Hatsuizumi was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

At one point, the crew thought that the passenger had died on board, which was a very unfortunate thing.

Hatsuizumi hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out, perhaps because the hood was not properly worn, and his beautiful face was undisguised in front of the sailors.

Fortunately, all the passengers on the ship had left, and the original location of "Arena" was just one of the ports where the ship docked, and Hatsuizumi was not recognized as the witch that everyone shouted at in the original town.

When those deep blue eyes swept towards the sailor who was about to rebuke Hatsuizumi, the young sailor's face flushed with anger stammered, and he could not say anything harsh.

How could such a little girl be regarded as a witch, Chu Quan sighed rarely.

Monreal was a rather large port city, closer to the elaborate white-walled Mediterranean cities of later generations, with all the houses with clean, whitewashed walls and elliptical roofs of the same color as the sea, neatly arranged along the low hills.

This is a city suitable for couples to vacation, couples, this is the word that comes to Hatsuizumi's mind.

No, no, it's too early to describe her and the end of the light.

It's just that it's true that Hatsuizumi doesn't have much time to spend with Sueko, and it should be said that these two rarely have time to go out together.

Aside from that half of the interstellar trip, these two people don't have any serious dates, it's really strange that they have been together since birth.

It was already dusk, and the low bell was striking eighteen, and Hatsuizumi flipped through the map, found the largest tavern in the area, and walked in.

There weren't that many people in the tavern now, so Hatsuizumi ordered a pint of ale and scrambled towards the proprietress always.

The tavern, the land of three religions and nine streams, is of course in the center of the boss, or the proprietress of the proprietor.

It's like the hero invincible wants to go to the tavern to recruit heroes, Sid Meier's pirates have to go to the tavern hero to save the beauty and gain the favor of the waitress, and the tavern of the old rolling five is a long list of side teasers, and the tavern is the object of repeated descriptions in all kinds of heroic epics.

A few copper plates suffice a large glass of inferior liquor, sandwiches with too many onions and meat, and the sound of people talking loudly mingled with the tinkling of a mandolin.

A paradise for the active, a hell for the contemplative.

Hatsuizumi thinks she's pretty good at getting useful information in this kind of place, even though she doesn't really like the smell of pantothenic acid.

She talked to the proprietress as she knocked a gold coin down the weather-beaten counter without a trace.

The proprietress smiled knowingly, and her smiling eyes looked at Hatsuizumi.

Hatsuizumi lowered his voice and made a cautious look.

"Is there any good way to go to the Holy City to worship?" Her voice seemed to tremble slightly with nervousness, "I want to go to the Holy City to have a look. ”

A believer, the proprietress seemed a little surprised, after all, these days, there are too few people who make a fortune purely for some faith and not for the identity of a monk, but considering the age of the questioner, her smile is a little pitying.

However, as a real businessman, she had no reason to push the business out, and she also kept her voice down, even though neither of them noticed the conversation between the two of them.

"Of course, of course, the convent is still open, and the priest Benjamin's line is still a few men," the proprietress gestured with her thumb and forefinger, "Mother Martha is an old bastard who is a heavy drinker, and she still needs a niece to pay for her for this month's drink." ”

"Ah, yes, thank you so much." A meaningful smile appeared on the face under the hood.

This smile made the proprietress realize that this lady with a soft and sweet voice was not as "soft and sweet" as she thought.

After drinking the light and tasteless liquor, the sky was completely gray when Hatsuizumi walked out of the tavern, and the cloudless night sky flowed like milky milk of the Milky Way.

She leaned against the railing of the window of the hotel room, and the night breeze was not too cool to make her drowsy.

Compared to the harsh environment of the last mission, this time it is simply a paradise.

And the map is not very big, for a monk, where else can he go?

Going from this religious shrine will not disappoint her, intuitively.

Resting in such a relieving environment, Hatsuizumi felt that this night was the best rest she had since she came to this virtual world.

Except for the time when I played the emperor, the subsequent tasks were not too pleasant.

At least it's not very friendly to Hatsuizumi.

Breakfast consists of fresh sea fish fried in olive oil and a soup made from truffles and corn, and a half-boiled poached egg.

The price is as expensive as the ingredients for this meal.

Hatsufoun had no money, but Arena's fortune was abundant, and in addition to the large bag of gold coins, there was also a bag of various gems of astonishing size.

It's no wonder that orphan girls sitting on the family wealth will be targeted by people with intentions.

The monastery is located next to a high cliff, and the lonely wind whins over the rock wall, which seems to be two extremes from the bright colors of the previous city, but the so-called penance is not to love this set.

You have to have no love for this world.

The door of the monastery was closed, and Hatsuizumi knocked on the side door, and the old gatekeeper, whose teeth were about to be lost, poked his head out and asked her what she was coming from.

"I'm here for Sister Martha." As soon as these words came out, the gatekeeper smiled strangely.

The iron door slowly opened: "Martha is going in and turning left to the third room." ”

Of course, Hatsuizumi didn't forget to put down another gold coin.

The interior of the monastery smells of decaying wood that has fallen into disrepair.

How can one be closer to God by living in such a place? Occasionally, nuns dressed in black robes and solemn faces passed by her, their eyes blank, and the new visitors could not make their eyes drift in the slightest.

God knows if they're as old-fashioned as they look, who knows? There are too many examples of the monastery not being the target of the hunt of the suave boys, or the unfortunate misfortune of a girl being thrown in this dark place.

Hatsuizumi knocked lightly, and after a while, a murky voice responded, "Come in." ”

Seeing that it was a new face that she had never seen before, the fat nun tilted her head in confusion.

"The tavern's lady said you had a niece missing." A girl with plump lips, a lady, oh anything, said in a demonic demagogic voice.

Apparently the alcohol hadn't worn off Martha's senses, and she nodded much faster than she could respond to the knock on the door.

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Western-style games play a lot of talk in this tone, this kind of vulgar combination of local and foreign tone.

I have to retake subject 2 again.

Vertigo.

I'm going to hit ACS.

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