With the last bit of strength he pulled the sword out of the robber leader's body, a panting Loren couldn't even stand on his feet, and sat aside against the wound in his left shoulder. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the bleeding was no longer there, the wound on the shoulder was still a burning pain - the preparation was sufficient, but the battle was still dangerous to a certain extent. This cunning robber disguised himself so well that he didn't expect such a guy who was afraid of death to be so powerful even if he was crazy.

It was the first time Loren had killed a man with his own hands - even though his fingers were still shaking, his body didn't react much, he didn't even feel like he was vomiting, was I born to do this?, he thought a little self-deprecatingly.

"That...... Y-Are you alright?"

Ain Rand, who came behind him, spoke a little hesitantly, his eyes always staring at the hideous wound on Loren's shoulder: "You...... If you don't ask about the shoulder injury, it may become inflamed. ”

"It's nothing, don't worry about this little injury...... You see, it's all starting to scab over. Loren pretended to be calm and smiled and said, "I was born like this, no matter what injuries I suffer, I will heal quickly." ”

"That's not going to work, at least a little bandage. The little wizard insisted, taking a roll of white bandages from his robe, and bandaging it for Loren without waiting for his reply.

"Uh...... Thank you. Surprised, Loren suddenly didn't know what to say: "Ah...... By the way, I haven't thanked you yet - if it weren't for your drama...... I mean, magic, I probably wouldn't have won so easily. ”

Ain, who had a concerned expression just now, suddenly had a cold expression, and his bandaged hands suddenly exerted force, and Loren's shoulder twitched immediately, so painful that he almost screamed.

"You didn't intend to let me interfere in the first place, you lied to me at the "most critical moment", right?"

"What?"

"Your Excellency Loren Turin!" the puffed little wizard stood up and walked up to Loren, staring at him with wide eyes: "I, Ain Rand, I am a wizard apprentice of Wimpal Academy, a student hand-picked by the dean, a future alchemist, and I am not allowed to be taken for a fool!"

"I'm sorry. Loren apologized sharply, folded his hands and bowed his head: "You're right, I was going to do this from the beginning, I know it's selfish, but please forgive me." ”

After speaking, he looked at each other "sincerely" and said nothing.

For some reason, the little wizard couldn't get angry at the way he looked, and had to sigh - especially when he saw the wounds and blood stains on Loren's body.

In any case, it was the other party who saved him. Ain is not a person who does not know about Entu, if it weren't for the appearance of Loren, he would probably really become a substitute for the robbers, and then ......

"Can you still stand up?" Ain still couldn't help but ask with concern, and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand: "If you really can't do it, I can hold you." ”

This little wizard is really better than he thinks...... Loren couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

"Thanks, but no more. Holding the other man's hand and standing up, Loren carefully inserted the old knight's sword into the scabbard and put it behind his back: "Let's get out of this place quickly, I don't want to stay for a quarter of an hour." ”

With that, Loren's gaze shifted to the front - the wooden door that had disappeared once again appeared in front of the two men, as if waiting for them to leave.

"Okay...... the little wizard nodded, although he still wanted to continue investigating this place, but the pagan temple that was corrupted by the void to the point of being able to distort reality was obviously beyond the limit of his ability.

"But what about them?" Ain pointed to the robbers around him who were still tempted by the gold treasure, still reveling like a bunch of crazy people, and even some of them were starting to lose their strength, and their shouting voices were hoarse, but they were still dancing excitedly, repeating what they had said over and over again.

"Let them continue to live in their dreams. Loren shook his head: "After all, no matter who you are, you have the right to dream, right? ”

Even Loren himself didn't believe this, but it was the best option for him - even with Ain, the two of them wouldn't be able to defeat so many bandits, so it was better to let them fend for themselves here and "revel" until they ran out of gas. They deserve it anyway, don't they?

The two men, who had different thoughts, turned around in unison and walked towards the wooden door, never looking back at the countless treasures behind them.

........................ "They're out!"

With the creak of the wooden door at the end of the staircase, a robber guarding outside couldn't help but shout, making the atmosphere in the whole church much more tense.

The villagers, who had gathered outside, were all waiting behind the door in the church at this moment, their eyes wide, waiting for the door to open in fear and expectation.

Especially the village chief, who was not afraid of death, stood in front of all the villagers, and after hearing the sound of the door opening, the panting voice became thicker and thicker, as if he wanted to pounce directly.

Even though they knew that the robbers would not share their wealth with them, the greed in their hearts was still uncontrollable, and they fantasized about what might be left of each other - like scavenging vultures.

But when the door opened, the people who came out were completely unexpected. Loren, with his sword on his back, stood beside the two stunned robbers, waiting for the other to make way for him.

"Why, why are you?!" exclaimed the frightened robbers, "Where is Boss Martin?" and the other brothers who went down, how did it come out only the two of you?!"

"Martin is dead. ”

"What?!" the two robbers cried out almost at the same time, and then pounced angrily at Loren, who was standing there, and before Ain could even scream, he saw that Loren had pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

The sword is not good in melee combat, but it is still effective...... Loren, who first blocked the first robber with his scabbard, pulled out the blade in the sheath against the opponent's body, and made a cut in the opponent's neck.

Only then did the second guy react, but Loren had already pulled out his sword and pushed the corpse in his hand directly, and while the robber was still in a hurry, the sharp blade full of crumbles had pierced his chest.

"Who else...... Ready to avenge them?" Loren, who was standing in a pool of blood, said with a blank face.

"Who cares if that coward lives or dies?!" The village chief suddenly rushed up, and without hesitation, he bumped into the two heavily armed robbers beside him, and grabbed Loren's collar: "Where is the treasure, where is the treasure?!"

"It's in the cellar down here. Loren opened his mouth indifferently, with endless contempt in his eyes: "If you are not afraid of death, you can take as much as you want." ”

"But remember, if you go down, I can't guarantee you'll get up - those little golden things are much more terrifying than you might think. Looking at the village chief's impatient expression, Loren couldn't even restrain himself from showing a mocking smile: "There is a life to take, but there is not necessarily a life flower." ”

"Who cares?" said the village chief, as if he had heard some funny joke: "What do you think I'm huddled in this damn dingho of dingo, the damned garbage heap and these untouchable robbers?

"You high-ranking knights, you will never understand my suffering, I have brought it to this place for so many years, these are what I deserve, I deserve!" the village chief shouted hysterically: "Those treasures are all mine, and no one is allowed to rob them from me!"

Before he could finish speaking, he rushed impatiently to the wooden door behind Loren. The whole church was silent for a moment, and then it exploded completely.

Robbers, villagers, old people, young people, village women, croppers...... Everyone flocked to the small wooden door like crazy, and the village chief's actions gave them great courage to go forward one after another, as if they were afraid that someone else would take the lead.

The statue of the Holy Cross that fell to the ground was trampled to pieces by countless pairs of feet, and even the fall of the person in front of them or the screams from behind them could not stop them from rushing towards the cellar.

"They...... Are they all crazy?" muttered a stunned Ain.

No...... Loren shook his head, but didn't speak.

It's human nature.