Sivalka gathered a few of the more able-bodied civilians over.

"We can't trust them."

"Until our fellow citizens of the church come, we are on our own."

Sivalka pointed to the guards guarding outside the shantytown and said in a low voice.

"Mr. Sivalka, what are we going to do?"

The leader of the civilians asked in the same low voice.

Last night's performance of Sivalka, these people are all in the eyes, except for the two life-savers, Sivalka is already the most trusted person by these civilians.

Coupled with the identity of Sivalka's mercenaries, it is even more convincing.

As for the guards in Etantoinople?

Didn't show up last night.

Now there it is.

All that greeted them was apathy and hostility.

Even small children know that these people are unreliable.

"We need to arrange patrols and sentry posts."

"I'll figure it out with weapons."

"Have any of you ever studied swordsmanship or martial arts?"

Sivalka asked.

After seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, Sivalka did not show any disappointment, it was all expected, and he asked again: "Shoot at all, right?" ”

"Yes!"

This time everyone nodded.

"That's good!"

"Now follow my group."

"A few of you form a patrol, four shifts and one down, and a few of you are fixed sentry ......"

Sivalka arranged it meticulously.

He swore that he had never been so attentive when he was a mercenary.

But he didn't complain at all.

Because......

Beware of being warmed once, it's a great feeling.

He didn't want to lose that warmth.

He almost lost it last night.

He was terrified.

He was scared.

He was almost in despair.

Thankfully, everything was lost.

Is there anything better than that?

Naturally, it will always be maintained.

Keep it so warm.

Guardian such warmth.

Whoever dares to touch the warmth in his heart, he will make whoever is completely cold.

After arranging patrols and sentry posts, Sivalka glanced at the guards, and the coldness in his eyes flashed.

said to be guarding the shantytown, but the formation of these people is completely guarding!

Treat the people here as prisoners!

"Filthy people."

Sivalka thought silently in his heart.

What happened last night was strange and sudden.

Until now, the Temple of the God of War has been silent.

There is also no real sense of the word for the royal family.

If there is no such thing as a cat, Sivalka doesn't believe anything.

So, he needs the civilians here to protect himself.

Best of all, get out of the way.

Because he can't guarantee that these people will be in danger again.

Bait, is a good thing.

In particular, baits that can be used again and again will be extremely sought-after.

"I hope the people of the 'fog' will come soon."

Sivalka thought, but was already planning to contact the old witcher.

Compared with the young man, the two sides had a 'friendly' contact after all.

Of course, more importantly, the younger one is just too scary.

Not only the strength shown, but also that kind of aura, although he didn't face that kind of aura in the real sense, but looking at the other party, Sivalka couldn't help but weaken his knees.

He swore that even if he was a 'timid Sivalka', the one who could really give him that feeling was facing the statue of the 'God of War' in the 'Temple of the God of War'.

As soon as he thought of this, Sivalka once again expressed his shock at the 'Snake Sect' among the witchers.

He knew something about the 'snake pie'.

After the 'Black Plague', the Wolf Sect Demon Hunters were almost wiped out, and they have been in hiding for decades, and only recently appeared because the guys of the 'Silent Night Secret Order' slaughtered the remnants of the Wolf Sect.

Let's not mention that the other party's forbearance is really as terrible as a snake.

The strength shown by a young man alone is enough for everyone to guess.

He didn't think that this young man could really compare to the 'God of War'.

After all, it's just a statue.

But that young man is not alone!

What about the other party's companions?

Flocks of sheep.

The tiger walks alone.

How can a strong guy be around a weak one?

If a young man is so strong, how strong will the other party's division be there?

You know, according to the tradition of witchers, those who are really old but don't die are the most terrifying and feared, because they are not only experienced, but also powerful, and ...... Don't be afraid of death!

That's right, just don't be afraid of death!

They are more willing to die on the battlefield than to die on the bed.

In the face of such an enemy, anyone will have a headache.

"I'm afraid that's because of this, the people in the dark hall will be silent, right?"

"And that kind of mutation......"

"Faster than I thought."

"What an eventful time!"

Sivalka sighed.

"Sighing will drive away good luck and usher in bad luck!"

A young female voice sounded behind her, and Elle walked over with a cup of hot water.

"Thank you."

"This is a wise saying!"

Sivalka bent down and took it with a smile.

There are many such sayings in Hokuriku, but no one will believe them except children, and in Etaninburgh, even children will not believe such words.

"My mother told me, and my mother said to be strong."

Ellie replied earnestly.

In the morning sun, the little girl stood in front of her, her face seemed to reflect the light.

The big eyes should be full of innocence and innocence, but at this time they are full of sadness.

"I'm sorry."

Sivalka whispered.

If he had come sooner, maybe none of this would have happened.

But how can things in the past be changed?

He can only cherish the present and change the future.

At least!

Ellie's fate, he wants to change.

The little girl stretched out her palm and placed it on Sivalka's furrowed brow, and her bruised little hand carefully stretched out her index and middle fingers to slowly smooth them out.

The pustules on the knuckles, which burst open with the force of the fingers, go down the knuckles.

Sivalka's heart trembled.

Damn it!

How did I forget this!

Maintaining this hunched position, Sivalka kept the smile on his face unchanged.

"It's smooth, it's beautiful."

Ellie laughed.

"Ellie, wait a little bit."

"I'll be back in a minute!"

Sivalka said this, returning the glass to Elle as she gestured to Erin in the distance.

Compared to her sister, Erin is much more mature.

Moreover, after experiencing last night's 'divine grace', there is a little more indescribable aura on his body, and it seems that he is really being watched by a great being, which makes people daunted when they see it.

It's a kind of luck.

At least, there would be no surprises when he left briefly.

After receiving an affirmative reply from Erin, Sivalka left the shantytown and ran towards the business district of the Central Third Ring Road.

Frostbite medicine is sold in the lower fifth ring, but the effect is average, not only for a long time, but also to bring pain to the injured when applying, and the frostbite medicine that is really effective in reducing pain is only available in the big stores in the middle third ring.

Walking briskly, Sivalka, who had passed through the lower seventh ring, suddenly frowned.

Someone is following him!

During his career as a mercenary, he learned to stalk and counter-stalk.

And after becoming the so-called deacon with a knife, he has a more acute intuition about being seen and followed.

It doesn't take much, the eyes of someone with a heart sweep over him, and he can detect it.

Just like he was now, the hairs on Sivalka's neck stood on end.

"Who is it?"

"The people of the Dark Hall?"

"Or someone from the royal family?"

Sivalka guessed.

The former, according to his understanding, should not have time to care about him at this time.

And the latter?

Nor should we do it without knowing exactly what the Fog Church is capable of.

Then that's all that's left......

As his mind turned, Sivalka dodged and entered the alley behind the shop, where he stood quietly without dodging.

If his guess is accurate, the other party has no direct malice.

If he guessed wrong, it was useless to dodge.

The other party obviously came prepared.

Tread, stomp.

After about ten seconds, there was a deliberate sound of footsteps.

A dark cotton robe, a cotton hat, a scarf made of rabbit skin, and a man no different from most passers-by came into view of Sivalka.

The other party looked at Sivalka standing there for a moment, and then laughed.

"Good morning, Deacon Sivalka."

The other party accurately called Sivalka's name and position to show that he knew everything.

There is no doubt that the other side expects to take the initiative in this conversation.

Sivalka, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

He guessed right.

These people have no direct malice.

Then the initiative, naturally, is his!

"Good morning, are you one of Count Valentine's men? Or Viscount Little's men? ”

"Or maybe it's one of your Excellency I don't know?"

Sivalka asked bluntly.

The breath of the person who came was stagnant.

The surname Valentine, derived from Etandin II, is one of the representatives of the traditional aristocracy, not only from a prominent family, but also with many private soldiers.

The surname Little came later, in the eyes of the people of the Hokuriku under Etandine IV, but it is enough to be remembered, because every head of this family is a famous general, not only strong in itself, but also excellent in battle command.

And these two surnames have one thing in common.

Old school!

The old guard against the 'New Deal' of Etandine VI!

"You're much smarter than you are."

"I hope you're still smart in the rest of the conversation."

There was no annoyance for the person who had been revealed, but the feeling of domineering made Sivalka very uncomfortable.

Of course, it's more because Sivalka knows what the other party is here for.

What else is there but the civilians in the shantytowns of the Lower Seventh Ring Road who have been sheltered by the 'foggy' church?

The king gave 'protection'.

The old school, which was beginning to oppose the king, naturally had to intervene.

"It's not that I'm smart or not."

"It's that I can't do anything about it."

Sivalka shrugged.

"But the news we got is different, you have a good relationship with Erin and Sister Ellie, and Erin has become the person who has a direct dialogue with the 'Mist', so you just need to maintain the current relationship, of course, as a deal, we are willing to give you ......"

The man said to himself, not noticing that Sivalka's eyes were completely cold.

Thundered!

Suddenly, a continuous thunderclap at the city gate interrupted the comer's words.

"Damn it, madman from the Temple of War, is it going to make trouble so soon?"

Apparently, someone who knew something turned his head and cursed in a low voice.

The other party did not pay attention to the one behind him at all, and approached Sivalka step by step.

Burst!

A cold light swept across his neck.

The man clutched his neck and turned to look at Sivalka in disbelief.

He didn't understand why Sivalka dared to strike.

He had already mentioned the sisters Erin and Ellie.

Shouldn't Sivalka be more of a rat bogeyman?

Could it be that Sivalka and the two sisters don't have such a good relationship?

Sivalka indifferently wiped the blood of the dagger on the other party's cotton robe.

"Do you really think you're in control?"

"No wonder he doesn't take you seriously."

"I didn't even figure out the basic situation, so I just popped up at random, but I would die!"

Saying this, Sivalka looked in the direction of the city gate, although he forced himself to calm down, Sivalka's body couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

'Mist' actually won!

The situation has completely opened up!