Marin returned to the church with the girls and immediately went to find Old Hoffman, but the church guard told him that Old Hoffman had just left the church with a team of substitutes and the Great Priest of the Great Woodland ten minutes earlier.

This was a fatal answer, Marin asked the Guard where his mentor had gone, but he couldn't answer, but the horse breeder on the side gave an answer - the town hall.

"They said they were going to the town hall, and although it was not good to tell the news they heard, you are Hoffmann's apprentice, and you have the right to know your whereabouts." The horse breeder said so.

Marin nodded, then turned to leave, returning to Faye and the others, Marin told him about it, Faye and Cross were confused: "Why did Your Excellency go to the city hall, we haven't come back to inform him yet." ”

"The only possibility is that my mentor got news about that chaos from another source, and he took the substitute to the town hall." In Marin's opinion, what his mentor was trying to do, naturally it was self-evident - he took a team of substitutes and the great god Lord Lady Ollie, and without saying a word, he headed for the city hall, in addition to killing that Chaos, would it still be to pick up his good apprentice back to the church?

How is this possible.

The Guru is already old, and the only thing that can labor him is Chaos.

And they met Colin before, he and Camila Knight went to Michel's house, and Marin himself was not in the church, otherwise with Marin's familiarity with his mentor, he would definitely let Marin take someone to kill that Chaos.

"Well, you guys wait at the church, I'll go to the town hall." Marin decided to rush over, not to say anything about the grand event, but to at least go over and send a message to his mentor - beyond this chaos, there was even more shocking news: "You must be in the church, I don't want to come to you all over Fort Carter after the action in the town hall is over." ”

"Be careful all the way." Faye stopped Jessica from trying to follow, and then agreed to Marin's request, "We're not going anywhere." ”

"We'll wait for you to come back." Maya stood beside Faye and looked at Marin and said.

Marin nodded: "I'll be back soon." After saying that, he turned to the horse breeder: "Help me prepare a horse." ”

"No problem, Your Excellency, please get ready, your war horse will be waiting for you in front of the door." The breeder turned and ran towards the passage to the stable.

The guards on the side pulled over the weapon rack, Marin unfastened his trench coat, took out the revolver from his waist, and then unfastened the belt of the holster and replaced it with another belt - only one of the holsters had a cartridge pouch filled with 12-gauge shotguns, and one of the guards handed over a double-barreled shotgun with a sawn barrel short.

Marin tucked it into a holster.

"My four-pipe." Marin said as he looked at the guard who was dragging another weapon rack over, tilting his head and putting on the cuirass as the guard prepared it—the lightweight Mithril breastplate has always been synonymous with reliability in the fight against Chaos, and this time will be no exception.

Using only the front breastplate and the back secured with a tough earth dragon leather buckle, Marin took his four-barrel shotgun, opened it, and stuffed it with four single-headed rounds.

"Hoffman left with holy water." A guard came over with a holy water bag, and Marin pulled out a No. 5 holy water from it and placed it in the storage bag on his chest.

He then removed a silver-oozing dagger from the third weapon rack and tied it to the shoulder pouch of the breastplate with its sheath.

"The horse is in place, Marlin." Margaret, who was in front of the gate, looked at Marlin and shouted.

"That's enough." Marin refused the Demon Breaking Sword handed over by the guard, with the twigs of the World Tree, Marin didn't need this weapon much, and he also had a blood roar, pulling the handle of this axe away, Marin put the axe into his satchel, turned around and walked out.

Passing through the door, Marin glanced back down the hall, where his girls were watching him.

After a moment's pause, about a second, Marin smiled and bowed his head, and then walked into the sun-drenched street.

The horse breeder had already led the horse, and he helped Marlin to get on the horse: "I'm sorry, but the ponies have been ridden away by the apprentices. ”

"It's fine." Marin slapped a few blessing spells on the Sidney horse, and then pulled the reins: "I like the bigger ones." ”

Before he finished speaking, the war horse took Marin and walked away.

The horse breeder watched as the young star of his church was so beautiful that he maneuvered his horse over the stall and through the crowd, eventually knocking a bag-snatcher to the ground as he turned the corner.

"Did Mr. Marlin really ride a horse before?" He asked the guards beside him.

"How do I know?" The guard shook his head.

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The halfling looked at the mobile stall not far away, he was waiting for the order to be completed in the store of the southern Thai, he had just eaten two meat buns with thin skin and many fillings, and the salty and fresh broth in them was very satisfying, and in order to pass the time, he began to pay attention to the stall he was paying attention to now.

That stall was also owned by a Southern Thai, but it was ...... It is not correct to say that it is a southern Thai, but it is very correct to say that it is a spirit of southern Thailand.

Yes, the spirits from southern Thailand, speaking of which, the southern Thai spirits in the eastern human world and the spirits in the western human world are completely different things, the former is more like the beastly appearance of the orcs after complete distortion, but the southern Thai spirits completely retain their consciousness and personality, so after the initial chaos, the southern Thai spirits are called the southern Thai orcs, which are distinguished from the orcs of the western human world.

So the halfling paid attention to the ox-faced orc and an otter-like orc.

The former is the manager of the stall, and the latter is the paying diner.

Speaking of which, it was obviously only an otter orc who reached the waist of the halfling, but his appetite was very unexpectedly large, and I saw him sitting at the table, with a huge bowl in front of him that was enough to make a bathtub for him, and the bowl was full of noodles and meat, for the halfling, this bowl of noodles was enough for his family to eat for a day.

But all the noodles ended up in the otter's stomach, and nothing happened to kill the orc, but the otter put down the bowl...... It can't be said that he put down the bowl, because the halfling watched the otter smash the bowl on the table, stood up, and looked up at the minotaur: "Your face is missing two pounds!" Scoundrel! ”

The halfling tilted his head - such a big bowl, so many noodles, you have eaten them all, and then you talk about others...... I want to eat the overlord meal.

"If you don't pay, you're going to die here today." The minotaur didn't seem to say much, and seemed to be just stating a fact.

"I'll pay you a big head!" The otter orc lifted the table with that.

Are you going to fight?! The halfling was very excited—because orcs were always powerful, especially for him as a halfling.

The minotaur turned and picked up the large knife that cut the meat.

The otter turned around and ran.

The halfling watched the minotaur roar after the otter, and was about to say something when he saw several southern Thai orcs emerge from the corner of the street, put all the contents of the stall into the bags they had prepared, and then turned and ran.

The halfling looked around - the officers had just chased the minotaur orcs and otter orcs, there were no police officers on the scene, and no one would care about such a thing - for members of the western human world like the halflings, it was always better for the southern Thaintes to take matters into their own hands.

And for the southern Thais, it's better for them to solve the matter between the spirits themselves.

So the halfling watched as the southern Thai orcs emptied their stalls, and a yellow-haired cat man even took the chopstick holder.

He turned his head to look at Mr. Manager who was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, "Is it okay to do this?" ”

"Of course it's no problem, let them solve their weird things by themselves, as long as it's not killing people in the street, what's the point of shedding a little blood between them." The manager replied, and his clerk came over with the food box that had already been placed: "Please give your order to the city hall cleaner, we will go and get it every Wednesday." ”

"No problem, old rules." Taking the food box, the halfling paid and walked out of the store of the southern Thai.

He saw that the minotaur and the officer had returned, and that the otter was nowhere to be found, and it was evident that the little thing was small and nimble, and must not know where it had gone.

Then he also saw the minotaur stunned when he saw his empty stall.

Out of kindness, he didn't speak.

It wasn't that he didn't have sympathy, but he noticed that in the corner alley, the spirits were distributing the buns they had taken from the stalls to the little homeless.

The war in the north seemed imminent, and the poor children were displaced with their parents, living a life ruled by hunger.

As a halfling, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with keeping his mouth shut at this time—a good deed that was not recognized by the order was also a good deed, wasn't it?

With this in mind, the halfling passed by the alley, and he noticed that the orcs noticed him, so the halfling raised his eyebrows and smiled at them.

The yellow-haired cat man also raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Sometimes, why do you have to know each other.

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Little Nagan, an apprentice at the Harvest Goddess Church, was just a kid wallowing in the West of the City before he showed his talent for auxiliary techniques when he first entered school this year, and when he passed the apprenticeship test, his mother cried, Nagan had never seen his mother so happy, and he had never seen his mother so sad.

He didn't have a father, which is the most common situation for children in the west of the city, his mother sometimes had to sell a little bit in order to live, Nagan had not read in the six years since he was born and became an apprentice, he couldn't even write his own name, and if it wasn't for a test that changed his fate that day, he would have been like those gangsters in the west of the city, fooling around all day long, and finally dying in a corner.

But after becoming an apprentice, Nagan realized that the world was so big, there were many lives far better than living like a gangster, and there would be many beings that were far more terrible than being a gangster.

For example, the displaced people in the distance, in recent times, they have always gathered, they don't know what they are doing, they don't know what they are talking about, they don't want to go to work in the food processing factory of Lord Marin, they don't want to get food with their own hands, but they still eat and drink.

This is not normal, the gods always say, pay will be rewarded, little Nagan also thinks so, because of his own relationship, his mother also entered the processing factory to work, although only for those men to wash clothes, but can also get a few dollars of income every month, and can also get a few cans, although not as good as before, but the mother is very happy, she always says, money earns less, but at least than before living more like a person.

Definition of human ...... Little Nagan had seen it in the book, that is, there was a beating heart, a free soul, not bound by evil, not deceived by chaos.

Looking at the outcasts in the distance coming out of the camp surrounded by tents, looking at the bags in their hands, little Nagan retreated from the ruins, and he walked briskly up the avenue, where the sisters in the organization had to be told and let them tell Lord Marin.

He always said that the world didn't need unearned beauty, because that was just the favorite means of chaos to deceive mortals.

Walking through the intersection, the same child approached him: "How is it." ”

"There's a problem." Nagan nodded, and the two cubs stopped as a carriage approached, and the church's senior apprentices greeted them in the car, "Do you need to get on, little ones?" ”

"No, thank you." Nagan smiled and shook his head as he tugged at the corner of his companion's coat.

The latter was puzzled, and he turned his head to look at Nagan.

Foolish, my friend, when have you ever seen the carriages of the nobles passing through the west side of the city?

Nagan smiled while stepping back without a trace, then turned and ran: "Run!" He shouted.

His companion froze for a moment, and then the tentacles that emerged from the void pierced his chest.

Under Nagan's gaze, a cloaked, hidden figure appeared behind his friend: "Catch him." ”

The apprentice in the carriage jumped down and began to chase him, and looking at the apprentice's use of his hands and feet, Nagan put his hand in the inner pocket of his small waistcoat and crushed the thin plank of runes containing the acceleration technique.

Although he had not been studying for a long time, Nagan understood that everything he saw now was an illusion, and the senior was a fake, because the real senior would never let the mud in the alleys of the west side of the city stain his hands; That humanoid form is also fake, because the real Excellency will never kill the apprentices of his own church.

Do not be afraid, for that is the poison of the heart.

Reciting the teachings of Lord Marin in his heart, Nagan gave himself an endurance enhancement technique, which can improve his stamina, allow him to run farther, run more steadily, and not end up dying in this alley because of lack of strength.

The apprentice behind him approached, and from time to time Nagan knocked down the debris piled up in the alley, and while restraining his pursuit, Nagan also noticed the exit ahead.

Pulling out the quagmire scroll from his pocket, Nagan turned the alley floor in front of him into a real quagmire, and then turned on the spider technique - Lord Marlin had prepared this for all the young apprentices, although in the eyes of those senior apprentices, this would squeeze a sequence slot, but for a child like Nagan, it was a life-saving sequence, and it was the foundation for himself to become stronger.

He jumped, walked on the wall with both feet, ran, and finally watched his senior jump, and he also jumped up and jumped onto the wall on the other side, and the senior, who had lost his goal, finally began to fall in vain and finally plunged headlong into the mire.

Rushing out of the alley, Nagan jumped over the back of the carriage and ran down the wall to the roof of the house amid the coachman's cursing.

Pulling the flare gun from his waist and pointing it at the sky, Nagan pulled the trigger.

………………

After hearing that he had also invested money and support in the production of certain alchemical potions, Colin had a good opinion of this peer, after all, this is real production, and financial services that make money are not on the right track after all.

As they spoke, Colin and Michelle heard the girl's screams of surprise behind them.

They turned their heads and saw a red fireworks exploding in the distance to the west.

"It's not completely dark yet, so why are you setting off fireworks now?" Mr. Butler was very curious.

"I don't know, but it's not pretty." Sheila said.

And Michelle glanced at Colin: "It seems to be an emergency flare for our church." ”

"Red, Marlin gave it to the kids, and one of them is in trouble." Colin stood up: "I'm sorry, Mr. Michelle, it looks like I have to go and see what the hell is going on." ”

"Go on, Mr. Colin, and Mr. Camilla, and if my leg is okay, I'll go with you." Michelle looked at the two of them and raised his hand to signal them to go.

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Marin rode around the corner, looking at the empty street in front of him, and as he was about to speed up, he saw fireworks rising in the distance.

Red is the fireworks he prepared for those children.

In front of me is a three-way road, to the west, is the city gate of the west district of the city; To the south, it is in the direction of the town hall.

Glancing in the direction of the town hall, Marin finally chose to go west - the town hall had its own mentor, and there would be no problem in thinking about it; And in the west of the city, there are only first-year apprentices, and they are already the greatest luck to be able to use fireworks alive, and Marin can't let the little ones face danger alone.

He had to pass.

With this thought, Marin clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse rushed through the street quickly, and at the city gate, Marin shouted to the city guards who were still a little overwhelmed to close the city gate, and then rushed in.

Judging from the position where the signal was raised, it was just behind the city gate, not far away, and for the sake of safety, it was the most correct choice to close the city gate in this area - a false alarm is easy to say, but who can guarantee that there will be no case.

"Why are the gates closed?" The driver of the carriage was asking Marin.

"Find a place to hide!" Marin replied, galloping past the horse.

Stopping at the bottom of the signal, Marin jumped off his horse, looked around, and finally turned his eyes to the alley on the side of the street: "Who is it?" "In the darkness Marin observed the fluctuations that only life has, it is afraid, it is nervous, it does not even dare to come out.

Hearing a voice behind him, Marin turned his head to see a drowning ghost emerging from a quagmire-like alley.

Taking the axe out of his bag and skewering it with World Tree twigs, Marlin threw it to the ground: "Kill the spirit." ”

The combination of the Blood Roar and the twigs of the World Tree conjured up multiple feet, and quickly met the drowning ghost, then axed it in two.

The drowning ghost who was beheaded by the waist was not dead, but in the next second, the blood roar split its head.

At this point, the fluctuations in the alley tell Marin that it is no longer afraid, and Marlin sees Nagan, a first-year apprentice, come out of it.

"It's Lord Marlin!" He said.

"It's me." Marin nodded and glanced at the drowning ghost: "What's the matter, is it because it's chasing you?" ”

Nagan told the story as it was, Marin only felt his scalp tingle, he turned around and whistled, and the war horse ran over: "Come!" Launched! Marin stretched out his hand and hugged the child onto the war horse, and then jumped on it himself: "Let's go back to church......" If it was just a few drowning ghosts, Marin felt that he would be alone to solve it.

But the situation is clearly beyond Marin's control, and killing a person when the enemy situation is unknown, what is the difference between this and suicide.

Marin thought so, and at the same time, the war horse slowed down, looking at the citizens who walked into the block, some of them recognized Marin, operating unfamiliar etiquette gestures, some saluted him, and some people stepped forward: "Your Excellency Marin, what's wrong." ”

Marin finally jumped off the warhorse, and he patted Nagan's leg: "It doesn't matter if you can't ride a horse, I'll tell it, let it take you to church." After saying that, Marin patted the war horse, and the war horse that had obtained the magic psychic turned around and left calmly.

"Your Excellency! What are you staying for! Nagan turned to Marin and shouted.

"Nothing." Marin smiled, then turned to look at the civilians, "We're in a little trouble, do you have weapons at home?" ”

"I have a shotgun that my father left me." Someone said so.

"All I have is a hunting knife." Someone replied.

"We have shotguns at home, double-barreled!" Others looked at Marin.

"Your Excellency! What kind of trouble! "There was a half-aged man who took a machete out of his house.

"If it's trouble for you, it's trouble for us!" A young man leaning on the windowsill shouted.

“…… All right. Marin walked over to the drowning ghost, cut off its head, and held it up: "A schoolboy has been attacked by this spirit!" He said there were spirits of one kind or another, maybe a lot of them...... Are you afraid? ”

"Drowning ghosts are troublesome, but they can't be killed, and it only takes a team and a longarm to keep it under control." The disabled veteran said: "We have a long handle at home, and a rack for drying clothes, so maybe it's a good idea to build a street fort, Your Excellency." ”

Some citizens simply ran home to get shelves, and many more moved out of furniture.

The people of Fort Carter are simple.

Marin thought with great relief as he watched the citizens give their orders loudly: "Okay then...... Citizens! Arm yourself! Protect your children in a centralized manner! Let's start building the street fort! ”。

Marin could not watch that dangerous camp continue unchecked, and Nagan escaped, they would definitely not sit idly by, and it was very likely that they would launch their plot in advance, and if Marin did not stay, he would not arm the citizens of the western side of the city...... I don't know how many people will die.

Marin was educated so that he could not ignore such a situation.

Trouble always comes uninvited, but as a human being, you must not let troubles always get what they want.

Thinking of this, Marin glanced at the veteran: "What's your name." ”

"Citizen, Your Excellency." The veteran grinned, "Hats off, Your Excellency. ”