When Yang Yuefan pulled out the scalpel, the 'Faceless One', who had been cooperating with the questioning, asked with a dull expression: "Damn when?" ”

"Well, I already know everything I need to know." Yang Yuefan withdrew his weapon and opened the door: "Look at your fearless appearance, you must have been cut off limbs, it is not a permanent injury to you, please." ”

"Are you really going to let me go?" The Faceless looked at his peers in front of him with a puzzled expression, according to the style of people like them, only the dead are the best enemies.

He explained so happily mainly because he had a trace of fantasy, but he didn't expect the other party to really let him go, and the 'Faceless One' quickly grew four thick wrists and feet at the wound, and the whole person lost a lot of weight.

Yang Yuefan impatiently knocked on the door with a dagger, urging this half-human, half-monster guy to leave.

The Faceless One fled down excitedly, not hearing the bard behind him whisper, "I'm sorry, but the experts downstairs say that your power comes from chaos and has nothing to do with 'science', good luck." ”

'Bang! The gate closed behind the Faceless, and the prisoner ran for his life, slamming into the Demon Hunter's blade.

The last thing in his line of sight was his body being savagely reduced to ashes by the Seris, and the last thought of the 'Faceless' head before it was burned to ashes by the Pure Fire, "That damn doctor did lie to me." ”

When Richard pushed the door open and walked in, he saw the demon hunter like a burning candle, with flames all over his body, breaking the body of a man who had come down from the upper floor.

And a veteran paladin from the Temple of the God of War was watching.

"Ahem!" Priest Richard coughed, attracting the attention of the Demon Hunters and the Paladins, and the Faceless One, who had just been decapitated by the Demon Hunters, dissipated into thin air before he could hit the ground.

The thought that he might be breathing a 'person' made Richard really cough: "Ahem! … Ahem, can't you wait for me to finish eating and call me over? ”

"I'm sorry, sir! But this matter is a matter of chaos, and you can't be sloppy! The middle-aged paladin meticulously saluted Pastor Richard, and from the perspective of the demon hunter, Richard could be seen rolling his eyes, and the lip shape must have said 'old stubborn'.

Reverend Richard pulled out a high stool, stared at the slender legs of the chair, and finally did not sit on it, but leaned against the bar, stretched out his long arms and pulled out a bottle of delicate red wine from the wine cabinet: "Gallic age, yes, tell me, Seris, every time I see you, it will be fine." ”

"Lord Richard!" The middle-aged paladin stood up straight, looked at the wine bottle in Richard's hand, and said solemnly, "Pay attention to your conduct!" ”

Reverend Richard responded by pulling the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and spitting at the feet of the paladin, with an unruly look on his face, and took out most of the bottle in one gulp.

After wiping his mouth with his priest's robe, the red wine left conspicuous marks on the cuffs, and Pastor Richard said, "Tell me, which evil god has crossed the line?" ”

With a bang, the bottle was placed heavily.

The demon hunter picked up the bottle of wine and poured it on his sword, [the flame-shaped sword there] had its own burning effect, the temperature was very high, and a steam formed on the surface of the sword body in an instant, and the strong aroma of wine shrouded the three people.

"This time it's a small role." The voice of the demon hunter who had just finished exchanging information with Yang Yuefan with a short message sounded: "That shadow organization, some people plan to join Chaos, and among them, there is a person named Mondo, who seems to use chaos creatures to transform the human body. What you just saw is his work. ”

Priest Richard nodded, as if he wanted to pull out another cigar, but retreated in defeat under the gaze of the holy knight: "Well, the Shadow Organization, I remember, I will report it, but this kind of news that a small character can know, I guess the above has already known." ”

"Our world is like a house full of holes, leaking rain everywhere, this little hole, I'm afraid no one wants to take care of it for the time being." Pastor Richard's tone was thick with gloom, as if he had suffered some blow compared to the previous day.

"What happened?" The Demon Hunter asked, sitting in the chair that Richard had pulled out earlier.

Priest Richard glanced at the paladin and waved his hand, "You go out first, I have some personal matters to discuss with the demon hunters." ”

Despite some reluctance, the middle-aged paladin saluted and carried out Richard's order, straightened up, and walked out of the inn.

"The world is going to be finished, these old guys are still sticking to the rules, enforcing those old rules every day!" Priest Richard yelled after the paladin had completely walked out of the cafeteria, smashing the bar to pieces with a punch.

"What the hell is going on?" Xu Yichen felt that something big might really happen, the man in front of him was the part of the people who knew the truth of chaos in the world, if even she collapsed, then...

"Seris, a god fell yesterday." Priest Richard burst out a sentence between his teeth: "Marat, the god of hunting, is not a good god, but he is still a member of the gods." ”

"But just yesterday, when the Far North Star twinkled, his idol collapsed, his flame was extinguished, his priests could no longer sense their gods, and his followers could only pray feebly that one day he would return to this world." Reverend Richard drank another bottle of unknown red wine: "But the god of war never deceives his constituents, and Marat has fallen, completely dissipated, and there is not even a trace of resurrection." ”

"We Seris don't believe in God." Xu Yichen wiped his long sword with a deerskin handkerchief on the bar.

"I forgot, you are all unbelievers." Pastor Richard picked out the drinks he was interested in on the wine cabinet, and seemed to feel much better after telling the secrets he had suppressed in his heart: "Then what do you believe?" Do you have faith? ”

"We believe in the ancestors who raised us, we believe in the great martyrs who sacrificed their lives in history, and we believe in the truth." Xu Yichen carefully examined his long sword, as if he wanted to polish it brighter than the mirror: "If the ruler does a good job, we also wish him a long life and a hundred years old, and regard him as the Son of Heaven." ”

"We Seris have never believed that the gods can save the world." Xu Yichen stood up straight, and the long sword flashed with dazzling light: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!" This is our truth and our faith. ”