Sometimes, mixing a lie with a truth or two is likely to have some unexpected effect. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info because lies are difficult to debunk for a while, while the truth is easy to identify. After confirming that part of the truth, people are likely to believe that part of the lie in passing.

Unlike the Templars' "arrest first, interrogate" approach, Davidson insisted on a relatively cautious approach when leading his men to enforce the law. In this feudal principality, this practice on the one hand guarantees the rights of the common people, but on the other hand it also condones the skilled criminals, because the sheriff will never execute any suspect who has insufficient evidence to commit the crime.

"Lord Sheriff, now you're the only one who can help us."

The young sheriff faced the woman in front of him, who could not be found anywhere, and felt in his heart that such a request could not be refused. However, as the sheriff of the Duchy of Finnier, the charge of harboring the Night Race is not something he can afford.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Davidson gritted his teeth and said, "I will confirm what you say." I'll find someone to keep it secret here, and none of you will be able to get out of the inner courtyard until I get an accurate answer. ”

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After one setback after another, Bishop Harvey understood that with the strength of himself and the clergy of the Duchy of Feinir, he was no match for the Night Race.

There are two paths in front of him, one is to carry it so hard, and the other is to find strong foreign aid. Bishop Harvey chose the second one, even if he was unwilling to deal with the highest level of the half-moon alliance, but if he still had any scruples now, I am afraid that the entire city of Ontario would be occupied by the Night Race.

By the time Davidson was fully dressed and boarded the carriage toward the Chapel, Bishop Harvey was already speeding away in another carriage in the direction of the Confederate capital. The carriages met briefly at one junction and then headed in different directions. In this way, the last question that Anne said could no longer be verified.

Soon, the sheriff met the priest Andre in an inn next to the chapel. It stands to reason that the church of Ontaret should provide him with a suitable place to live, but now that the church has no time to take care of it, the priest who has come from afar can only solve the problem of accommodation on his own.

"Indeed, if it weren't for the Bishop's proof that this young lady is a Night Race, I'm afraid no one would believe this." "Although I have not been in contact with this young lady for a long time, I have seen with my own eyes that she has cured many of the diseases that have plagued our townspeople for many years. Such a virtue is completely different from the brutal Night race that is rife. ”

"Is it possible to be disguised?" Davidson asked.

"You mean pretending to be a good guy?" Pastor Andre frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "If the other party really has any purpose, it is not impossible to disguise it. ”

When the pastor said this, he looked a little hesitant, as if he did not approve of it in his heart. Andrei understands this, after all, it is embarrassing to ask a clergyman to say good things about the Night Race.

With that, Davidson decided not to provide Anne with a place to live for the time being, and waited until Bishop Harvey returned to figure everything out. Before that, he had to be very careful, because once he was considered to be colluding with the Night Race, even if his Lao Tzu was a nobleman above 10,000 people in the Principality of Finnier, he would definitely be punished the most severely.

For Anne and her party, although staying here meant that there had to be some restrictions on their movements, it was undoubtedly the safest place in the entire Ontario area, and the guys in the Templar would not openly break in even if they were mad.

"Annie, I'm dying of boredom."

Alice lay on the couch in a half-paralyzed position, the leather couch sinking into it for the most part. For the past two days, the girl in the water tank has spent most of her time on this sofa, and the whole person seems to have lost a lot of weight because of it.

In order not to affect his judgment, and to avoid divulging some secrets, Davidson moved all his office to another place, and only let his cronies guard be in charge of the perimeter of this courtyard, but no one knew who was there.

When she was bored, Alice still didn't forget her thoughts.

"Betty, I want Betty...... Where did this stupid cat die? I don't know if it has yellow croaker to eat these days. Annie, your power can make sure they don't get hurt, but it doesn't seem to make sure they don't go hungry......"

As Alice muttered these words to herself, Bols, as usual, sat motionless at his table and studied the Atlantean scripts that at first glance would seem obscure. In this regard, Bols can be said to be extremely talented, and now if he blends into a certain house, he can get a passing grade in a very short time.

"Dinner is coming!"

With a clear voice, Anne flashed out of the room next to her, holding a variety of brightly colored meals in her hands.

Alice's body shuddered for a moment, and her little face turned pale. During this time, in order to avoid arousing suspicion from others, Davidson couldn't buy them much to eat, but just prepared some simple ingredients.

The first few meals were made by Alice, but today, I don't know how, the cooking hobby of the fallen angel's sister was stimulated again, and Alice could only give her the only opportunity to pass the time of boredom.

But based on the experience gained in the primordial plane, Alice knew that this meal was definitely not to be eaten. Although on the surface, the shapes of these foods are relatively bright, but experience has taught her that the more beautiful things in Annie's hands, the more lethal they are, such as the toughness potion meatballs and cosmetic salads that used to appear on Nizi's menu.

"Where's Piger?"

Anne tried to use the psychic connection to talk to the vicious dog, but found that the guy was busy with other things, so she stopped bothering him.

And when Alice looked at Bols, who was sitting opposite, and saw that the knight was looking at the meal in front of him with great appreciation, she couldn't help but pray for him in her heart, hoping that he would not die because of this meal.

However, to Alice's surprise, the young knight, after drinking a small half plate of vegetable soup in an extremely gentlemanly manner, did not show any symptoms of intra-abdominal cramps or any pained expression, but his face was full of unfinished business.