Chapter 488: Questioning
Chapter 488: Questioning
“What happened?”
When Marquis Joe Foster arrived at the border post as the person in charge of receiving the envoys from the Holy See, the sight in front of him shocked him.
A corpse – dressed as an allied militia – was hanging upside down above the watchtower, swaying in the wind.
Several others dressed as militiamen were similarly killed and casually dumped at the foot of the tower.
Below the watchtower, on the other hand, were three church knights with sharp blades.
They were all standing at attention, the swords in their hands reflecting a cold light under the sunlight.
After seeing Marquis Foster’s arrival, one of the knights drove his horse to a place more than ten meters away from him.
Marquis Foster jumped the gun and spoke, “I am Joe Foster, a member of the Convocation, and I need a reasonable explanation.”
He frowned tightly and his two shoulders trembled slightly, obviously trying to restrain his agitated emotions.
Provocation! This was serious provocation.
The envoy of the Holy See ran onto the land of the Horned Bay Alliance in the name of negotiation and killed the Alliance’s militia.
This behavior is both deceitful and insulting.
“Marquis Foster!”
The knight close to him spoke, whose face Foster could not see because of the hooded helmet.
“I have been ordered to stay in this sinful place to inform you that the vile and shameless behavior of the Horned Bay Alliance has thoroughly envied the Horned Bay Church and the Holy See, and we will take it as a most serious insult and provocation! Next you and your poor allies will face the harshest punishment from the Church.”
What? It was simply outrageous!
In an instant, Marquis Foster only felt that it was too ridiculous, you guys ran into our territory and killed people, and you still say that we are provoking.
But he still patiently asked, ”I wonder what this Sir Knight is referring to as provocation? Let me guess, you’re saying that our militia didn’t wait for death and chose to resist when facing your butcher knives, and then in your eyes that’s a provocation, right?”
“Marquis Foster? Are you still pretending to be confused at this point?”
The knight asked with great sorrow.
“I’m pretending to be confused?” Marquis Foster heard that the knight’s grief did not look like a disguise, and once again questions arose in his heart.
The knight loudly bellowed, “Wasn’t it the Horned Bay Alliance that sent an assassin to ambush here and brutally murder the Holy See’s envoy, Lord Liberte?”
“What did you say?”
Foster couldn’t believe his ears, Liberte …… was killed?
Rather, it was still someone from his own side who did it?
“If you didn’t hear me clearly, then I’ll say it again, Lord Libert was brutally murdered by the assassins of the Horned Cove Alliance, right there in that hut.”
The knight used his horsewhip to point to that hut where Liberte had been resting before.
“Of course, I suspect that in your heart you know better than I do what happened, for this was originally your evil plan.”
Things were wide open!
Marquis Joe Foster’s insides were like falling into a ten-thousand-foot ice cave.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of the upcoming war, but if something like this happened before the war started, and if the shit was slapped on tightly, then the Horned Bay Alliance would be in a rather unfavorable position morally.
Foster said eagerly, “Libert he is in …… Where are Libert s remains? I want to see, there must be something wrong in it.”
The knight was dismissive and grunted, “How can Lord Libert’s remains be left here to continue to be desecrated by you sinners? He has been taken to Collins.”
Foster retorted, “There must be something wrong here, Sir Knight, I ask you to find your sanity as a Protectorate Knight and imagine what killing the Papal Envoy would do for us in this current situation. If we want to negotiate, the serious consequences of killing the envoy need not be mentioned, and if we want to go to war, killing the envoy will not give us an immediate victory, but will instead provoke you to be on the same side, so, as in any case, we have no motivation to kill Liberte.” “How dare you all still argue!”
The knight’s anger could almost be transformed into flames shooting out through the visor in front of his helmet.
He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his body tensing up from storing up his strength, as if he would thrust the sharp sword in his hand viciously with force in the next second.
The Margrave’s guards noticed the knight’s change, and with a clanging sound, they also drew their own swords in case the enraged knight raided their master.
The knight did not make a move after all, but said, ”Our men saw your assassin stab that sinfully poisonous dagger into Lord Envoy’s back with their own eyes, and the facts are conclusive. It must be that you despicable people in power have deceived those nationals who are still willing to follow the right path of faith, thus fearing that Lord Liberte will come to demolish your lies, and so you resorted to such a despicable and shameless means as assassination.”
The knight had already decided that what he thought was the truth.
Foster was about to defend his side, but the knight he was talking to gave a rude wave of his hand.
“Well, Marquis Foster, I have no more patience to spend here grinding my teeth with you. The Almighty Father will have long since gained insight into some sin, and you will inevitably pay for your vileness. Brothers, let’s go back first to resume our orders.”
After saying this, the knight shook the reins fiercely, and the horse at his crotch reversed its direction and ran towards the far side of the merchant road.
The other two knights also urged their own horses and followed the previous knight.
What they left behind for Marquis Foster was merely a trail of smoke.
……
Joe Foster’s face turned blue.
Just who had planned this assassination.
He had no doubt that the Knight’s words – that is, the murder of Liberte – were false.
Libert was the senior cleric in charge of diplomacy in the Church, and it would be a joke if the Horned Bay Church or the Church were to fabricate the murder of such a high-status figure in order to gain an interface to war or to take the moral high ground.
So Liberte should have been conclusively killed.
So who really did it?
The Church of the Horns? There’s a good chance. It’s full of raving lunatics.
Hardliners on the side of allies or allied nations? That’s also a possibility, many people have been preparing for this war for a long time and are just waiting to make a fortune out of the chaos.
The landlocked countries that support the Church of the Horn? The most likely are them, the inlanders have always been salivating over the wealth of the coast, and they’ve been trying to pull the Church’s banner to plunder the wealth of the coast.
Ah, now is not the time to reason about this, it’s better to notify the Convocation immediately.
After all, war is going to break out soon.
Marquis Foster, who was full of doubts in his heart, fiercely lashed his mount, and the horse whinnied in pain, spreading his hooves and galloping in the direction he came from.
The marquis’s attendants also followed closely.
Both sides left.
Only the speechless body of the militiaman was left still hanging upside down from the tower, swaying in the wind.
(End of chapter)