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In this sense, Piger felt a little sorry for Annie. In order to cooperate with him, this little girl had to let herself make this kind of cry that did not match her identity in front of everyone, so as to divert everyone's attention.

The pastor's speech was interrupted, and everyone looked at Anne with surprised eyes, and even Alice, who was sitting next to her, felt puzzled, and shook her shoulders and said urgently, "Anne, what's wrong with you?" ”

Sister Fallen Angel gave full play to her talent for acting, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes opened wide, which was enough to arouse any man's desire to protect.

"There's a ...... over there There's a monster! ”

Monster?

Everyone looked in the direction Anne was pointing in amazement, but they found nothing, and they couldn't help but look back.

"Miss, there's nothing there." The old priest beside Anne said, "Are you mistaken, there will be no monsters here." ”

In Atlantis, where multiple species live together, the word monster is rarely used. Because even creatures like kobolds and lizardmen can walk the streets at will, it's hard to imagine anything that could be called a monster. So everyone thinks that maybe it's because this aristocratic lady is usually pampered, and today she is hallucinating under such a vicious sun.

But Anne insisted that there must be some monster there, but it was just hiding.

Everyone looked at each other, and before the people in the temple could speak, the male believers in the audience who had already done good things ran over to that side. The two guys were proud of their height, and they were confident that no matter what monster was over there, it would be okay to put them on the ground.

But after a few young men of five big and three thick walked into a blind corner that people couldn't see, they suddenly didn't move.

This suddenly made everyone nervous. If something happens under the nose of the Principality of Finir as an excellent priest in such a grand celebration, then it is not just a shame.

The two nearest paladin squires ran over. However, like the previous two, they also did not move after turning into that blind spot.

At this moment, a pastor who had been in the front row suddenly stood up and took out two identical white balls from his pocket. The orb is about the diameter of a fist, and its translucent exterior has flashes of holy light.

If you count it from the origin, the inventor of this sphere should be a mage. In the war against the Light Race, sometimes the mage is alone, and he doesn't even have a chance to take the lead. In order to check the situation in the distance, the mage hiding in the shadows invented two enchanted balls, one as an "eye", which was responsible for the front reconnaissance; The other, as a "brain", is responsible for rear reception.

This method was later learned by the Light Race, and because the Light and magic work in a similar way, the priests soon learned the trick. Today, the pastor didn't know why he brought these two heavy balls on a whim, but they came in handy.

The priest muttered a few times, and a ball flew out of his palm and flew straight ahead, while the orb on the priest's other palm clearly showed the scene ahead.

The orb spun through the grass, skirting a corner of the Sanctuary to the point where the men had disappeared.

The priests and paladins on the high platform gathered in front of another orb, looking at the scene in front of them with curiosity: "What the hell are these guys doing?" ”

I saw the paladin attendants and two burly men standing side by side, their eyes stunned and looking in the direction of forty-five degrees obliquely downward. The ball floats upwards, hovering above their heads.

The whole body is red. The naked paladin squire was lying on the ground in large characters, and next to him was the saintess who was also untouched, but the skin was the only bit of mercy, and all the important parts were covered with the paladin's chain mail, so the few men who looked down and looked stunned could only appreciate some less important places, even if they were full of yearning for the scenery under the chain mail, after all, they still did not have the courage to open it and take a look.

"Hey, what kind of monster is this?"

An old, dazed priest stooped forward, his eyes almost on the ball, and finally saw what was on it. Then, as if he had seen some kind of flood beast, the old fellow jerked backwards.

"Alright, withdraw your 'big eyes', and the Holy Light Inquisition will investigate this matter. The commemoration continues. ”

Bishop Harvey, who was sitting not far away, had a gloomy face, and secretly cursed in his heart that the guy who used the ball was a bastard. If things don't get seen by so many people, just deal with them privately. But now that many people have seen this filthy scene, Bishop Harvey doesn't even know where to put his face.

The priest in the middle of the stage continued his speech, but by this time many people's minds had already left San Antonio and flown to another place that was considered dirty, a trend that not even the power of the Light could remedy.

The paladins in charge of the security work have already been brought in to deal with this matter, but this time the remedial is destined to be of little value.

But unlike Bishop Harvey, who was cloudy, the old knight next to him, Herbert, did not always take this little matter to heart, but turned his head and looked at Anne with a keen gaze.

The old paladin had just inadvertently discovered something that he found a little interesting. While everyone looked at the ball in the priest's hand, the noble lady who saw the monster turned her face in the other direction, and never looked at the ball.

Was it indifferent to this, or did you deliberately not look at it because you already knew what you would see in the ball?

Herbert stared at Anne for a long time, until the latter turned his head a little alarmedly, and the old man finally smiled slightly, lowered his gaze, and looked at the big dog lying next to Anne.

But in the next second, the old paladin's expression became solemn again. Because in his mind, the big dog didn't seem to be here just now, not even anywhere as far as the eye could see.

Although there were thousands of people on the field, Herbert had been a scout back then, and what he was best at was memorizing the number of enemy troops in each class, and he was very sensitive to the surrounding environment. Even if it's not as good as it used to be, the old guy still believes he can't be mistaken.