A man carrying a long bow stood on a tree.
He gazed indifferently at the bodies strewn across the ground and spoke:
"Hurry up and clean the battlefield, attacking the Holy Church's supply caravan is a great sin, we need to leave quickly."
"Yes, sir!"
The people below responded in unison.
They quickened their pace, burning the bodies on the spot, cataloging and packing the various equipment from the supply caravan, and then went behind the caravan to erase all traces of their arrival.
A clear cry came from the sky.
Only to see a black hawk perch on the man's shoulder.
"What is it? Have you found something new?"
The long bow man asked with interest.
The black hawk gently pecked his finger.
The man laughed heartily, took out a special piece of meat to feed the black hawk, and said warmly:
"In this historical fragment, many secret treasures of the Holy Church are hidden, I need your help to find them well."
"—I will not treat you badly."
