Today is the third day of the public trial, and the series of events that have taken place are like a huge storm after another, which makes all the participants, witnesses, and onlookers dizzy and their hearts shake!

First, the king of the dwarves, the son of light, Osmar Garisus, was unanimously convicted by the public jury;

Later, the Archbishop of Light, Alonthos Fao, on the grounds that the sinner was a paladin, gave a clean verdict to the sin and took him to the Cathedral of Light.

In the end, Tirio Fortin, the lord of the kingdom of Lordaeron, a famous paladin, and a hero in the war against the orcs, openly chose to side with the sinners, and with a heart full of resentment, he seriously injured the Archbishop of Light!

In the evening, it will be dark before it gets dark.

Under the orders of Terenus Minechr II, the royal city of Lordaeron imposed a rare curfew, which strictly forbade the various towns, including the nobility, to move freely between them.

For a while, except for several construction teams in the former city, they were busy repairing the houses under the supervision of the Wangcheng guards, but there was no longer half a noisy and noisy place, and the whole Wangcheng seemed to be silent and terrible.

Former City, Vida Arms Shop.

Marda, with her high ponytail and coarse linen clothes for her work, looked up at the increasingly gloomy and blackened horizon, and quickened herself to retract her clothes and sheets to dry.

When Marda finished working in the backyard and came to the front hall, Gunther and Wu Ping were cleaning up the counter and preparing to close.

Looking at the faces of her husband and Wu Ping, Marda noticed something unusual: "What's wrong with you?" What time is it and is it going to close? ”

"It's curfew." Gunther was busy clasping the door panel, and said without looking back.

"What? Curfew? Marda said curiously, "Hmm...... I don't think this is the first time, right? ”

"Yes, even if we refugees follow the knight...... When he fled with Sir here, His Majesty the King of Lordaeron did not order a curfew. Gunther straightened his back, and in his speech he mentioned the late Sir Lothar, and could not help but sigh.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know." Gunther shook his head, "I heard from the neighbors on the other side, it seems that there was another traitor in the afternoon, and a big man was killed, who knows if it's true." ”

"Ahh How could such a thing happen! Marda half-covered her mouth, incredulous. Regardless of whether what the neighbors on the other side said was true or not, it sounded like a big deal.

At this time, the little couple were talking and talking, and they both found that Wu Ping was very silent, and something was not quite right. The two looked at each other, and Marda asked, "Wu Ping, what do you eat at night?" ”

"......" Gunther looked at his wife speechlessly.

"Everything." Wu Ping replied succinctly, the rag in his hand carefully wiping the glass counter.

"How's the noodles? I was going to go grocery shopping after I was done, but who knew that a curfew would suddenly be announced. ”

"Okay." Wu Ping cherishes words like gold.

When Marda heard this, she stuck out her tongue at her husband, turned and walked to the backyard, and began to prepare dinner for the three of them.

"Okay, Wu Ping, Marda and I both feel it, just say anything." After Marda left, Gunther blurted out that there was no need for politeness between men and men.

Wu Ping's hand couldn't help but stagnate, his brows were not very stretched, so anyone could see that he was preoccupied.

"What the hell is going on?" Gunther became serious, "The last time I saw your expression, nothing good happened! ”

Last time?

The last time Wu Pingdao's heart was unstable and he felt something, it was still in Stormwind City, and then King Ryan was assassinated, and Stormwind City was broken! And the only thing Wu Ping did at that time was to protect some of the people who fled to the port dock with difficulty and boarded the fleet heading north, including the Vader couple who now took him in!

Sure enough, Wu Ping nodded slightly, and his eyes looked at the locked door again, as if he had seen everything outside the house through the wooden door panels—the streets with few pedestrians, the deserted atmosphere, the patrolling guards, and even the darkening night and the dark clouds on the horizon.

Gunther took a sharp breath, supported his forehead with one hand, and supported the wall with the other: "It's you again...... What kind of celestial induction is that? ”

Wu Ping didn't answer, but just said to himself: "If it's a master...... I must be able to sense it more accurately......"

……

At the same time, in a hotel in the former town.

The innkeeper, Hamler, blossomed, and thanks to the curfew, several waves of guests who were supposed to check out today had to be extended for another day. Although his shop is in the royal city of Lordaeron, there is no shortage of business on weekdays, but the more full the better.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Ham caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure, and he didn't bother to count the silver coins, he stood up with his hands on the bar, and hurried to the door of the store, his body and speed like a big ball of meat: "I told you! If you dare to enter my shop again, I'm going to kill you, old Scarhead! Are you talking to me about the joke!? ”

The old scar is indeed an old man, a bald old man with a terrifying scar on his forehead that is three .3 inches long. And he faced Ham, who rushed over and picked up a chair casually, and directly knelt down and begged for mercy: "Boss Ham, Lord Ham!" Don't do it, don't do it! I have big news that I just slipped back from the Guards! ”

Ham was stunned when he heard this, he put down the chair he had picked up, but stretched out another kick and kicked the old scar's head to the sky: "There is news at the door, if it affects my business, can you afford to pay it?!" ”

"Yes, yes." Old Scarhead got to his feet, a flattering smile on his face. And there are actually many idlers like him who wander around the royal city, no status, no dignity, no human rights, but as long as they can exchange it for a few coins, a full meal, and half a bottle of good wine, they are willing to do anything.

"Snort." Seeing the old Scarhead standing at the door of the store solemnly, Ham was very satisfied, he looked the old Scar up and down, and mocked, "You dare to squat in the corner of the guard after the curfew, you are really not afraid of death!" ”

"Eat mixed food, mixed food. Mistress Ham, can you give me a drink? ”

At this moment, the movement created by Ham and Old Scarhead attracted the attention of the guests who dined in the lobby on the first floor and the private dining room on the second floor.

It's just that the guests don't care much about the tattered old scar head walking into the hotel.

In fact, characters like Old Scarhead often haunt the area, spreading the word, both as a way for them to earn a living for themselves, and as an alternative means for the hotel to get customers to spend.

In a private room on the second floor, Grand Duke Jorazi Ravenhold, disguised himself, was meeting with his agents.

"Any news?"

"Sorry, chief, not yet, it's the headquarters of the Church of Light after all, and it's hard for the brethren to get accurate information from it."

"Hmm." Joras replied lightly, not blaming his subordinates for their bad behavior.

"The chief, although he was not able to witness the certification with his own eyes, his subordinates believe that the probability of the archbishop's injury is more than sixty percent. In fact, Tirio Fording had already attacked the Cathedral of Light once before attacking the Archbishop, but it was very short-lived, and was stopped by Saidan Dasohan before it could have a greater impact. ”

"Hmm." Jorazi remained silent and unremarkable.

Time passed by the minute, and in the lobby on the first floor, the news brought by the old scar head successfully drove the sales of alcohol, even if what he said was not the truth at all.

"In this way, you and I will exchange identities later, and find a public occasion to ask Your Majesty for your resignation early tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Chief." This Chorazzi's henchman directly received the order, regardless of the reason, and was not afraid of life and death.

"Remember, make sure to let Farad know that 'I' is gone."

"Yes, Chief!"

After another ten minutes or so, Choraci's men left first. Jorazi, on the other hand, stayed at the inn and enjoyed his meal alone.

"I don't know what your intentions are, but ...... This will never be your end! Putting down the dishes, Joraci thought.

But what is extremely terrifying is that Jolazi's face has changed little by little, gradually becoming younger, more immature, more arrogant, and a little more playful! At a glance, it gives people the impression that he looks like a nouveau riche who made a windfall from nowhere!