After leaving the Lyle's house, Loren immediately turned back to the church. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But instead of going back the same way, he first went to the shanty town in the opposite direction, and after a few detours, he followed the path to the vicinity of the church.

It's not certain if anyone is following you, but it's always prepared. I have been targeted, and I may be attacked at any time and anywhere, so naturally the more crowded the place, the more suitable it is for me to escape, and at the same time gain time to respond.

So when he returned to church, it was already evening. Outside the church was still crowded, and the few clergy and probationary priests of the Church of the Holy Cross organized pre-nightfall prayers and prepared some porridge for dinner for the devout believers.

In fact, most people are not so poor that they can't even drink a bowl of wheat porridge, but they still accept it with a thousand gratitudes - they are more concerned about the strong walls of the church and the divine power of the Holy Cross, which can give them some sense of security.

It doesn't look like it's the same as the other day, but ...... Loren's right hand kept rubbing, and an inexplicable sense of crisis always lingered in his heart, as if something was constantly stabbing him.

Was it a delusion, or was he too cautious?, slowly putting on his hood, Loren walked down the street to the side door of the church, leaving the place anyway.

"Have mercy on me, sir, I haven't eaten in a few days!"

A scruffy-looking little beggar crouched in a corner not far away, his voice faint but unusually familiar. Loren curled the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked over very naturally, squatting in front of the "beggar". The dirty hat looked up and smiled smugly.

"I'm right, no one can find me. ”

"What did you find?" said Loren, as if he hadn't heard the boy speak, and pulled out his pocket, rummaging through the brass plates.

"There were three guys, two strong men and one skinny, none of them natives, but dressed like crop men. The hat lowered his voice and said, "They've been at the church door since morning." Don't look up! those three people have been staring at you since you came!"

"Find a place to hide as soon as possible. Solemnly placing a copper plate in the empty bowl in front of the boy, Loren stood up and whispered, "I must go and prepare now, and then wait for the guests to come to the door." ”

The hat stopped squeaking, and out of the corner of his eye, he watched Loren walk towards the door of the church, and then quietly picked up the bowl and slipped away along the wall while everyone was not looking.

"You're back, Lord Loren Turin!"

As soon as Loren walked to the gate of the church, the little priest who was still distributing wheat porridge immediately stepped forward in surprise, looking a little expectant: "Did you find any clues?!"

"I did find some important information, but ......," Loren said as he looked around "casually", and it was obvious that there were three people deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Just like the hat described, two guys with a fairly strong body, while the other had an overly pale complexion, probably because he hadn't spent much time in the sun - but this was only a first impression, and it was not entirely a judgment.

"But what?"

"I may need to go to Father Anthony's apartment again, and the last time I seemed to have found some clues that could be used as evidence to corroborate some information. Loren deliberately did not lower his voice: "If I'm lucky, I'll be able to find the truth of the matter tonight." ”

"The truth of the matter? do you mean......" The little priest suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem: "Understood, I'll go and open the door!"

........................ Carefully closing the door and locking it, Loren remained motionless against the door and the wall. After making sure that there was no movement outside the door, he entered the room without hurrying.

"It's good, the guests will come to the door at any time, but you have to hurry up. Loren, who spoke softly, casually sat on the priest's blood-stained bed and began to pack up his existing equipment.

First of all, a brand-new knight's sword and two daggers, all of which had been obtained from the blacksmith shop in the village outside the academy, and this time Dalton was unusually "generous", a hundred silver coins, allowing Loren to choose from at the blacksmith's shop, and spare money for road expenses.

The second is the "lightsaber" forged by himself and Isaac with the little wizard. Loren thought about it for a long time, and gave it the tentative name "Bright Silver" - he really didn't have much talent for naming it.

There is also a bottle of sedative for first aid, and three bottles of Al Ain's special "unstable ignition agent". Considering that he might have already pitted the other party, Loren wasn't sure if this thing would still have the effect of a surprise attack.

Sure enough, you shouldn't get carried away at that time......

The last one was a "magic wand" given to him by Bolton Kander - he carefully opened the box, but Loren's expression was somewhat surprised. Lying quietly in the box was actually a glove, and it seemed to be left-handed.

What kind of wizard would make his wand look like a glove?

It was a black half-fingered glove, apparently made of some kind of animal leather, with a silver ring sewn into the opening of each finger cuff and a faint sign of runes carved into it, and a dark red drawing on the back of the hand: a circle with a triangle.

Although the specific meaning of the other party is not clear, these two are the basic graphics of spells and runes, presumably alluding to the identity of the "spellcaster" of the person who uses it, right?

Remembering Dalton's somewhat reluctant look when he handed over the glove to him, Loren guessed that this thing was not his, probably something like a souvenir or a relic or something, otherwise it would not explain why he had that expression.

Put the glove on your left hand, and slowly connect your spiritual temple to it - just a blink of an eye, your body seems to be connected with this glove, and your left hand naturally seems to have a pair of gloves!

Although he didn't know anything about wands and the like, Loren also knew that the easier it was to connect, the more it would prove its quality, and the one he had in his hand was definitely not an ordinary product!

After a little sigh, he immediately packed up all the equipment quickly, and at the same time listened carefully to the nearby movements.

It was quiet - after all, this was a village church, and even the scoundrels of the shantytowns did not dare to make trouble here, and the majesty of the Holy Cross shone on it even at midnight.

However, considering that Father Anthony died in this room, the majesty of the Holy Cross did not seem to work so well.

Loren, who was standing by the door, quietly opened a few gaps and looked out through the light in the room. At this time, the moon was no longer a full moon, and the only crescent moon was also looming under the cover of clouds, and Gumu Town, which was shrouded in night, was completely immersed in darkness.

However, it was precisely because of the silence that Loren could faintly hear someone in the distance touching this way, and probably along the back wall of the church.

There are three people on the other side, one of whom is most likely a wizard, and there is a certain chance that he is still a sorcerer, and the other two, from the outside, are closer to the role of mercenaries, but still not to be taken lightly - real knife-licking traders are more efficient than wizards in such things as killing.

You have to find a way to deal with one of them first, and then introduce the other into the room, if you're lucky, you can kill the other party with one or two bottles of ignition agent, and in the end, I'm afraid it's going to be a tough one, considering the difference in physique between yourself and the two strong men, you should try to keep your distance from each other, or find an opportunity to sneak attack.

"Huh?"

Loren, who was hiding behind the door, was still slowly planning, when he heard what seemed to be someone talking behind the wall, as if they were arguing about something, and one of the voices he should have heard - if I guessed correctly, it should have been the gray-robed man in the barn.

"It seems that the plan has changed, and it has been replaced by four people. A pleasant smile appeared on Loren's face, but it looked somewhat eerie.

"Hmm...... I've got an idea. ”