Zhang Sweet Potato said: "General Tang Zhangwei's lesson is that I must be a good person in the future, not only will I not look at the casino, but I will not even bet in the future." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Don't be like this, don't be an extreme leftist or extreme right. bet

Gambling can still be played, but casinos must not be opened. ”

In Tang Zhangwei's opinion, all those bastards must be eliminated.

This chapter sweet potato was spared because it had a use value, otherwise he would have died.

After Zhang Sweet Potato went back, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he said to his henchmen: "General Tang Zhangwei's majesty is really natural, I must stop making money from gambling and gamblers in the future." ”

Zhang Sweet Potato's subordinates smiled and said: "General Tang Zhangwei has an iron-blooded heart, if you get along with such a righteous person for a long time, it will also infect his righteousness and strength." ”

Richard walked ahead. Alena was in pain, her father was dead, but worse, he was still suffering. She heard Richard asking for directions, but she ignored him. She didn't think about where they were going, and then he stopped outside the door of a small wooden church with a single-pitched roof house next to it. Alena looked around and found them in a poor area, where houses were crooked, streets were filthy, dogs were chasing rats on garbage heaps, and barefoot children were playing in the mud. "This must be St. Mitchell's Church," Richard said.

The single-pitched tent on one side of the church was probably the residence of the clergy, with the windows closed and the doors open. They walked in.

There was a fire in the middle of the studio. The furniture was a white wooden table, a few benches, a beer barrel in the corner, and the floor was in tatters. On the chair by the fire sat a man, drinking something from a large cup, small, thin, about fifty years of age, with a red nose and a lock of gray hair. He was dressed in plain homely clothes, a dirty shirt and a brown tight-fitting tunic with a pair of clogs at his feet.

"Father Ralph?" Richard said skeptically.

"What's going on?" He replied.

Alena sighed, there are already so many troubles in the world, why should people make trouble? But she didn't have the energy to deal with people who lost her temper, so she left it up to Richard to deal with it, and he said, "Does that mean you are?" ”

There was an answer to this question. A voice outside the door shouted, "Ralph? Are you in there? Then a middle-aged woman walked in and gave the priest a loaf of bread and a large bowl of something that smelled like stew. It was the first time that the smell of meat didn't make Alena's mouth water, and she was so numb that she forgot about hunger. The woman may have been one of Ralph's parishioners, as she was dressed in ragged clothes like him. Without saying a word, he took it and began to eat. She looked curiously at Alena and Richard, and went out.

Richard said, "Ah, Father Ralph, I am the son of Bartholomew, who was formerly the Earl of Charling. ”

The man stopped eating and looked up at the two of them. There was hostility on his face, and there was something else that Alena couldn't see - fear? Apologetic? He went to eat his meal again, but murmured, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Alena felt a pang of fear.

"You know what's wrong with me," said Richard, "my money." Fifty Byzantine gold coins. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ralph said.

Alena stared at him suspiciously, it wasn't supposed to be this way. The father left the money for them to the priest - it was clear! Fathers can't be wrong about this kind of thing.

Richard's face turned pale. He said; "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I don't know what you're talking about. Now go away. He ate another spoonful of the soup.

Of course this man is lying; But what can they do? Richard stubbornly asked, "My father left you the money—fifty Byzantine gold coins." He asked you to give me the money. Where's the money? ”

"Your father didn't give me anything."

"He said he gave ......"

"That's him lying."

They dare to say that their father can't do this kind of thing. Alena spoke for the first time: "You're lying, we know." ”

Ralph shrugged. "Go to the official and report it."

"If we go and sue, you're going to be in trouble. In this city, thieves are to have their hands cut off. ”

A shadow of fear passed over the priest's face, but it passed immediately, and his reply was defiant: "That will be my confrontation with a imprisoned rebel—if your father lives to testify." ”

Alena understood that he was right. There would not have been a third person to testify that the father had given him that money, the crux of the matter was precisely that it was a secret between the two of them, and that the money could not have been taken by the king or Percy Hamley or some other raven who was eating carrion around an unlucky man. Alena painfully realizes that this is the same thing that happened in the untouched forest, and that others can rob her and Richard with impunity, because they are the children of a fallen nobleman. Why should I be afraid of these people? She asked herself angrily, why aren't they afraid of me?

Li looked at her and whispered, "He's right, isn't it!" ”

"Yes," she said resentfully, "our accusations against the authorities are meaningless. She thought of the time when others were afraid of her: in the forest, she stabbed one robber, and the other scared away. The priest would not be bolder than the robber, who was old and infirm, and probably expected that he would never come face to face with the man who had suffered his loss. Maybe he can be intimidated.

Richard said, "Now, what are we going to do? ”

Alena's anger rose for a moment, and she made up her mind. "Burn down his house," she said. She walked to the middle of the house and kicked the fire with her wooden shoes, and the burning firewood flew out, and the rags around the fire immediately caught fire.

"Ahem!" Ralph cried out. He was half-on his feet, and the bread fell to the ground, and the soup was spilled on his knees; But before he could stand up straight, Alena had already grabbed him. She felt completely out of control, and her actions were no longer thinking. She pushed forward, and he fell from his chair to the ground. She wondered how she could knock him down so easily. She straddled him and pressed her knees against his chest. She went mad with rage, and leaned her face close to his, and cried out, "You lying thief, Godless heretic, I will burn you!" ”

His eyes blinked to the side, and he looked even more frightened. Following his gaze, Alena saw that Richard had drawn his sword and was about to slash down. The priest's dirty face turned pale, and he whispered, "You are the devil......"

(End of chapter)