not sure who was appointed to assassinate, and which road, there was no need for Fernandez and Knife to lay down any traps - they would not have stopped them.

At that time, pretend to block it a few times...

Once the target dies, they will immediately end the mission.

"Hope is a vortex."

Fernandes mentioned it and wondered, "Where is that group of 'ancient and pure waste'?"

It refers to the secret party led by Chloe and Heffer who always fought against the Tribunal and the Royal Party.

Before leaving, Enid had warned them:

Maybe they would deliberately send ritualists to ‘protect’ Darwin – as long as this person arrives in London, conflicts are inevitable.

Rather than saying that the assassination is their enemy, it is better to say that the protector is.

Whoever protects Darwin except them will die.

"Go to meet our brothers first."

Fernandez said.

There is a small church in Cornwall – to be honest, any church in a beach town is not very popular. Compared to the natural walker who can pray for good luck, the reward of the father of all things is not direct enough.

In a local chapel, Roland met this 'brother'.

Mr. Jerez.

"Pastor? The priest was dead long ago, Devinson. The last fool was sent here and mixed with the sailors all day long. I drank too much last summer and insisted on going to the stable to see..."

Executive Jerez has a stormy brown half-length hair, a high nose bridge, deep eyes and wide mouth.

He cursed and led the group through the corroded and peeling exterior wall, crooked crosses and the clothes line with crimson-faced long robes, winding around and walking into the inner hall.

"Die? Is he trampled to death by a horse?"

The captain showed an incredible expression.

For the first time he heard that the priest sent by the Holy Cross would be trampled to death by a horse.

"I'm afraid it's better to be trampled to death," Jerez spat and wiped it with the soles of his shoes. "He's not being trampled to death."

He said.

"He died of a ruptured gut."

The two ladies present covered their lips at the same time.

They both understood, and Roland and Fernandez were still confused.

"What? Who was he assassinated?"

Jerez caught the messy hair, and he couldn't tell the dirty thing.

In short, after this, the church had not sent anyone to Cornwall - he was the only one left, and an inquisition executive stayed in this coastal town.

"Tell me, brother. Tell us to our presiding judge, if you don't transfer back to London, you will give you some more allowances."

I am soaked in fish fish all year round, eating monotonously, and my life is extremely rough.

How can it be compared with the city of London?

Fernandez patted the other person on the shoulder: "Do this job well, I'll go back and talk to you."

Jerez is not a talented ritualist.

No talent, no luck.

He worked hard and was just a second ring...

No deposit yet.

Wake up or sleep, either side is not doing well.

"I feel sorry for you, Jerez." Fernandez sat on two stone slaps, listening to the slutty brother complaining - he said he didn't want to continue staying in Cornwall without any reason , and said that if there is no order for adjustment, you must find a way out...

I'm afraid it's a 'wanderer'.

"I don't avoid you, but a few businessmen have asked me to go to their boat - the Second Ring Road, which can play a role."

Jerez sighed.

"But I am the executive officer. I made an oath when I joined the court. Even if I really left, I had to get the consent of the presiding judge-but if the presiding judge could see me and give me a chance, why should I leave the court? ”

The identity of an executive is much more useful than the 'bureaucrat'.

"…My parents died at the hands of cultists. Even if there is a little chance, I wouldn't want to take off my consort, my brothers and sisters, even if there is a little chance."

"But look at what kind of life am I living?"

"The church sent a horse-loving pastor, but the Inquisition has not written a letter over the years - the wild dogs in the whirlpool are rampant in the town, without holy worship, without cults to catch, without rituals, without chance... ”

"There is no deposit," Roland suddenly answered, but Fernandez pushed back with the look of "now is not the time to be humorous."

Others can be understood.

The executor should not live in financial difficulties.

Jerez grinned and drew his fingers around his body: "Don't you think the renovation of this place was paid for by the church, right?"

The more Fernandez listened, the more silent he became.

Silence is because he knows that Jerez is saying it is true.

Enid doesn't care about the executive's life or death, and the further away from London, the more unlucky it is.

As he was talking, a noise suddenly broke out at the door.

Jerez took out a broken pocket watch and patted his forehead.

"I almost forgot the time."