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"Bang!" The vase of the country of porcelain, worth 100 gold, was swept to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"The house burned down, but you just couldn't find the man?" Lena, the chief of the Shahu tribe? Dur? The sand fox waved his arm and shouted angrily.

The guard said, "I have carefully examined the ruins, and they are all the corpses of some servants and guards. That person killed eighteen guards in one go, two of them were black lead level cultivators, and in the end, he was able to escape calmly, and his source power level was at least the red iron level, or even higher. ”

Shahu's expression became more gloomy: "The team leader of the Harry Secret Guard is all hematite-level cultivators. ”

The guard leader said hesitantly: "But the thief who broke into the palace of the lord is tall, and it does not match the size of that person. ”

Sand Fox snorted: "Since it is a dark guard team, of course there is more than one person. The freckles, the thieves who stole the letterheads, and this one must be in the same league today. As long as the search is intensified, sooner or later they can be forced out. By the way, what happened to the idiot who was rescued from the fire? ”

The guard said: "That old man was scared out of illness, lying on the bed with a high fever, and kept talking nonsense. ”

Shahu was silent for a moment, and smiled coldly at the guard leader: "Just let him be frightened and killed, and we can also deal with those secret guards justifiably." The murder of a nobleman is a capital offense, and he can be stabbed directly to the Great Council, and Harry can only suffer this loss. "That nobleman was not from his faction, and he had several extremely delicate slave girls, whom he had coveted for a long time, and he took the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

The guard nodded understandingly, and said, "When I came back, the city was full of notices. His expression was very strange, and he hesitated for a moment before adding, "The notice says that the presiding officer of Allah's Temple is a horse thief of the Storm Horse Thieves. ”

"What?" Sand Fox shouted.

Before the consternation on his face dissipated, a guard voice came from outside the door: "My lord, there are a few people holding the identity cards of the palace guards, and they want you to meet them immediately." ”

"What?" A gust of wind stood in the center of the temple, his face pale, and the wide sleeves of his robe trembled with a string of fish-scale folds.

The servant of the temple lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Those rumors are posted all over the street, and they spread quickly, and there are already many believers around the gate of the temple, you see? ”

A gust of wind looked past the servants and into the temple. The temple scholars who were studying the scriptures staggered in front of the temple steps, turning their heads to ear, their faces showing uneasiness.

It must have been the escaped rat who did it. A gust of wind was angry and suspicious in his heart, this is not like the style of the secret guard, could it be that the other party was cornered, so he used this to vent his anger? He flicked the sleeves of his robe and strode out of the temple, nodding to the scholars in a compromised manner.

The scholars were silent in unison, hugging their shoulders and saluting.

"Come out with me and have a look." A gust of wind shouted in a deep voice, and the scholars followed him to the temple door.

In the square outside, a large number of believers gathered, noisy and shouting, and the crowd was surging. Many of them were merchants, who had been plagued by horse thieves and were now unable to trade outside the city, and their hearts were full of resentment.

"There is no Lord but Allah." A gust of wind groaned slightly, and shouted loudly. The crowd subconsciously stopped the commotion and responded: "Glory to Allah." ”

"These days, Chief Sand Fox has been arresting a gang of illegal thugs." A gust of wind looked solemn, and his gaze swept over everyone. "In order to avoid the pursuit of the chieftain, those rioters did not hesitate to spread rumors, confuse black and white, and try to create chaos to escape. They are the minions of the devil and sinners who desecrate the temple and will be punished by Allah. ”

Everyone was taken by his usual majesty, and they were silent for a while. Suddenly, a voice came out: "I heard that there is a secret room in the prayer tower, which is full of horse thieves' stolen goods, we want to go in to check the authenticity!" ”

The crowd was crowded, and the wind could not see the person who spoke. "You have insulted the dignity of the temple by believing the rumors of the mob. If Allah condemns sin, He will punish all. "The wicked of you, with the mob in their wake; The good among you will also bring harm to your own body and will bear the consequences of disobedience to Allah. ”

The devotees looked at each other, and some even fell to their knees in fear, begging the gods for forgiveness.

"Confess to Allah and do not be deceived by the words of the devil." A gust of wind solemnly recited, "Give a qiē to Allah for judgment." ”

He calmed and intimidated him, and everyone's feelings gradually calmed down and began to disperse. A gust of wind turned to leave, and a sharp gust of wind suddenly struck him from a distance, shooting straight at the back of his head.

The instinct of life and death can make a gust of wind not think about it, and shake his arms and sleeves. With a "snap", the sleeves of the robe were thrown back, and a short knife with cold light was shocked and flew out, sticking upside down on the pillars of the square, humming and trembling.

"He knows martial arts! He's a cultivator! There was a shrill cry from the crowd.

The devotees were in an uproar, and even the temple scholars watched in disbelief at the gust of wind. No one expected that the revered temple host would hide a martial art.

"Who the hell is he?" "Why are you hiding your martial arts?" "Is there a ghost in your heart?" The crowd was chattering louder and louder, a gust of wind stiffened, fists clenched in their sleeves, and only dense shade could be seen in the direction from which the throwing knives came. The other party came prepared, and there was more than one, no matter how he explained and responded, he would usher in waves of followers until he was completely discredited.

Leaving behind the chaotic noise, he walked back to the temple without saying a word in a gust of wind. Is there still a power of the palace guards in Crescent City? How much backhand has the other party prepared? He gradually became jealous in his heart, and the thought of leaving was born.

Passing through the colonnade, a gust of wind walked through the majestic and solemn halls, and in the deep twilight, his moving shadows joined the shadows cast by the vaults. He looked up in a trance, and sometimes, he felt like he was already a part of the place.

But he didn't belong here after all. A gust of wind swept into the verdant forest, and a gentle harp sound came from a side hall in the depths.

The third child is really not suitable for this industry. A gust of wind shook his head secretly, and the black baboon actually formed a friendship with a foreign bard, and invited the boy into the temple to live with him, for fear that he would be detained by the tribal soldiers.

"You can use the wheel fingers I taught you for this piece." The black baboon leaned back on the bed and gestured with his fingers.

"That's right." Saffron holds the harp in her arms, and the middle, index, and ring fingers alternately play the strings, and the music beats like dense raindrops. "Uncle, you are so amazing, it really sounds a lot better!"

"Little ghost, this is my unique job." The black baboon said triumphantly.

"I'll practice well." Saffron raised the straw hat she was wearing, "I will definitely be a bard as good as my uncle in the future!" ”

"Hmph, what's that going to do?" The black baboon made a face, "You have to be better than me." ”

A gust of wind reflected in the arched window, and the black baboon's eyes flickered, and said, "You practice first, and I'll go out for a while." He limped out of the side hall and closed the door, locked in another world by the light and the sound of the harp.

"What's going on?" The black baboon saw a gust of wind with a grim expression on his face.

A gust of wind asked in a deep voice, "How are your injuries?" ”

"It's a little bit like that."

"Can you ride a horse?"

"Hehe, even if I only have one breath left, I won't fall off my horse."

"That's good, you can clean up as much as possible, call Brother Qi, we will go out of the city in the middle of the night today. I'll arrange for the soldiers who are guarding the gates tonight to be replaced by our men. ”

The black baboon said in surprise: "So urgent? The second child's revenge has not been avenged? ”

A gust of wind sneered: "Don't worry, those people will be forced out of the city soon, we will wait for them outside." ”