Chapter 1634 - 103: Fox and Rat Game (13)_3

Chapter 1634: Chapter 103: Fox and Rat Game (13)_3

Luosong could no longer form a complete sentence. He forced himself to ask, "If in the end we still can’t find the Envoy, are you really going to kill Elizabeth Li Yang?"

Moritz did not answer, but Luosong already had his answer.

"She’s innocent," Luosong said in pain.

"No one is innocent," Sister Felt walked into the prayer room and repeated coldly, "No one is innocent, Major, least of all Elizabeth Li Yang."

Luosong slumped back onto the pew.

Moritz looked at the Major; a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but only for that brief instant.

"I really might not be suited for this job," Luosong murmured.

"Stop sniveling. Weren’t you very brave when you were playing the hero?" Sister Felt came in, pinching two pills between her fingers. "Take these."

Luosong numbly swallowed the two grape-sized pills.

"How is Elizabeth Li Yang’s condition?" the Major asked.

"Shouldn’t be too serious, the stab didn’t go very deep," Luosong replied.

"Mentally."

"Then there’s even less of a problem," Luosong sighed. "She... is unexpectedly strong, stronger than I thought."

Moritz fell silent for a moment, then slowly let out a sentence: "Henry the Sunfire’s daughter."

"Which means there’s no way she can be completely normal," Sister Felt said. "Be careful she doesn’t throw up any surprises."

"I don’t know how you came to that conclusion," Luosong frowned.

Sister Felt looked at the Major as if he were an idiot. "Her surname is ’Li Yang’. There is no way she can be completely normal."

Luosong half-understood, half-did not.

But the Nun didn’t explain. She simply went on talking to herself: "But she’s a daughter, so it’s hard to say as well—the tracking of female descendants of the Li Yang Royal Family isn’t very thorough..."

Just then, two sets of footsteps came from outside the door, one following the other.

Moritz cocked his ear. "Father Kaman is here."

Sister Felt put away her sharp, capable demeanor and turned back into that innocent, pure, devout Nun.

"Allow me to withdraw, my lord," the Nun curtsied, her posture so beautiful that Luosong felt a moment of daze.

"Why do you hate the Priests so much?" Luosong couldn’t hold back and asked.

The Nun did not answer. She lowered her head and walked out of the prayer room.

Then Father Kaman came in together with a guard who looked flustered.

"What is it?" Moritz looked at the guard.

"There’s a fire," Kaman answered gravely.

"A fire?" Luosong shot to his feet and said anxiously, "Where? Take me there, quick!"

With that, Luosong snatched up his bloodstained coat and was about to stride out.

But he hadn’t taken a second step before someone grabbed him from behind.

Luosong turned his head. It was Moritz.

Luosong saw Moritz shake his head at him, wait a while, then shake his head again.

Then Luosong saw Moritz brace himself on the bench and slowly sit down, sinking into deep thought.

No one dared make a sound.

They waited quite some time, and still the Major didn’t speak. Luosong grew anxious. "Say something! Major."

"They don’t need us to put out the fire," Moritz made his decision. "No rash moves tonight. No contacting each other. Notify all units in the city to hold their posts and positions. All operations will wait until after dawn."

"So we’re just going to stand here and watch it burn?" Luosong asked.

Moritz let out a long sigh. "Yes, just watch it burn."

-----------------

Early next morning, East Bank of the Anya River.

The New Army’s clothing depot had already been burned into a sheet of white ash.

Over ten thousand sets of uniforms prepared for recruits had gone up in smoke. Burned together with them were large quantities of unfinished cloth, taken as this year’s head tax but not yet cut or dyed.

Luosong’s face was deathly pale. "Gesa Major General is going to lose his mind."

Moritz grabbed a handful of charred earth, rubbed it between his fingers for a moment, then stood up and gently scattered it into the wind.

"We’re in luck," the Major said coolly.

"Where’s the luck in this?" Luosong’s voice was shaking.

"This time it’s someone who couldn’t keep their nerves," the Major gave a succinct assessment. Then he turned to Sister Felt. "Make ready for containment."

"The Sisterhood is already prepared," the Nun replied crisply.

Moritz gazed at the quietly flowing Anya River and issued a soft order: "It’s time to bring Winters Montagne back."