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Chapter 1094 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (82)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (82)

The Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance) developed rapidly, and soon news about it could be heard even in remote towns. More and more ordinary people became curious and tried to join the Tongmenghui.

As more and more people learned of Lance's identity as Pierre, he also began to attract the attention of the Church of Light.

"What kind of bullshit alliance is this? Find this damned guy named Pierre right now!"

Those in the Church of Light who noticed him were furious and jumped up and down, but this did nothing to stop Lance from spreading his teachings and saving people under the guise of a charlatan.

The Church of Light began arresting people everywhere. The Knights of Light were spotted in several surrounding towns where the news had spread, and in some places, they were even brazenly arresting people at the city gates.

The church did not know what 'Pierre' really looked like, but that did not stop them from using magical items directly. With the double blessing of the spell and the magical items, the church quickly captured a large number of people at the city gate.

That's right, it's a large group of people.

When the Knights informed Arnold of the capture, Arnold's perfectly masked face, which maintained a fake expression for years, almost cracked open, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"...You said you caught a bunch of Pierre? Tell me, what do you mean by a bunch of Pierre?"

The knight, kneeling on one knee, said, "Your Excellency, the name Pierre is far too common. We have no other information besides the name, so we have no choice but to capture all the Piers."

He said it with a sense of helplessness, saying that the higher-ups have to give orders while the people below are running around like crazy.

Aside from knowing that the other person was from the 'Restoration Potion Alliance', all they knew was that the other person's name was Pierre, and they couldn't even be sure that someone with that name was a man.

Arnold's forehead veins throbbed. "So where are they now? Where are all the people we captured?"

Knight: "In the water dungeon of the temple."

Arnold immediately jumped up, "Idiots! A bunch of brainless idiots!"

He flicked his robes, hastily ordered two attendants, and led the group quickly to the water prison.

He cursed as he walked, saying that these idiots couldn't even handle such a small matter. Not only did they capture one Pierre, but they also brought back a whole bunch of them and even put them in the water dungeon.

What kind of place is the temple's water dungeon? In the past, those who went in were basically people who were considered 'extremely wicked' by the temple. Most of those people were swordsmen or even mages, and their physical fitness was much better than that of ordinary civilians.

If these civilians die in the water dungeon, even if Harris can handle things on his side, what will happen to the temple's reputation?

What a bunch of idiots!

He led his men and quickly disappeared into the dungeon, completely unaware that a figure was lurking in the shadows behind them, observing everything.

Song Ning and Lan Si have been entering and leaving the City Lord's Mansion more frequently lately, especially after nightfall when it's pitch black. Two figures that almost blend into the darkness will quietly appear in the City Lord's Mansion.

Harris quickly put on a coat; although there were some dark circles under his eyes, he looked to be in good health.

"Have a seat. Did you get a message?"

He ordered his guards to brew a pot of black tea to refresh himself, and then turned his head to see that Song Ning had already fallen onto Lance before he could even speak. He paused for a second, then pressed his fingers to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"I think we're just business partners. Could you two please not be so unrestrained in your behavior?"

For example, if these two guys seem to have reached some kind of intimate relationship called lovers, they can definitely restrain themselves in front of him.

Song Ning expressed his innocence, saying, "This shows that we trust you very much, dear City Lord, to the point that we don't even intend to hide the true relationship between him and me from you. Doesn't such trust give you a sense of security?"

Lance sat beside him, his large hand pulling him into his arms. His long, wide coat enveloped Song Ning, and the warmth emanating from him dispelled the chill of winter.

He rarely spoke the truth, but said, "It's too cold at night, and he has a lot of old injuries that have flared up. He'll feel more comfortable being near me."

Harris and Song Ning's gazes fell on him at the same time. Song Ning pursed his lips and clicked his tongue softly, seemingly having some objection to Lance's honest confession, but he did not refute his words.

Harris was indeed a little surprised by Lance's explanation, but he quickly realized, "I see. Then I'll have someone prepare in advance next time. Fire magic stones aren't that rare."

He himself was a swordsman, so he naturally knew what so-called hidden injuries were. In fact, if it weren't for his background and the fact that becoming the city lord later provided him with ample resources for treatment, he would probably have suffered quite a few hidden injuries as well.

However, Harris thought of the recovery potion.

"Can't even the recovery potion solve this?"

The efficacy of intermediate-level recovery potions is not low; otherwise, the Alliance would not have developed so quickly, and the Church of Light would not have regarded the 'Recovery Potion Alliance' as a thorn in its side so soon.

Song Ning yawned. Waiting for news every night and then having to attend a late-night meeting had completely disrupted his sleep schedule.

He leaned back, nestled completely in Lance's increasingly broad chest. The scars on his face had faded considerably after Long had carefully applied ointment every day. In addition, his beard and hair were now neatly groomed, making him sometimes appear younger than Lance beside him.

"Some injuries are quite complicated and can't be explained in a short time. Let's get down to business first."

Harris glanced at him, then at Lance, who was looking down intently at the person in his arms, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Although he was a little annoyed, the two of them seemed like a good match, like a couple who would go the distance.

The news they received came back very quickly, and in fact, their people are gradually infiltrating the church.

After all, there is a clear hierarchy in the church, and bishops in high positions can use holy water at will, even to the point of 'playing around' in it.

However, members of lower church classes cannot easily access holy water. Even if their relatives are terminally ill, many ordinary members can only watch helplessly as their loved ones leave them because they cannot obtain holy water.

They naturally wouldn't dare to openly disobey Arnold's orders, but they could easily misinterpret them or tamper with them.

Lance and Harris, of course, would not let this opportunity pass. Before Arnold could figure out how to deal with the obviously innocent civilians in the water dungeon, the next day, the church's propaganda that civilians were treated like pigs and dogs spread throughout Lionheart City and the surrounding cities.