Pushing open the small wooden door, Casaman glanced at the inside of the store - the dwarf manager was sitting behind the counter as he had done when he had entered, and if it hadn't been for the bell on the door, he would have been sleeping by now.

"Kassameman, aren't you preaching tonight? Why are you still coming to me at this time? The dwarf yawned, and he was one of the dens of fatherly love, so he knew Casaman.

"I'm going to buy some guys, I'm not responsible for tonight's sermon, I have something to do." Casaman said as he took out his wallet and slapped it on the counter: "One hundred and twenty rounds of 11 mm rifle rounds; a semi-automatic short-barreled rifle, military cargo; There was also a point 357 revolver with sixty rounds. ”

"Wow, you want so many guys, are you going to rob a bank, I can warn you, if you go crazy, I won't sell you guys, I don't want to be thrown into a black prison by the National Security Operations Bureau." The dwarf looked at the 'partner' with a wary expression.

And Casaman shook his head, and he took out another round of money tied up with rubber from his pocket: "Another short-barreled shotgun, 12-gauge caliber, lever principle, and forty more rounds." ”

“…… Hi buddy, what the hell is going on? Looking at Casaman's iron face, the dwarf took out a long box from under the counter, opened it, and took out a somewhat old rifle from it: "Military rifle, you don't need to pull the bolt, you only need to pull the trigger, this is my treasure." ”

"That's it!" Casamane held out his hand.

The dwarf held his hand, "You haven't answered my question yet, Kasamán." ”

“…… I had a very good friend who died, and the Wise Lord's fellows killed him, and Greyfur died trying to help me escape from the police...... I must avenge them. The left hand was held down by the dwarf, and the Casamane already had an extra revolver in his right hand: "Old Golden Eye, you have to help me with this matter, or I won't mind killing you and taking it myself." ”

"Damn, you are ruthless, the money belongs to me, and all the goods you want will be given to you." The dwarf, known as Old Golden-Eyed, quickly took out what Casaman needed, and then he looked at him: "There are so many things, can you carry them?" ”

Casaman answered by pulling open his collar to reveal the leather cuirass, which was full of six rows of bullet sacs, and he took out his rifle bullets and stuffed them one by one, then put the bullet from his shotgun into the bullet pouch on his waist.

"Is it useful for you to go alone?" Old Golden looked at the big man and asked.

Casaman shook his head, "I'm sure I'll die, but I'll kill all the Wisdom Lord believers who can be killed before I die." With that, Cassaman put the bullets from the revolver into the bullet pouches on each side of his belt pouch, then tucked the revolver behind his waist and stuffed the two pistols into the violin case he had picked up.

"Do you want me to ask you for money?" The old golden eye counted the money, raised his head and asked.

"Count on your tip." Casaman turned and walked to the door of the store, then turned to look at Old Golden-Eye, "I thought you were going to pull out a gun and shoot me." ”

"You're already a dead man, little bastard, and I'm not going to waste bullets on dead people." After the old golden eye finished speaking angrily, he took out a small bag from behind the counter and threw it at Casaman, and when he took it, the old dwarf smiled: "Four military grenades, if you want to die, remember to drag a few cushions, and, die thoroughly, don't give me out." ”

“…… I know. Casaman smiled, then pushed the door open and left.

The old dwarf sat for a while, then got up, walked to the door, and after making sure that no one wanted to come in and spend money, he hung up the sign that was closing, and walked to the back of the shop, and as he went, he took off the manager's coat, and in the small room behind the store he changed his clothes, put a fake mustache on his face, and then pushed open the back door and walked into the alley.

Carrying a lantern that illuminates the alley, the gnome walked around the corner and passed through the bodies of the oncoming men.

Watching them turn the corner of the alley and walk towards their shop, the dwarf licked the corners of his mouth, then walked to the end of the alley without looking back, and then slammed into the wall.

Detached from the state of the spirit, Old Golden Eye raised his hand at the church guards who raised their guns and aimed at them: "I am Old Golden Eye, I belong to the Intelligence Collection Section of the Just Church, there is important information to be transmitted, please protect me to go to the Just Church." ”

The Bishop, the god of wealth, who was being guarded by the guards, pushed his guards away: "I know you, aren't you the owner of a nearby gun shop." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, under the cover of being the owner of the gun shop, I am in charge of contacting the members of the Chaos Sect to confirm the flow of their weapons and their movements, just now, the priest of the Fatherly Love Sect, Casaman came to my shop and took a large number of weapons, according to him, he is going to war with the Lord of Wisdom of another sect!"

"I see, well, you come with me, get into the carriage, and we will go to the Church of Justice now." The old man nodded, and then he motioned to the guards to lower their guns: "You go to a few people, go and tell the wagon, prepare two carriages for me." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." There are guards leaving.

Old Golden-Eye breathed a sigh of relief, and he stepped forward and saluted the bishop.

The Bishop smiled as the gnome bowed his head, reached out to take the revolver from the guard beside him, and pulled the trigger on the gnome's head.

When the old golden eye fell in a pool of blood, the bishop frowned: "Come on, drag him away and deal with it." ”

"Yes." A guard came over and dragged the old golden eye away.

The bishop had faded his kind smile at this time, and instead turned his head to look at the other side: "Your people are slow! ”

"We've tried our best and we've not been able to catch Kassameman, but it's okay, he'll take his own seat." Out of the darkness of the corridor came a roasted monster with countless pustules on its face: "This betrayer, we're going to wipe him out with all the nonsense." ”

"Let's hope so, and don't forget our agreement." The bishop looked at the monster in front of him, and his originally polished sect began to show filth.

"Rest assured, a loving Father will never disappoint his followers." The monster, smiling, retreated into the shadows.

………………

"It's going to be a long night." Watching the sun slowly but surely set toward the west, Marin was moved.

Although the mages thought that the lunatics should start activating the circle after dawn tomorrow, Marin felt that these psychopaths and lunatics should be able to activate the circle before tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, this is a virtue that a conspirator should have.

And for Marin, waiting is really an ordeal.