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Anne took out two silver coins from Alice's package and said to the dwarf in front of her, who was not very pleasant-looking, "If you can help me with something, I can give you an extra gold coin in addition to this silver coin." ”

The dwarven tramp nodded, but the expression in his eyes did not show any fanaticism, and it was probably impossible to estimate the value of a gold coin at all.

"Walk through here, there's a bearded paladin on the next street, you go and see where he goes,"

The dwarven tramp nodded again, bounced off the ground with a surprisingly agile movement, and trotted away with Anne's silver coin.

Five minutes later, the dwarf returned, bringing with him a message that Anne least wanted to hear.

The old paladin came out of a shop on the corner and walked straight into the security office.

"Here's the gold for you."

Anne took off her gloves, bent down and handed a shiny gold coin to the dwarf, but she didn't expect the other party to wave her hand: "Dear miss, I only need one silver coin to suffice." If I dress like this and buy something with gold coins, I'm likely to get myself in trouble. ”

So, the little girl disguised as a noble lady gave him all the silver coins in Alice's pocket, and then got into the carriage and let the coachman drive towards the inn at full speed.

Sensitivity to danger means being able to respond quickly and effectively to a crisis. Anne's ability in this area has a lot to do with Piger. At first, she always thought that the Night Archmage was overly sensitive to something, but now she also enshrined this idea.

"Find a place to hide Betty and the Shining Sword."

Before he could return to the inn, Piger had already received the message from Anne from the Psychic Connection. However, with the current ability of the big dog, it is not easy to move a glowing sword and a glowing cat to another place without attracting attention, and once you get out of this door, you will be caught by those paladin squires patrolling the street.

So, until Anne returned to the inn, the big dog still didn't make any moves. By the time they had packed Betty into a black box and placed the Shining Sword in a black cloth bag to transfer, a team of centaurs had already rushed over and wrapped the entire inn tightly.

There were clearly two forces in the ranks surrounding the inn, one of which was the paladins and attendants of the Templar, and the other was the sheriffs of the Sheriff's Office, and they were clearly distinguished from each other in terms of clothing and equipment. Two forces that are rarely intertwined appear here at the same time, much to the surprise of everyone around.

Everyone passing by looked this way, and the customers and clerks in each store poked their heads curiously to understand what was going on. But unlike the previous demeanor of purely watching the excitement, everyone seemed a little nervous, as if they would see something terrible in the next moment.

Since the appearance of the team of the Night Race nearby, not only the Principality Legion has entered a state of alert, but there is also a smell of grass and trees among the people.

"We're miserable now. If we find out that the relics and artifacts are in our hands, those paladins will surely tear us apart. Alice felt her limbs flutter and could only pin her last hope on the fallen angel beside her, "Annie, what should we do this time?" ”

At this time, Xiao Nizi did not look downstairs, but crossed half the street and looked straight at the luxurious carriage inlaid with the temple logo. On one side of the carriage, several paladins of the highest status in the entire Duchy of Finnir were included, including the old paladin Herbert; On the other side of the carriage were Davis, the sheriff he had just met, and his attendant knights.

As a result, the power of confusion that Anne intended to use had little practical effect. Under the noses of so many high-ranking clergymen, this pure psychic spell was no match for purifying divine art at all.

To Anne's puzzlement, how did the old paladin Herbert manage to bring such a mixed squad together in such a short period of time?

In fact, the old paladin had been following her carriage long before Anne was on her way to the Sheriff's Office. In the same way that Anne sent a dwarf to scout, Herbert found a homeless man and asked him to deliver the news to Bishop Harvey.

When Anne left, the former Duchy knight quickly got in touch with Sheriff Davidson and asked Anne about the purpose of her trip. When Davidson learned of his plan, he immediately sent a direct security team to assist the Templars in their mission.

Halfway through, the two teams converged, and the scene from the previous scene appeared.

In the carriage sat several high-ranking priests, in addition to Bishop Harvey. They hadn't had a chance to ask Herbert how he judged that these men weren't good, but despite the doubts about the trip, since the First Sanctuary had chosen to accept Herbert's suggestion, they had no choice but to trust the veteran paladin.

As things stand, it is clear that a very critical moment has been reached.

Anne glanced at Pije next to her, and the vicious dog turned her head, the meaning in her eyes was clear.

Either resist directly, or wait for these guys to attack. But the result of the latter is nothing more than waiting for those guys to see the relics and artifacts before rebelling. Regardless of the process, it will be the same in the end.

To rebel means to expose one's identity. Once Anne made a move, all their previous layouts were in vain. When the forces of the Night Race are not gathered, once the identity of the fallen angel is revealed, it will inevitably cause the entire Light Race of Atlantis to shake, and then quickly gather elite forces to strangle.

While they were hesitating on what to do, the luxury carriage had slowly stopped next to the inn. Davis and the others dismounted, while Bishop Harvey and the priests unhurriedly got out of the carriage and greeted Sheriff Davis before looking at the sharp-eyed Herbert.

The old paladin's face was full of determination, and he nodded at the Bishop. Several high-ranking paladins immediately rushed inside like mad dogs.

The innkeeper and the clerks stood in the corner with their heads hung like rain-soaked chickens, watching these guys rampaging through the store but not daring to make any moves, lest they be mistaken for a fellow party of the Night Race. At this time, in their eyes, these paladins and sheriffs are far more dangerous than the Night Race.