MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 872 854. Archbishop of the Convoy

Just as the two of them were chatting and walking in this dead atmosphere, they were walking towards the undead settlement mentioned by Fodolink.

After walking through several steep and strange hills, a loud sound suddenly came from a not-so-distant distance.

The terrain of this mountain is very strange, with frequent differences in heights and lows, and the ground trends are difficult to understand.

Lan En once stayed for a while in Yanan, which has the same complex terrain. He felt that this mountain was really comparable to the mountain where the mountain city of Yanan was located.

 So on such a rugged and strange mountain road, the propagation of sound is also hindered.

Even in this silent environment, those noisy sounds only appear on a few routes that can propagate sound.

Foldolink raised his hand without looking back, motioning for Lan to follow him and stop.

Lan also waved his right hand where the old knight couldn't see him, signaling to the flannel ball and Qilin who had been following him from a distance to take cover.

Although the sounds coming from the distance were noisy, there were no panic screams or painful wails. It seemed to be just a lot of noise caused by the large number of people and vehicles.

 Foldolink was a local guide in Lan's eyes, so he was only more vigilant, but had no objection.

 “Archbishop Klimt?”

Each of them didn't talk much, and their expressions seemed to be naturally gloomy and calm.

 The leader of the convoy first walked out from the side of a hill, and then pulled out a long line of people and vehicle frames behind him.

　Judging from the sound, this looks like a motorcade.

 A large but neatly arranged motorcade gradually drove over.

"Don't act rashly, just wait by the roadside. At this time, a large convoy can be pulled out of the situation, so it should have some status. This is the city of Lothric, and no one can disobey Osroais king."

Just walking silently, there was the sound of collisions between armor parts, as well as the collision of the halberds, spears and shoulder armors carried on the shoulders.

"That is."

Foldolink seemed to know the leader, he murmured.

 This narrow terrain is not suitable for riding horses, so except for a few carts, everyone walks.

 As the noisy sound gradually got closer, it was exactly what Fodorinck had estimated.

 “Do you want to hide first?”

Lan tilted his head softly and asked Fodolink.

 After all, this old knight said that due to the decline of the flame and the hardships of the world, trust can rarely be born between people.

 The walking people fit well with Lan En’s initial impression of the world.

Each person's voice is not loud, but when they are gathered together, it becomes noisy.

“If they were just passing by, but we hid on the side, and if we were discovered by the experts in the convoy, there would be no explanation.”

 But Fodolink shook his head after thinking for a moment.

Lan En was standing behind Fodolink, leaning against the mountain wall with his arms folded.

It would not be wise to meet each other on this narrow and rugged mountain road.

Those cat eyes were tilted sideways, looking at the motorcade that had already walked not far away through the silver hair that fell from his forehead.

 The person walking in the lead was wearing very recognizable clothes.

 That is similar to what Christian bishops wear when conducting ceremonies on formal occasions in Lan En's home world.

 The dark blue silk robe is so soft that it can reflect light and shine.

 The various ribbons hanging on the robe are religious decorations. The ornately decorated shawl symbolizes being ‘under the protection of God’.

 The most distinctive feature is the white high hat with gold patterns.

 The image of a clergyman is one of high status.

However, unlike ordinary world religious figures who are powerless and advocate non-violence, he carries a beautiful double-pronged gun in his arms.

The silver-white spear was very sharp, but the exquisite and complicated hollow carvings on the head of the spear, as well as the posture of the gun holder holding it in his arm, made Lan En unsure whether this was a religious ritual weapon. , or a combat weapon. Archbishop Klimt apparently also saw the two people on the road.

He raised the hand that was not holding the spear gently and slowly, then he left the team and walked towards the two people on the roadside.

 Two tall, iron barrel-like knights followed behind him.

 The rest of the people continued walking according to the route.

“May the fire guide your path, Fodolink.”

 The old knight bowed skillfully, and the archbishop also used religious gestures skillfully, tapping his shoulders on both sides.

As he spoke, he took out a crimson strip of cloth from his large robe, put it on Fodolink's body, and tied it for him.

Lan En saw these actions in his eyes. In this world where [fire] has a special meaning, covering the body with a crimson cloth seems to have the meaning of being 'protected by the fire'.

  Wait until a series of actions are completed before you can start talking.

"You are still wandering around here. Poor man. There is no way to get rid of the curse of immortality except to let the flames grow again."

Archbishop Klimt spoke softly.

Foldolink's body trembled with his head lowered, but he still didn't speak. He seemed to be stubborn and unwilling.

 After hearing this, Lan En looked at the old knight from behind.

 As expected, Fodolink himself is also an immortal.

 That's why he had those emotions when chatting before.

Archbishop Klimt is also of average height, but he is also very old and has a gray beard that is not too long.

This kind of beard that was supposed to be bold looked a little gloomy on his face.

 The two knights behind him were about the same size as Lan En, and the heads of ordinary people's heads would basically reach their chests.

 They wore iron bucket helmets and heavy armor that looked sturdy.

 The plate armor was lined with chain armor and leather armor, and a loose monk's robe was worn between the plate armor and chain armor to show their status as church knights.

It's just that the plate armor **** the too-sluggish chest, abdomen and torso of the monk's robe, leaving only the large sleeves of both arms hanging outside.

Foldolink once said to Lan En before, "Everyone saw that the lumberjack's figure became abnormal but he still got closer. I don't know whether it was stupidity or bravery."

This shows that the body shape of ordinary people is actually "normal standard" in this world, but he didn't express anything when he saw Lan En.

These unusually tall church knights also followed the archbishop majestically.

There are still many confusions in this world for Lan En, but it seems that these things cannot be understood in a short time.

Lan is not impatient and can be very patient as long as needed.

“Your Excellency, I haven’t seen you come out of the Deep Church for a long time.”

 Foldolink's old voice was filled with respect.

 “What’s the big fuss about this time?”

The convoy was still passing by on the mountain road beside a few people, and there were dense sounds of clashing armors and footsteps.

If it weren't for the relatively high humidity here, the dust would have been choking.

"We must welcome back a little-known goddess. She has encountered a change. Now only the Church of the Deep can allow her to rest for a while."

Klimt’s lips under his gray beard pursed, and he spoke vaguely. At the same time, his eyes subconsciously dodge slightly.

ˆObviously, the expression of ‘half-said and asked the questioner to stop there’.

Just as they were talking about gods, the most luxurious and solemn vehicle in the convoy was passing by a few people.

On top of the carriage, there was a tall female figure, sitting on her knees in the shadowy black gauze curtain.

 (End of this chapter)