Chapter 269

Clarke is an insignificant Viscount of the Coster empire. He has no territory of his own, only a few small manors. He did not have any real power like his father. He was just an idle Viscount of the Empire.

Just because he was an idle Viscount, he did nothing all day, or flirted with women, or forced buying and selling. As long as he had free time, he would take his professionals to play in a small town not far from their manor. The town is very close to Cannes mountains, so every day a large number of mercenaries and merchants come here to trade with the fur of various wild animals and the bodies of Warcraft. What he has to do is blackmail some small mercenaries or merchants to obtain benefits.

Some people were extremely dissatisfied with the Viscount coleck. They had trouble with him, but under the beating of more than a dozen professionals of the Viscount, they finally had to give up and swallow it. Powerful forces wanted to punish him, but Viscount Klerk joined the Dionysian church with his mother many years ago. In the face of a group of alcoholics who have little reason, few people are willing to offend the Dionysian church because of this small thing. Everyone knows that the Dionysian church is extremely protective.

They don't have the behavior that a formal church should have to persuade people to be good, maintain morality, respect the old and help the young. Instead, they vent around after being drunk all day: beating, smashing, looting and burning, * * *! Captivity! Plunder! You can do anything. Of course, they are still very measured and never take the initiative to provoke those powerful forces.

Kukas learned the above through the task scroll. After he finished the first task, the scroll changed obviously. The most obvious thing is that the description of the task is much more detailed than before.

Under the guidance of the task scroll, kukas arrived in the small town in only three days and found a small manor next to a small forest outside the city. According to the magic guide on the mission scroll, the mission target is in the manor.

Kukas didn't directly rush in to find the target to kill, but bought some drinks and squatted under a boulder beside the forest to drink.

An ordinary Knight's long gun, a thin horse as a cover, and his deliberately soiled clothes show that he is just a poor knight without much money.

Sitting under the big tree, kukas silently observed the manor. He found that at intervals, some believers of Dionysian church came out of the city and entered the manor to revel. When they passed by kukas, they always cursed him with vicious words, and then persuaded him to join the Dionysian church and become a great Dionysian believer.

Kukas was disgusted with the believers of the Dionysian church. Especially after several attacks by the believers and clergy of the Dionysian church, his disgust and killing intention to the Dionysian church became more serious.

"If you can provide me with armor and weapons made of gold and prepare me with wine cans made of gold that can never be poured out, I will agree to join you. I am a third-order knight, a powerful knight who dares to fight the dragon." whenever the Dionysian believers persuade me, he will put forward such a statement.

"As a garbage Knight like you, if we weren't kind, no church would take you in. Damn things, get out of here right away. This is the territory of our Dionysian church." a gorgeous lady shouted at kukas with disgust on her face: "we're going to have a party here, you dirty and mean people, leave now."

After several waves of followers of the Dionysian church, kukas finally got the information he wanted. In the face of the lady's curse, he just smiled and didn't say much, but led his thin war horse slowly towards the town.

A banquet needs a lot of wine. Kukas easily killed a coachman who delivered wine to the Dionysian church on the road. He put away his knight's gun, drove the carriage, changed his dress a little, and headed for the manor again.

Expensive red wine, sweet fruit wine and even high concentration red wine are scattered in this manor. There are carriages constantly bringing wine, and there are members of the Dionysian church coming here.

Before the banquet began, these people began to drink and have fun crazily: the women took off their clothes under the stimulation of alcohol and danced distorted dances in this cold winter, while the men shouted loudly and shouted "praise the great Dionysian" from time to time. Some people directly began to close on the table.

The noble priestesses danced on tiptoe on the long table, tempting men to throw money and treasures on the table. They drank cans of wine from time to time, and then made strange screams.

After delivering the wine, kukas left the carriage aside and sat at a table pretending to be the believers of the Dionysian church. No one paid attention to him, because everyone here can drink, whether you are a beggar or a noble, whether you are a coachman delivering wine or a guard at the door.

"It's a waste of effort." after drinking more than half a magic drink, kukas found that his behavior of killing the coachman and sneaking in was too troublesome and useless. Because as time goes on, more and more people come to the party. At this time, not only the believers of Dionysian church, but also the frustrated mercenaries and even the local ruffians among some brave ordinary people came.

Dirty rough hands rubbed on the holy priest, but the holy priest was drinking wine and groaning wantonly.

Kukas found his target. A middle-aged fat man sat on a special chair and enjoyed the service of two beautiful priestesses. Beside him, there were more than a dozen professional guards. Those professionals didn't drink, let alone go to women to vent. They just guarded there silently and did their due work for their reward. More than ten special fire ponds were brought to the manor by servants. What burned in the fire ponds were not ordinary firewood and coal, But precious magic branches. These magic branches grow in the land mixed with magic crystal powder, and their growth rate is very slow. The price is extremely expensive. A branch that can burn day and night is even the price of a first-order spell copied by casters. Here, hundreds of magic branches thick and thin baby arms are burning in more than a dozen fire ponds. Each of these branches can burn for ten days and ten nights.