"You stay back, I'll go and see."

Frowning slightly, Hawke clenched his infantry dagger and hammer, and walked gently to the four-wheeled carriage, but he was not too nervous, just looked at the coachman with his head drooping, turned his head to the man with some confusion and asked, "Do you know this guy?" It doesn't look like it's from the vicinity of our miners' town. ”

Minertown's clothing has a strong individual style, probably from the direct communication between the foreign race and the Purple Tulip Principality, and the clothing style of humans and alien orcs from the wasteland has a considerable impact on Minertown, even in Black Lake City. And even in the entire Purple Tulip Principality, it is a little alien, but because it is close to the wilderness area outside the hill of the Three Dukes, surrounded by a large number of enemies, it is not allowed to engage in some romantic mood like other principalities.

Although the coachman's costume was no different from the usual, a closer look showed that the so-called coachman's robe was not the leather robe and linen robe that the coachman usually wore, and even according to Hawke's eyes, he had found that under the low hanging head, a different color had appeared.

"He? Oh, who knows?! Seems to be a coachman who has just arrived, and he is very good at bragging! ”

The man spat at the side fiercely, came behind Hawke and looked at the dead coachman, couldn't help frowning his eyebrows tightly, with a certain look of happiness on his face, nodded at Hawke and said, "If it weren't for the God of Light guiding your arrival, I'm afraid for me and my family would have been killed by this damn guy!" ”

As he spoke, the man seemed to want to express his anger, looked at the coachman in the carriage in front of him, and walked over quickly and wanted to tear him off directly, but he was quickly pulled by Hawke, after all, it was a dead person, and it was a bit too much to humiliate his body like this.

"Let me check it, it's very wrong."

But Hawke still understands the fear and grief in this man's heart, especially when he was almost killed by that group of goblins, or even devoured alive, even after he experienced such a tragedy that almost happened, he would definitely not be in a good mood, and even because of the anger hidden in some emotion, it was not impossible to dismantle the entire carriage.

Now Hawke obviously feels that he is becoming more and more violent, but he is not angry when he usually doesn't care, but sees that any enemy who dares to attack him is prepared to be heavy-handed, and even with his own ability, he directly uses it as a tool for upgrading, even in the face of the goblin corpses lying in the thick smell of blood around him, he has no mercy.

However, Hawke is also slightly aware of his current personality, but he didn't think too much about it, probably he had already classified some enemies into the concept of NPCs, and he didn't feel guilty at all. But Hawke also deeply understands that he still belongs to this world, and he can't see his friends and relatives as simple NPCs.

"It's... The smell of blood..."

Walking towards the coachman, Hockliso got into the four-wheeled carriage, and immediately the tip of his nose analyzed the smell that was different from the surroundings, not the sour smell of goblin blood, but the kind of blood that was already carried in human blood, so that Hawke's keen nose instantly distinguished.

After three or two quick onto the four-wheeled carriage, Hawke looked at the coachman who was looking at his head and frowned slightly, just looking at the hand that appeared outside the cuffs, he had already found the white skin, which is not something that a coachman can have, and even according to Hawke's judgment, unless he has been pampered since childhood, he cannot have this white and tender skin.

"Let me see, what the hell is it!"

The coachmen wore leather hoods on their heads, which were good things to keep out the wind and rain and the cold. But now it has also blocked Hawke's realization, he directly reached out and grabbed the hood, looked at the face that was about to appear and took a slight breath, to be honest, he didn't want to pay attention to this so-called corpse, but there was an intuition that always wanted him to come over.

Gritting his teeth, Hawke didn't think much about it, and instantly pulled down the hood on the man's head, but he was slightly stunned, looking at the man in front of him, his still immature face was somewhat uncertain. Even the left hand, which was still holding the infantry dagger, was tightly gripping the hilt and squinting.

"The clergy of the Holy See..."

Hawke squinted slightly, just under this hood it was not an ordinary face, and even as the hood was directly ripped off by Hawke, the body of the "coachman" in front of him also fell to the driver's seat of the carriage in an instant, and the cloak on his body was also slightly exposed part of the clothes, not ordinary linen, but a special costume embroidered with exquisite patterns in silver.

Swallowing softly, Hawk just glanced at the face of the middle-aged man under the cloak, there seemed to be blood in his mouth and nose, but Hawke was not surprised by this, but looked carefully at the clothes under the cloak, because the clothes embroidered with silver threads were not unfamiliar to him!

"Oh, the great light, this is the priest of the God of Light!"

The man behind Hawke also walked over, looking at the embroidered silver silk costume, he couldn't help but widen his eyes instantly, and took a few steps back slightly in horror, and then covered his mouth in disbelief, looked up at the still blazing sun in the sky, trembled his legs in some surprise, and trembled: "How is it possible..."

"Nothing impossible." Hawke's eyes were already squinting, he reached out and pulled the middle-aged priest's hood back over, covering the bloody face from his mouth and nose, and wanted to jump directly out of the carriage, but before he could go down, he found that the middle-aged priest's hand seemed to have fallen with the movement of him falling.

Taking advantage of the work of getting off the four-wheeled carriage, Hawke gently held it in his hand without leaving a trace, with a certain scorching temperature, it seemed to be some kind of luminous body, but it did not cause any harm to human skin, but it was like holding a warm ring. Hawke also quietly clenched his fists, feeling the heat emanating from his palm, turning into pieces of warm current washing over his body.

"It's... O god of light... What the hell is going on?! ”

The man trembled and looked left and right, looking at Hawke and then at the child in the carriage, and even more in prayer with his hands folded, muttering the prayer of the god of light, as if he was doing something to atone for his sins, but Hawke found that the man's forehead was covered with sweat, obviously terrified.

But think about it, a priest of the god of light died quietly at noon, when the god of light's divine power was the strongest, and then evil goblins appeared in an instant, this kind of thing makes people have bad associations, and it is not impossible to even shake their faith.

And this is obviously some kind of unforgivable felony for the people of this world. Even they think that they will be disgusted by the gods and lose the opportunity to ascend to the kingdom of the gods after death, although that opportunity is small and pitiful for this group of ordinary believers, but still do not have to suffer the torture of death or accept the temptation of demons and demons.

"The God of Light forgives any human who bathes in the light."

Compared with the man's frightened face, Hawke was much calmer, but before he could comfort him, he raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes did not turn slightly like a human, just in his dragon vision, under the dazzling sunlight, five black dots were flying over quickly, with some kind of compelling divine aura,

Although he was not sure what was flying in the air, Hawke's right hand immediately clenched, looking at the appearance of the man still praying, and he also closed his eyes and prepared to pretend to pray. However, he quietly threw the ring into a gap in the road, and as the ring rolled quietly, it was obscured by a thicker bush of grass.

PS: Today is the first shift, the day after tomorrow is off, I will make up for today's three shifts. I'm going to Sanjiang next week.,I can't be as sloppy as before.,It's embarrassing to think about.,Alas,Although the new job can play the computer.,But you also need to be careful.,After all, just go to work.,Can't be too presumptuous,,,