Hetty shook her head, and she found herself wandering again. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Hetty grabbed her hair with her fingers. The blonde hair, hidden under the red robe, was the medicine that Hetty used to relieve her worries, and pulling her hair was the most common thing she did. Now Hetty walks in the quiet corridor, and at the end of the corridor is the center of the entire watchtower face, which is also Hetty's destination. Now that place is occupied by Palmer. Hetty hated that aristocratic playboy and hated the smell of rouge on him. Palmer may not have liked Hetty either, but he has never been rude to herty, perhaps because of his special preferences. Hetty had heard some rumors about Palmer, and it was clear that Hetty was past the age to make Palmer intended. But today is the ceremony of the inauguration of the watchtower, and even in the corridor, you can hear the cheers of the people outside. The occasion needs to be with Palmer.

Now the Holy City is very complicated. When the city was founded, everyone was poor but also religious. Everyone has nothing, but at the same time everyone is close. When the Holy City became the center of the entire continent and the Gemini Cult became the only one in everyone's hearts, the Holy City began to become ugly and dirty. The priests, who are the leaders of the church, are a bunch of hedonists. New religiously accepted believers who fail to fit into this current are ostracized, and Hetty is a special exception. If it weren't for the people of the church who coveted the power of the No.2 warriors, Hety would not have been able to become a so-called "saint". As the bishop's son, Palmer may be one of the more "delicate" of those scumbags. The priests and some old-fashioned nobles sheltered each other and maintained their disgusting lives.

The other force in the Holy City is the Knights, the only armed group in the Holy City, and many of them also serve as the guardians of the Holy City. Although the Knights were nominally subordinate to the Church, they were separated from each other. In recent years, the people who were at peace had forgotten about the sword and the bow, and the knights were gradually declining. If the watchtower is built and the Holy City becomes truly impregnable, then the Holy City will no longer need knights. This is also the key reason why the knight named Alik is bullied at will - the Holy City has abandoned the knight. The last force of the Holy City looked much fresher, then the Chamber of Commerce made up of new nobles and merchants. They oppose all things old and focus on innovation, Master Cook is the representative of the commoners, and Mr. Church is the leader of the aristocracy.

It seems that these three forces are incompatible, but none of them can do without the other. The majestic construction of the watchtower is a testament to this. The entire building, the architect, Master Cook, was completed with a group of craftsmen, the money was raised by Church's chamber of commerce, and it was the church and the nobility who actually put it into practice. The reason is simple, the entire land around the Holy City belonged to the Twin Goddesses. At the same time, measures to keep the watchtower secret would need to be done by hiring knights. After its completion, all honor and hope will go to the Gemini Cult, and the profit share will be obtained by the Chamber of Commerce. The knights belong to the oppressed side, but most of the hot-blooded knights simply wish for the watchtower to be built. Church coined the word "volunteer" and gave it to these selfless knights, and everyone except the knights found it ironic.

As a "holy woman" in the church, Hetty knows more than the average person. None of these three forces are clean, but Hetty feels that he has no right to judge them. This is also the reason why she has endured Palmer to this day. In the body of the young nobleman, the equal-area system circulated like blood. He instinctively looked down on Alik, Cook, and Hetty, even if all three were better than him in every way. But now Hetty has encountered something more troublesome for her. She waved her hand for the attendants behind her to disperse, and then turned to a remote corner.

"Why are you following me?" ”

The young knight stepped out of the shadows of the corridor with a stiff expression. After pondering and meditating, he decided to find out the truth alone and then communicate with Sulfona. There are many ways to find out all this, and Brewster boldly chooses the most direct and reckless of them all—and that is to spy on Hetty. Brewster had heard from Thinnera that Hetty couldn't recognize demons, and that her detection skills were the lowest among all the warriors. So Brewster thought he could hide from Hetty and follow her. But Brewster doesn't understand what a warrior's "poor perception" refers to is the capture of demonic power. On the contrary, Hetty, who could not detect demonic powers, had a more sensitive sense of smell and hearing than the average warrior, so Brewster was quickly caught.

"I ...... I know!" Brewster's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he said in a trembling voice, "What you did down there, you secretly hid the demon beneath the Holy City. If the archbishop finds out, you ...... You will no longer be a saint and you will never be able to enter the Holy City!"

"Kid, are you threatening me?" said Hetty, smirking.

"I ...... I'm telling you to get lost. Brewster gradually regained his composure, and he said word by word, "I have heard about you, you are a devout believer in the twin goddesses. Do you think you can be redeemed for doing something like this?"

"Yes, but if you are killed, no one will know. Hetty shook her head, "Plus, it's not a secret at all. I know, Palmer knows, and of course the archbishop knows. Otherwise, why do you think I can make so much noise in the underground of the Holy City? If you ask me, I'll tell you about it too. ”

Brewster's eyes widened, he didn't expect Hetty to say that.

"Do you know what you're doing? You're raising demons! What do you want to do? Destroy humanity? Aren't you the ghost behind the recent demon attacks around the Holy City?" Brewster said angrily, "Do you know how many people have died because of you?"

"I think you might be mistaken. Hetty shook her head, "It's been a year since the demons were farmed, and they're all safe and controllable. Until recently, there was a vicious incident, and someone let some of the fighting demons go. This malicious release is the cause of the destruction of the surrounding villages, and the breeding of demons is not. ”

"You ......" Brewster was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously thought that it was the same people who released the demons and cultivated the demons, but he still had deep doubts about Hetty, "No matter how strong you are, it is a great sin for you to put demons under the sacred holy city." This is Master Cook's greatest masterpiece, and you have defiled it with the stench of demons!"

"Defile?

"You have tarnished Master Cook's wisdom!"

"It's ridiculous. Hetty said, "The technology needed for the Demon Breeding Project is what you call Master Cook. You don't want to think about why there is such a space underneath the watchtower he designed if Cook didn't know it? It is better to say that the filth in your mouth is the crystallization of his wisdom. ”

"How could it be? Master Cook ......"

Brewster was so startled that he could barely stand on his feet. Hetty picked him up like a chicken. For a fighter who is close to two meters tall, Brewster is like a child in front of her. Hetty took a few steps and reached out to open the mechanism on the oil lamp in the corridor, revealing the dark staircase to Brewster again. He shuddered, then looked at Hetty in confusion.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. You have more value than you think. "Whether you've discovered it yourself, or you've been guided by some ill-intentioned people, you're now misunderstanding what I'm doing." Trust me, I hate demons more than you think, and I like humans more than you think. ”

Brewster only felt the wind ringing in his ears, and Hety, who had walked in the dark for half a day that night, took a few steps over. The two men reappeared in the familiar hall. The hall was no longer filled with such fearsome demons, and there was not a single person around. Hetty walked through the hall with Brewster, who noticed that the hall was surrounded by hammers, pickaxes, shovels, sickles, and other tools. The tools were so large that Brewster couldn't hold the handle of the hammer in one hand, at least. Looking at the dirt-stained tools, Brewster couldn't help but ask.

"It's ......"

"It's a tool used by producers. ”

"Do producers still use tools?" Brewster was taken aback as he heard the girl say that producers are even less intelligent than the average demon.

"Of course, they are much more flexible than you are, except they don't talk much. Who do you think built this watchtower?"

"You...... You're going to let the demons build you a watchtower to defend against them?"

"Does that surprise you?" said Hetty, shrugging his shoulders lightly, "producers will only listen to those who give them food, and if we give them food, they will do what I say." Besides, if it weren't for these demons, would you think that with so many human craftsmen you could build such a tower? Cook had it all in mind from the beginning. His design for construction did not begin with the base of the minaret – but with the workers who built the base of the minaret. On this point, I still admire him. ”

"So, should I be grateful to such a demon for building the watchtower?"

Brewster said with an incredulous expression. He thought that perhaps outside the people of the Holy City were cheering for the completion of the watchtower, and the ugly producers raised their hammers in the salute. Brewster still couldn't accept the stench of demonic workers in the house he lived in. Hetty listened to Brewster's words and smiled mockingly.

"There's a lot more you can't accept. ”

Hetty led Brewster down the hall to the other rooms. Brewster saw that some demons were transporting sacks of wheat to the huge mill, and the piles of flour were carried out by them. The thought of the flour for the bread he ate in the morning was produced by these demons made Brewster feel an indescribable disgust. Some demon workers were digging through the mine with hoes, their bodies as slender as loaches and hollow. The soil cut out of the head is "eaten" directly into the abdominal cavity and then discharged from the tail. Looking at the wriggling bodies of these weird demons, Brewster almost threw up. However, Hetty explains that half of the steel in the Holy City was dug up by these ugly demons, and perhaps Brewster's longsword was too. This made the young knight's heart a little complicated.