"Garon, what time is it?"

Wearing a silk blouse, Heroda walked down the stairs bare-legged.

Maybe it was because she hadn't slept enough, and her face was still tired.

"It's almost noon."

Garon put on a coat for himself and hurried out.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing that Garon had pushed the door open, Shiluda asked.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry to do ......",

"I'm going to the city to find a famous painter in a while, so let's go together-"

Before Hiluda could finish his words, there was no trace of Garon outside the door. She stomped her foot and snorted heavily.

- Fog City, Central District.

Garon raised his face, his finger playing with a gold coin, and looked at the tall building not far away.

Dis's life and death are unknown, Pandora is hard to find, and the priest is unpredictable.

All three are close to a dead end, and no matter which one you choose, there will be no results in the short term.

Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to take a different approach.

Since the problems are all within the scope of Fog City, as long as the City Lord's Mansion is captured, all difficulties will be easily solved.

The lord of the city has the power of almost a god, but the ability to fight alone should not be so strong that it is impossible to solve.

Probably......

Garon leaned against the shadows of the alleyway, preparing his plan.

Based on Dies's diary and his own observations, Garon found that although the personalities of each lord were very different, some of the habits were still common.

They rarely appear in the public eye, and they rarely get their hands dirty, and their mansions are well-defended, generally built in the center of the city, and heavily guarded.

It is not advisable to forcibly destroy from the outside, not to mention the power of the castle lord, the guards outside are also time-consuming to deal with, and if they fail, they will alert the other party.

method, requires a simple, straightforward method of destruction.

The corners of Garon's mouth curled,

The strongest defenses always begin to collapse from within.

"Thank you, sir, for your generosity."

The waiter sent the merchant to the door, who politely rejected the other man's attempt to continue and walked towards the street not far away.

What a rich guy, how many times has this come to send money?

Under the castle about 30 meters high, on the side of the wide iron gate, the guards secretly said.

The golden faint shone, and with the footsteps of the fat merchant, a gold coin rolled out, making the guards' eyes light up.

Careless fellow, don't notice the money you've dropped, the guard clenched his fists, staring nervously at the fat merchant and the gold coins rolling at his feet.

Finally, perhaps God heard the prayers of the guards. As the fat merchant turned a corner and walked into the sea of people, the gold coin also slid into another alley.

The guard swore that he heard the clatter of gold coins hitting the ground.

"Ahem, Mars, look here, I'll be right back."

"Huh?"

"Maybe I drank too much soup for lunch, and I'm going to solve it."

"Then hurry up, I'll be unlucky if I find out."

Looking at the anxious appearance of his companion, Mars snorted disdainfully, the civilian background is unruly, and he doesn't know how to get into the city guards.

On the other side, with a greedy smile, the guard picked up the gold coin, completely oblivious to the demon fist raised behind him.

Two hours later, it's time to change shifts.

As much as he could, Gammon walked past his room on the second floor, but he had no intention of stopping, heading towards the third floor.

He was now thinking only of hiding the gold coins in a place where no one would easily find them, such as near the castle lord's apartment, completely unaware of how dangerous and ridiculous the idea was.

That's right, for the sake of this gold coin, everything is worth it.

Gaemon made up his mind and carefully avoided his companions.

"Who's there, stop me!"

On the seventh floor, Gaimon's body was shocked, and he didn't dare to move.

The tall man walked over, his face rough and uneven like the bark of a tree, crisscrossed with numerous scars.

The guy in front of him is no stranger to Gaemon, the commander of the city lord's guard, Morfford.

"Lord Morford, it's me, the guards on the first floor..... Gaemon. ”

"Hmm...... What are you doing here? ”，

Murford didn't remember the name of the creep, and was only a little impressionable at best.

"Because the merchant from before forgot to give something to the castle lord, he asked us to deliver it....."

"Nandiel?" Morford frowned, "What else could that guy forget?" Forget it, there are quite a few adults up there talking about things right now. You give things to the people on the fifth floor, and they know what to do. ”

"Uh, okay."

Gaemon turned around respectfully, and suddenly asked as he was about to leave.

"My lord, can you tell me a little bit*, what are they talking about?"

The ghost sent the gods, and Morford didn't even have the intention of scolding the little soldiers, and thought about it.

"It's not a big deal, today the son-in-law of the military department caught a very beautiful woman, it seems that he came to find a painter, but he ran into that group of little bastards and was arrested here. Now the church has people, and they are leaving~"

Speaking of which, Mofford sighed,

"I've seen people, they are really good-looking, and if the church didn't interfere, I would have to come over, but it's a pity-"

His expression changed and he paused.

"What am I talking to you about, get out of here!"

Looking at the back of the little soldier fleeing in panic, Murford patted his head, what happened to me just now, how could I talk to that kind of guy about this kind of thing?

He shook his head and slowly walked towards the depths of the seventh floor.

In the darkness, Garon's figure became clear.

He stared silently ahead, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles making a crisp sound, but he had no intention of moving forward.

[I'm going to go to the city to find a famous painter in a while, so let's go together-]

[Today, the son-in-law of the military department caught a very beautiful woman, it seems to be ......]

[A messenger came to the church and took the people away. 】

Finally, he turned around and left in the opposite direction to his destination.

An hour later, in the fading sunlight, the priest walked alone in the silent narrow alleyway.

"Is it you again, young man?"

The old man stopped and looked up at the man at the end of the alleyway.

"I thought that the last battle would make you more sober."

"Where did you send her?" Garon said lightly, "The person you want from the City Lord's Mansion today. ”

"Oh...... It turned out to be for the woman. ”

The priest smiled gently, "Does she have anything to do with you?" ”

When the old man saw that Garon had no intention of answering, he spread out his hands.

"Honestly, young man. I have no intention of handing her over to you, so I might as well-"

A dozen beams of light sliced through the air, and with a hot thunderbolt, the floor of the alleyway was lifted up, tumbling towards the priest's place.

But then, the crumbling rock came to an eerie still, as if frozen in the air, motionless.

"Young man, you should know that this kind of trick will not work much for me."

The priest's words came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at the wound on the back of his hand in amazement, gradually feeling the pain.

Garon clenched his fists, and the burst of energy radiated around, shattering all the still slabs and rocks.

"I ask again, where is she?"

The expression on the priest's face calmed down, and he raised his hand and moved his fingers apart, answering with action.

The wind died down, and the air slowly became hot.

——In the darkness in the distance, the girl meditating in the main hall seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes.

"Garon .......", she took a deep breath and raised the scepter in her hand.

In the scattered pile of rubble, the priest shook his shoulder, which was very sore.

"It's a lot more powerful than a few days ago, what a dangerous man."

Behind him, the buildings on both sides of the alleyway all collapsed together, burying all life.

It's time to leave, and I'm afraid the guards will be coming over in a little while.

The small pebbles fell, halting the priest's footsteps, and he slowly turned around to face the strange sight in front of him.

A huge idol shrouded the ruins, a woman in battle armor, holding a round shield in her left hand and a golden scepter in her right hand, like a general on a march, exuding an awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

"..... the goddess of war," the priest said slowly.

The phantom quickly vanished, but the pressure settled, condensed into a golden light that spread over the earth, and finally converged on a point.

Beneath the scorching black scorch marks, the rocks in one place exploded and splattered, followed by an outstretched arm, clenched into a fist.