Angelica pushed open Victor's door at about ten o'clock in the morning, and Victor's class had already been made up, so theoretically speaking, he could return to his favorite salted fish life from today, otherwise such a precious heir would die suddenly.

It can be saved, but it is afraid that the experience of sudden death will cause boredom to study, and the gain outweighs the loss, which is the personal experience of some of the scholars in the Affiliated Academy of the Holy See.

I saw that Victor and Arthas, the big and the small, slept very poorly, Victor spread out on the bed with his teeth and claws, and Arthas was lying in the center of the bed with his head, and his legs were kicked on Victor's face, and the bed was as messy as if it had been bombarded by a forbidden spell.

Both of them frowned at the moment, as if they were having a nightmare.

"Alas. Angelica sighed, condensed the bronze-level universal magic water ball technique in her hand, and smiled not like an angel at all, but exactly the same smile as her self before becoming a succubus holy warrior, "Get up!"

"Wow! I dreamed that someone stabbed me in the mouth with a turnip. ”

"I dreamed that I couldn't put my shoes in all the time......"

......

Victor dried Arthas and the water on his body with a cleansing technique, and then quickly washed up.

Joke, there is still a succubus pestle in an angel's skin standing in the house, Victor can't afford to mess with this aunt now, and the ghost knows if Angelica's inexplicable anger yesterday has disappeared.

Leaving Arthas alone in the bathroom to take a shower, Victor came out alone, and when he saw Angelica looking through the file he had read the previous day, he leaned over very doggedly and handed him a cup of fruit.

"Well, did you find anything?" Angelica didn't look at Victor, she was still flipping through the file, but at a fast pace, as if she were simply flipping through a book. This is one of the characteristics of divine beings such as angels, with strong dynamic vision and a vivid memory.

Instead of speaking, Victor turned the first page of each dossier and spread it out on the table one by one.

Angelica frowned, a little unsure of what Victor meant.

The first page of the dossier is full of information about the informant and images of the magic guide.

"Angelica, look, the first dossier, the informant, Selena Silvermoon, the Night Elves. ”

"Second dossier, Informant, Onexia Windranger, High Elves"

"The third book, the elf clan, the fourth book, the elf clan, and the fifth book are also the elf clan, and all the reporters recorded in the file are all elves, and they report the case alone. ”

Victor gestured to the closed bathroom door again.

"Yesterday, the survivor of the three, the serious young high elf Lori, was powerless, and she was not captured, and even spent a lot of effort to control her with mental magic. ”

"Why did the prisoners spare only these elves? For the sacrifice of some evil gods, the elves are the best sacrifice, and the female slave trade should not spare the elves of Cologne. ”

"So?"

So, while its purpose is not yet clear, two things can be certain. Victor's eyes stared at Angelica, those bright and beautiful golden eyes seemed to be flowing, even Angelica couldn't help but look at it for a while, "First, through the reporter and Arthas, I can basically determine that the prisoner is an elf, but I'm not sure which subspecies. ”

"Second, since some of the missing people are accompanied by elves, there will always be people who don't walk with the elves or are simply loners, and I estimate that there are many people in these groups who are missing, but there are no survivors who have reported the crime. ”

"If that's the case...... Angelica's face became more and more solemn, "then the nature of this matter is too bad, and I must report it to His Holiness the Pope." ”

"Nonsense, of course I have to tell the old man, I'm not stupid enough to try to settle this matter with the two of us. Victor sneered, "You go and tell the old man, don't use the Holy See's garrison force to search for a large area, and let those guys from the Inquisition go out." Alas, it was only at this time that I felt the importance of a team of shadow stalkers, and it was also a place where the Holy City had never been able to use them, and finally they all jumped to major kingdoms and empires. ”

With that, Victor walked out the door.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Angelica's wings stretched out to block the door, "You're not going to investigate on your own, are you?"

Victor rolled his eyes and pushed the angel's wings, arguably the most beautiful creatures in the world, away.

"Please, I'll let you report it to the old man, okay. Besides, I'm not one of those lonely protagonists in knightly novels! I'm the rookie pope successor of the Holy See, and I don't care for my life, and I can't do the kind of thing that only a protagonist does. Victor, who had already pushed the door open, smiled indifferently at Angelica, his slightly narrowed eyes showed a determined look, "It's just that I promised the dwarf winter melon to find everyone's friends back." ”

Looking at the back of Victor, who has faded away from immaturity and youthfulness, and his back is getting wider and wider, the cold-faced three-year-old kid in Angelica's memory seems to be messing with her yesterday, and today he has become like a man.

"Really, I'm not his mother. ”

Angelica shook her head, just as Arthas had finished her shower and pushed open the bathroom door and ran out.

"Angelica Angelica, the bath is really big, but what are the books in the cabinet next to the bath for, they are all beautiful dark elf sisters, but they are a little less ......"

A skinny two-ponytailed dwarf winter melon ran out of the bathroom, smooth and slippery from top to bottom.

"At least put a bath towel on me!And the dark elf sister wears less!What the hell do you have a face just fort about!!"

On top of the noisy spire, Angelica's roar officially kicked off the day.

......

After leaving his room, Victor left the Holy See and began to wander aimlessly through the Holy City.

It is said that it is aimless, but in fact, it is generally heading towards the northern part of the holy city, and his destination is a tavern outside the northern city.

This tavern is more famous in the Holy City, and in addition to its strange location, this unique mead can be said to be a very famous specialty wine in several kingdoms bordering the Holy City.

But Victor didn't go for a drink, he went to the owner of the tavern.

Some tavern owners will ask you to come in and sit quickly, and then rub a plate of hearthstone with you; some tavern owners will say that they are strong men and walk slowly, and the name in front of them is Jingyanggang, and there is a big white-fronted insect that eats people.

And the owner of this tavern is the leader of a group of thugs, and he collects protection money.

Yes, protection money is charged in the Holy City.

Every time he thinks of this, Victor can't help but pity this group of people, in this holy city where high-level professionals can be seen everywhere, even the holy domain is not too rare characters, this group of ordinary silver third-order, the leader of the golden first-order thugs, collect protection fees hahahahaha.

I'm sorry, Victor can't help but repeat it again, this group of big brothers is so funny.

And then the point that made Victor dumbfounded was also here, because they could really collect protection fees, and the capital of this tavern was collected from protection fees.

Victor was among them, learning the art of moving bricks and brawls, as well as how to receive protection money in the Holy City.

All the chambers of commerce and shops in Beicheng District, they will come to collect the protection fee, and after collecting it, they really want to "protect" the chamber of commerce, and this protection fee is not the same as the collection method in other places.

As for how to protect, that is, the leader took all the younger brothers under his hands to move a large number of goods unloaded from the truck into the warehouse of the Chamber of Commerce by manpower, some of them moved the goods, and some of them stacked the goods, and the two groups of people worked alternately, and the same number of laborers needed to do a day's work, and these gangsters finished it in half a day. This kind of "protection" is also applied to the major shops in Beicheng District, and in the past three years, all the labor gates in Beicheng District have been squeezed away.

"Boss, aren't we just doing hard work?" Victor, who was fashionable and pretending to be a thug, sent a soul torture to the leader.

"No, why do you think that? We're thugs. The leader's serious expression, Victor almost thought he was a rigid paladin, "It's just that there is a bottom line." ”

"......" Victor really didn't know how to answer, and could only stare at the leader with questioning eyes.

The leader was stared at by this gaze for a long time, and probably felt a little embarrassed, and coughed dryly twice, as if to convince himself:

"Ahem, well, that's right, we're thugs. Hurry up, we'll have to go to another store in the afternoon to collect protection money. ”

These people, except for when they fight in the streets, they really can't see where they look like gangsters.

The funniest thing is that they beat a gang of thieves who are on the run, and they are stunned to let them fight every three days and beat them up every five days, and drive them out of the holy city.

...... It can only be said that they do look like gangsters, and if they are not acquaintances on the street, they probably have to tell the patrol paladin to interrogate them. But they are numerous and well-informed, and they may have seen a strange elf in some inconspicuous corner.

Victor actually walked quite fast, but the holy city was too big, plus he deliberately or unintentionally took a detour, checked some inaccessible corners, and didn't walk to the north gate until noon.

After leaving the city gate, he didn't go straight to the tavern, but first found a bush and got in, took out a set of leather armor that adventurers often wore from the space ring, and then took out the large red brick body of the star meteorite Mithril from the shell of the holy book and pinned it to his waist.

"I said host, if I don't squeak, you really don't care about me?

The sudden sound of the system really startled Victor.

"You're crazy! What are you trying to scare me, don't you see me changing my clothes? Fortunately, I'm dressed quickly, otherwise you would have to pull my groin when you give me such a sentence when you wear pants. ”

"I really don't want to complain, didn't I tell you that there are still 388 silver magic cores and 20 gold magic cores left to exchange for primary magic enchantment?"

"Well, what's that, it's not mine, it's the assets of the Holy See, the old man gave me a lot of good things, but I asked you, you said it can't be converted, so what should I do!"

"This system can't be converted, you won't sell it to the Chamber of Commerce! Also, the dignified heir of the Pope, can't you take some low-level magic cores from your Holy See's holy treasury?"

"If I dare to put them up for auction what the old man has given me, he will have to hang them on the highest spire of the Holy See without any security measures! Victor smiled wryly, "It's been at least three hundred years since the Holy Curry let go of items below the Mithril level. ”

"Phew, then you voted for a good tire for nothing, but you can't use what you can get, and you can't use valuable goods, what's the difference between this and those protagonists who are poor and white or waste wood!"

"Hey, don't talk about it, I'll ...... after this is sorted out. Go on an adventure!" Victor clenched his fist fiercely, "I'm going to get away with this marriage." ”

"Ah, hey, the back is the truth!"

......

"Squeak-" Pushing open the old wooden door, Victor walked into the tavern that the former "boss" had opened.

No one came to this tavern at this time, after all, it didn't serve anything but wine, and seven or eight people were gathered around a large round table, and at a glance it was all the guys in the store, preparing for lunch.

"The last dish, dried fried potato wedges, this is Lao Tzu's family recipe!

The loud voice in my memory is still the same as a broken drum, and the "leader" walked out of the back kitchen, holding a large plate of fried potato wedges in both hands.

"Yo, Boss. Victor's smile was brilliant.

The "leader" was stunned for a moment, then slammed the plate on the table and made a "coo" sound.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at Victor, his face flushed slightly, and he shouted:

"Little bastard, you really know if you're here for food!"