The majestic temple at the headquarters of the Holy Order in Paris was pitch black, and it looked particularly eerie under the white light of the cold bright moon.
In the underground secret room of the side hall of the temple, a broken candle glowed faintly.
Four gloomy-looking middle-aged men sat around the candlelight, staring at the secret letter placed on the table in silence.
A slight cough broke the appalling silence.
"Master General, is the Holy Order really going to suffer a disaster this time?" The priest of the Holy Order moved his eyes to Jacques de Molay, the leader of the Holy Order, and saw a trace of solemnity in the eyes of the Supreme Commander of the Holy Order.
The Inspector-General of the Holy Order cleared his throat and whispered: "Everyone, there were rumors a year ago that His Holiness wanted to destroy the Holy Order, but this year we have not seen any action from His Holiness? Is it possible that someone is deliberately driving a wedge between us and the Holy Order?" Words? And there are indeed rumors coming from the palace recently, and we have to believe it."
Jacques De Molay, the head of the Holy Order, picked up the secret letter again and read it repeatedly. It was ordinary parchment, ordinary ink, ordinary writing symbols, and there was no trace of its origin. "Who could be informing me? What is the purpose? Save the Holy Order?"
The general commander slapped the secret letter on the table and looked up at the grand commander of the Holy Regiment. "Pero, you are the grand commander and are responsible for the military affairs of the Holy Regiment. Are there any abnormalities in the royal army recently? Can our shields withstand possible disasters?"
Hugo de Perrault is the Grand Master of the Holy Order and the armed commander of the Holy Order. However, since the fall of the Holy Land and the return to Europe, the Knights of the Holy Order and the sergeants of the army have not fought for a long time. The Holy Order has an astonishing amount of real estate and treasury. In these years, the knights and sergeants have basically had no other tasks except guarding the Holy Order strongholds and various estates that are almost unthreatened. So when the commander of the regiment asked whether the army could fight against possible enemies, he didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Two months ago, the King of France deployed his troops to the north to deal with the English invasion across the sea. There are only a small number of city defenders and palace guards in Paris. I don't think the King of France has any plans to attack us for the time being~" The soft tone of the grand leader made several senior members of the Holy Order even more unsure.
The Grand Commander remembered something and added: "However, yesterday there was a report from the guards that there was a group of suspicious people in a nearby hotel who were always staring at the temple. I asked the guard captain to disguise himself and test it out. They seemed to be a group of businessmen from the north, and they were not suspicious."
"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing?" The Chief was a little angry.
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"Okay! No need to explain, you immediately pick a few elite guards, disguise yourself, and carry an iron box to the stronghold in the north of the city to see if anyone is following you. If anyone is following, catch him immediately and leave one alive."
Just outside the high wall of the temple, not far from the underground chamber of the temple, on a straw stack on the side of the street, a beggar who smelled bad and was wrapped in seven or eight layers of rags was listening to the movement at the side door of the temple with his eyes narrowed and his ears pricked up.
This beggar has been begging nearby for four or five days. Every day, he relies on the scraps thrown out from the temple to satisfy his hunger. From time to time, he has to be kicked a few times by passing hooligans and market people. Judging from the beggar's posture, he probably has to beg for food here throughout the winter.
In the middle of the night, the side door of the temple opened quietly. Although the movement was slight, the sound of creaking wood still reached the beggar's ears.
He suddenly opened his eyes, listened carefully and did not get up after listening carefully. Instead, he coughed violently for a while and then fell asleep on his side.
In a house not far behind the wheat straw where the beggar lived, two men in tight robes were awakened by violent coughs.
For a moment, there were two rapid and slight footsteps near the house. Then a person came out of the house, hid in the shadow of the house along the street, and chased after several figures...
At the beginning of October of the year 1307 in the Christian era, it was a secluded small farm outside Paris.
Matt looked at a corpse placed in the farm's hay warehouse with a calm expression, and asked the other two task force soldiers who participated in last night's operation: "You said that our guy was killed by the Holy Order guard who was about to expire?"
A special soldier with a sword wound on his face felt quite ashamed, "Sir, we are incompetent. At that time, the three Holy Order guards were already fighting with the group of unknown guys. We waited until the fighting was almost done before we went to deal with it. As a result, one of the guys was stabbed to death by the Holy Order guards who pretended to be dead~"
Matt pointed to the iron box containing some dinner plates, silver cups, knives and forks next to the body, and asked: "Are you sure that the Holy Order's guards did not change the box in the middle?"
"Yes, sir. Although these two brothers caught up to join us, I followed them all the time. I am sure that they did not stop on the way."
"I thought that these years of luxurious life had softened the bones of the knights of the Holy Order, but I didn't expect that they were still It's so powerful that three people beat eight people and actually wiped out the opponent's group. Even the guys who were beaten to death were able to kill my well-trained special soldiers." Art didn't say anything, but he already wanted to quit. The donkeys and camels of the holy group were bigger than horses, and the Dharma King was in the ascendant. No matter which side, Art dared to provoke easily.
What's more, it is unknown whether the Holy Group will be destroyed like in the original time and space.
He nodded and made a sign of the cross towards the corpse on the ground. "Find a place to bury the brother who died in the battle. When you return, tell the government to take good care of his family." The next two groups continued to observe, and the rest all evacuated the city of Paris. The identity and purpose of the group of guys were revealed, and our plan was probably useless. Staying in the city would only increase the risk."
Ron glanced at the cold corpse on the ground, nodded solemnly, called a few guardsmen to dispose of the corpse and the iron box, and then ordered his guards to go into the city to deliver the order.
October 10th, autumn is cold. After waiting for another two days, nothing has been sent out from the Holy Order headquarters and Holy Order treasury.
On October 11th, the headquarters and various strongholds of the Holy Order, which had been under martial law, suddenly became tense. The gates of the temple were closed tightly, and the strongholds and castles were also threatened by enemies. Because in the early morning of this morning, the Pope sent an envoy to send a secret letter to the head of the Holy Order.
Of course, Art, who was meditating beside the stables in the farm outside Paris at the moment, knew nothing about this. He was just curious about why the Holy Order did not transfer the treasures and money in the Holy Order headquarters and Holy Order treasury in advance as rumored in the previous life. Is it true? He planned to hide everything in the pillars of the temple, and then wait for the King of France to collect them all~
Just when Art was puzzled, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, so he immediately turned around and ran out of the stable, shouting Ron's name loudly.
Ron, who was having breakfast in the room, immediately threw away the wooden bowl with mutton soup and bread in his hand when he heard the sound, and ran out the door.
"Sir?"
"Ron, hurry up and ask the brothers to disguise themselves immediately. You take them into the city and divide them into two teams. Centered on the Holy Order headquarters and the Holy Order's treasury, they lurk around the warehouses and hotels where carriages and goods can often come in and out and monitor."
"The people of the Holy Order will definitely not come from the ground. To move the treasures, there must be tunnels under the headquarters and the treasury. The most likely tunnel exits are warehouses and hotels where people often come in and out of goods."
Matt slapped his forehead, "I'm afraid it's too late~"
But he had already put in so much effort to pick up the leaks, and he didn't care about spending more energy.