Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 35 Hell is empty, the devil is in the world

Just one glance, the same glance. Gailis only took one look and then looked away to avoid exposing himself, but the throbbing in his heart did not stop for a long time.

Is Gillis a moralist? Perhaps, no matter how others judge him. He has to admit that he is not satisfied with many things, and just understanding them makes him feel uncomfortable.

It was this discomfort that made Garys desire change and made him realize what kind of career he should invest in with the power he possessed.

He took two deep breaths to calm himself down. Now was not the time to rescue those people in the dungeon. Garys continued to quietly investigate the situation in the mansion.

After getting rid of the blind man on the watchtower, Garys soon confirmed that Ahmed had indeed mobilized almost all of his military forces. In the barracks, he only found three people sleeping.

It just corresponds to the three who are on night watch. I guess they will switch shifts in the middle of the night.

Garys did not kill the three people in the barracks. After all, there was a shortage of labor in Scarr Village, and it was quite troublesome to accumulate population.

When almost all the dangers had been checked, Garys pulled out the bolt, opened the door of the house from the inside out, and called Simon and others who had been waiting outside for a long time to enter the house.

The whole process, except for killing a few people, did not arouse the vigilance of anyone else. It can be said to be a perfect infiltration.

After meeting Simon, he made a gesture to keep quiet, indicating Simon and the new recruits behind him who were not night blind, to keep quiet to avoid ruining a perfect infiltration because of these young people.

Then, he took these people and easily controlled several key places in the residential area.

For example, the gate, the barracks...

When everything was ready, Gailis came to the house which was built entirely of stone.

As soon as he opened the door, Gailis's face suddenly twisted. He hurriedly took two steps back and restrained his six senses, which had been open all the time. Only then did he feel better.

It really stinks!

After pushing open the door, the first thing that hit me was a strong smell of ammonia! It was a pungent sour smell mixed with a rotten smell! I couldn't help but wonder if it was a pigsty.

To ordinary people, such a smell is merely unpleasant, but to Garys, who has opened his six senses, this is undoubtedly a biochemical attack.

After preparing himself mentally, Gailis stepped into the stone house again.

Then he noticed two men dressed as guards, lying on the ground and soundly sleeping. He could smell a strong smell of alcohol from them, and next to them was a staircase leading to the underground.

Garys ignored the two drunks, took the key and stepped into the stairs leading to the underground.

After walking a few steps, Gailis had a feeling that perhaps this was not only a path leading underground, but also a path leading to hell.

People shouldn't live in such an environment, it should be a paradise for microorganisms, especially those oil-loving molds...

There was only one cell in this underground space, with six people stacked inside. On the other side were a number of torture instruments, which obviously had been used not long ago.

As Gellis walked down the stairs, his footsteps attracted the attention of two men in the cell who were unable to sleep because of the pain caused by whip marks all over their bodies.

Those two pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at Garys, without expectation, hope, or even hatred, just looking at him... with a creepy numbness. Garys didn't know how to start. Judging from the appearance of these prisoners, they didn't look like Franks, but local Muslim Arabs.

Hell is empty, the devil is on earth.

Garris' eyes were a little moist, and he found it difficult to express his current emotions. This might be a bit sentimental, but who can blame him for being that kind of person? He didn't want to change himself, nor was he willing to change himself.

……

After exercising for a while, Nabil felt that he could not hold on any longer and quickly pushed away the man who was trying to continue to cling to him.

To be honest, my father is a real piece of shit. He is over 40 years old and I know that he has been in poor health for a long time because of excessive indulgence in sex when he was young.

As a result, he was tempted by beauty and whenever he met a young woman, he would try to take her home. Taking her home would have been fine, but he would have just treated her as an extra maid, but he had the intention but not the ability.

In the end, it was still a good thing for myself.

Nabil was so angry when he thought of his bastard father. He was the only son in his family and it was certain that he would inherit the family business, but he didn't know what happened.

For no apparent reason, he suddenly had two more brothers who were to share the family property, which was very annoying.

Just as he sat up from the bed and prepared to put on his clothes and return to his room on this dark and windy night, the woman leaned close to his ear again, bit his earlobe, and said, "You are really good, boy. Also, it seems that Haiz has not come for two weeks. Think about how to deal with it."

Hayiz or menstruation in Arabic.

Hearing this, Nabil shuddered all over, as if he had thought of something in his mind. He stood there in a daze, tilted his head to glance at the woman next to him, then hurriedly grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the house.

Come on...oh my god...

Oh my god!
Nabil felt that something in his mind was broken. He felt that he was living in this era of moral decline and that he still lacked some imagination.

Could it be that the children born from my two stepmothers are from my own groom?
Nabil was in a daze, and after walking out of the room, he was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

"That old guy, why hasn't he died yet?!" For a moment, Nabil cursed his unscrupulous father and thought about how to kill his two younger brothers who might have no blood relationship with him.

Arrange bandits to kill them? Or poison their food? Or throw a few poisonous snakes into their bedrooms?

Vicious plans emerged from Nabil's mind one after another. Originally, because they were his own brothers, Nabil had not thought of taking their lives, but now... he successfully convinced himself.

This is all for the purity of the family bloodline!
As for whether the two younger brothers were his biological brothers or not, and how to identify them, Nabil didn't care much. He just needed an excuse to convince himself.

Nabil, who was walking without looking at the road because of something on his mind, did not notice that his own courtyard became lively at night.

　Let me tell you, because it is the new book period, I will increase the number of chapters next week, up to 2 chapters per day, that is, 4 chapters per day. If you can't finish the chapters, just leave them as owed, and I will make up for it when it is put on the shelves.

　　
　
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