Today is Ren Fan's fourth year in Azeroth.

As a loyal WOW fan, Ren Fan has fantasized more than once about traveling in this magnificent world. But when he actually came to Azeroth, he realized that fairy tales were all deceptive, and everything was not as good as he imagined.

Looking at the dense orthography on the wall, Ren Fan sighed slightly. Two dwarven pistols were pulled out of the drawer and pinned to their waists. After groping around the bed, a small box poked out. The box was opened, and a dagger reflecting a faint light was lying quietly inside. Carefully hiding the dagger in his boots, Ren Fan checked it and made sure that it was all right, before he took off a black robe with a large hood from the hanger next to him and put it on his body.

Oh, and by the way. Although in terms of equipment, Ren Fan seems to be a thief. But in fact, this guy is a priest.

A 'pure' priest who doesn't know any damage spells, but has the strength of the Titans.

However, perhaps in order to make up for the lack of 'setting', Ren Fan has a talent unimaginable for ordinary priests in the use of holy light (only on the healing level), as well as some interesting 'side effects'.

Putting on his hood and hiding his face in the shadows, Ren Fan pushed open his somewhat dilapidated door. A servant with a hint of impatience on his face immediately greeted him, and the expression on his face instantly became flattering and submissive. Taking the simple-looking staff in Ren Fan's hand, he almost helped Ren Fan to the carriage waiting not far away. It was only when Ren Fan sat in the carriage and his eyes no longer intersected with him that he gave a stern look to the two attendants who followed him. And the two of them also nodded, indicating that it was foolproof.

The sound of horses' hooves was particularly distant in the empty streets and alleys, and after a while, Ren Fan's voice came out of the carriage: "It's almost, don't delay time." It's quiet enough to say whatever you want. ”

"Lord Ren Fan, you are still so smart." The waiter's face changed slightly, and he gestured, and the carriage immediately turned into an inconspicuous dark alley. Seeing that the people he had arranged to firmly block the entrance of the alley, he smiled and said, "That's the case, the countess hopes that you can help her do something." ”

"Countess? I'm just an ordinary pastor, and there's nothing I can think of that can help my wife. Ren Fan opened the door and jumped out of the carriage gently, with a gentle smile on his face: "It's a pity, it looks like I'm going to disappoint the countess." ”

"No, no, no, Lord Ren Fan, you can definitely help!" The waiter stretched out his arm and stopped Ren Fan, who wanted to leave: "We all know what Count Clark is looking for you for." Earl Clark is 73 years old, and although his body is very strong, it is not the time to be young after all. If something happens in the process of enjoying the good things, I think everyone can understand it. ”

The attendant took out an inconspicuous money bag from his pocket and gently slapped it on Ren Fan's hand. The heavy feeling made Ren Fan's hand sink downward. Frowning slightly, Ren Fan smiled and said, "The Countess means ......"

"Your spell can make Count Clark ......" The squire laughed and straightened his bent index finger, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "But we all know that there is a limit to how long this spell can be effective. Of course, we all know that you did it for the sake of Count Clark's health. However, spells, there is always a time when this thing works out of order. If you accidentally don't grasp the time well, extend the ...... by an hour or two"

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately, this business is too risky, and I'm afraid I can't do it. And even if I extend it for an hour or two, it won't necessarily work. I can't fool you! Ren Fan slapped the money bag in the hand of the attendant, and said with an expression of 'the old man is thinking about you'.

"Trust me, it won't be a problem!" The squire narrowed his eyes and said firmly.

"Oh, but don't you think there are more people in the know? It's a secret, but the less people know, the better, isn't it? Ren Fan glanced at the attendant meaningfully and shook his head. Earl Clark had no children under his knees, and the present countess was just thirty years old, in her prime. It is not surprising that the old husband and young wife are prone to dislike, and the life of this Earl of Clark is more 'colorful'. But the question is, once involved in this matter, can he Ren Fan really stay out of it completely?

I'm afraid not.

Seeing Ren Fan's resolute attitude, the smile on the waiter's face also cooled. The two strong men who had been standing at the entrance of the alley also walked over with a cruel smile, and the three of them faintly surrounded Ren Fan in the center.

"Mr. Ren Fan, you still have one last bit of time to think about it."

"Oh, really?" Ren Fan pursed his lips, and then a dazzling barrier of holy light suddenly appeared on his body: "To be honest, does it have to be solved by violence?" I hate violence. ”

"I hate violence too, but unfortunately you know too much!" The squire winked as he spoke. At the same time, the strong man behind Ren Fan carried a wooden stick that he didn't know where to take it out and smashed it fiercely.

"In that case, then I can only say I'm sorry." Ren Fan sighed unhurriedly while pulling out two pistols from behind his waist. And the strong man who had just done it was staring at a wooden stick that broke in half from the middle at this time, and he was a little distracted for a while.

"You may not have heard of the saying, 'Those who kill will always kill.'" Ren Fan raised his arm and pulled the trigger on the strong man closest to him. There was a thud, and the huge recoil shook him and he couldn't help but take two steps back. Waving the smoke around him, Ren Fan coughed and said unhurriedly:

"So, don't tell them anything bad about me if you encounter any gods and ghosts after you hang up, after all, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, and who will be spared by the Pure Land...... Sorry sorry, it seems a bit of a jump. Hey, don't I have two guns, why change bullets! ”

While talking pleasantly, Ren Fan aimed the reloaded dwarf pistol at the strong man who had done it earlier.

"Well, may the Holy Light bless you, it seems like that......" Ren Fan shrugged his shoulders and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a wave of gunsmoke, he looked at the two corpses on the ground whose heads had turned into rotten watermelons, and seemed to nod with satisfaction.

"Well, now it's your turn, my friend." Ren Fan had a bright smile on his face, but with the little blood stains on the holy light barrier in front of him, it looked extremely terrifying. As soon as his legs went limp, the attendant fell to the ground, his feet kicking the ground desperately, trying to stay away from the madman. Originally, he only wanted to find two people to threaten to teach this priest a lesson, so that he could act honestly according to the plan. But who would have thought that this guy, who looks harmless to humans and animals, is actually a man-eating beast!

"I, I, I...... Please, spare me, spare me! A trace of water oozed from the squire's crotch "I really, I really didn't mean to, please, I was also forced...... It's the Countess, it's the Countess who forced me! ”

"Okay, okay, I don't blame you. I don't know what to do! Ren Fan squatted down with a smile and patted the attendant's shoulder, so frightened that he showed a smile that was more ugly than crying. casually took the squire's pocket, found the heavy wallet from it and put it in his arms, Ren Fan stood up with a smile: "Go back and tell the countess that I will treat this money as hush money." I've forgotten all that happened tonight. But once you encounter something stimulating, you may remember it at some point. So, it's better not to irritate me. ”

"I, I, I...... I got it. ”

"Oh oh do you think you're a hen?" Ren Fan smiled and said, "By the way, what the hell is this place?" I'm a road idiot, please tell me that Earl Clark is ...... his little lover's house."

"Two ...... It's two blocks away. Go that way. Pointing in a trembling direction, the attendant replied tremblingly.

"Thank you." Ren Fan smiled and put away the holy light barrier on his body. The bloody aura around him made him frown. Work matters, and he doesn't want to lose this big customer. Although being a humanoid 'viagra' is not a good job, it is also a stable income after all. For work, Ren Fan is always very attentive.

"Really, how can Azeroth have so much bullshit!"