Time goes back to twenty minutes ago.

Watching the kid named Marin leave with someone, Sarah was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The third daughter of the Briss family had never been so afraid of a man as she was today, and the boy named Marin Gayat had indeed thrown out her gloves with murderous intentions.

She could feel the murderous intent surging in the little humanoid's eyes as he tore off the lamp pole.

It was a kind of determination that if she dared to wield her weapon, he would definitely kill him.

So Sarah knelt very thoroughly, and at the same time confirmed once again - the rumors and rumors are not necessarily true, but the comments about this little guy are really true.

The street lamp pole is made of solid pig iron, this little thing was torn off with one hand, Sarah felt that the giant blood on her body was all fake, she couldn't do it with one hand to tear off the street lamp pole, and even two hands couldn't do it, this really deserved to be the child that the old Hoffman Lord valued.

And, let's be honest...... Marlin is so cute.

Everyone is the owner of the giant bloodline, why is she so big and thick, she is not even qualified to pretend to be cute in front of the boy she likes, and Marin is like that...... Sarah really couldn't use the word 'petite' for a boy, but how could she describe him without that word, he looked so thin and cute, harmless as a small animal, but like a berserker, Sarah thought it would be nice if this power could appear in Alan Bobka's body.

It's a pity that there will always be one kind or another helplessness in life.

"Sarah, let's go." Bobka shouted from the carriage.

"I'm coming." Sarah stepped forward and sat down in the back of the carriage - the carriage was like a distant dream for Sarah, who was only five years old, and in addition to being young, she was a little cramped.

………………

Orlando Caton, still doing nothing, on the third day of the harvest festival, the young police officer, who had nothing to do watching the crowds, noticed the church vicar who was riding on a horse, but fell into the crowd.

"Here, Your Excellency." Orlando beckoned to the surrogate, who noticed the gap around him and immediately leaned over cautiously but firmly on his horse: "Mr. Officer, is there something wrong?" ”

"Where are you going?" Mr. Officer asked with a smile.

"North of the city, I need to inform the members of the God of War Church and ask them to suspend the mission, my Commander thinks there may be a danger that they can't handle." Perhaps it was this smile that gave people an absolute sense of security, and the agent sighed: "I was born in this city, I have lived in this city, and it has been forty years, and for the first time, I think, how can there be so many people in Fort Carter, how did they come here. ”

"Your Excellency, this is one of the few days in a year when everyone can do nothing, but it is a hardship for service providers like you and me." Orlando walked to the front with a smile, and he put his whistle in his mouth and blew it, motioning for the citizens to stop: "Come, Your Excellency, I will take you over there, there is an alley now used by our officers, which leads directly to the gate of the northern district of the city." ”

"Thank you." The agent smiled and thanked him, and at the same time stroked his chest to the citizens who stopped: "Thank you, may your life be beautiful." ”

The citizens also recognize the dress of the substitute - for the sake of uniformity and visibility, the substitute and the substitute of punishment in each church almost have a uniform dress code so that the general public can recognize it at a glance - of course, the substitute will not follow such rules when he goes out to do business.

Two police officers stood at the entrance of the alley and saw Orlando and the Harvest Goddess Church's representative, one of them first put his hands together in front of him, crossed his fingers and clasped his fingers, and made a standard gesture for Harvest Goddess believers: "Good day, parishioners, what wind has blown you here?" ”

"It's the wind of harvest joy, parishioners, I have something to go to the North District, and your colleague told me that I can use this passage."

"Yes, no problem, the surrogate of the Harvest Goddess Church, please come in." The other policeman had not spoken before because he was not a believer in the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, but this time, of course, he was needed to show his attitude - Orlando had come with this surrogate, and he had already made his attitude known; His colleague is a believer in the Harvest Goddess Church, and his position is naturally his attitude.

So, he paid his respects and, like his colleagues, stepped aside.

"Thank you, may you have a good harvest and share the joy of your life's journey." The agent is also very polite, much to the satisfaction of the followers of the Church of the Just God, who do not like the Church of War very much, because the wars waged by the latter are often the source of calamity; In the same way, they don't like the Church of the Sea God very much, because the ocean is too capricious; The same Church of Arts and Beauty is also disliked by them, because there are many times when the believers of this church are tempted by evil spirits to commit sins that should never be committed.

But the Church of the Goddess of Harvest is different, it is a neutral and kind church, from the gods to the members who are either farming or begging for a good harvest, and in the internal evaluation of the Church of the God of Justice, this is the safest group of churches.

In fact, a thousand years before the establishment of the Church of Justice, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest has always been the safest, compared with the Church of Arts and Beauty, where there are bishops who have fallen today, and Catholics who have gathered to the point of losing contact with celestial bodies tomorrow, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest has less than three depravity incidents every ten years, and there are countless incidents of spirit rampage and xenomorph invasion that it deals with every year, and it is simply the most reliable friend in the eyes of the Church of Justice.

The contemporary walker rode into the alley, and the police officer turned his head to confirm that the agent turned to stroke his chest, and the middle-aged man smiled and raised his hat in courtesy.

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The old man sitting behind the counter of the hotel was reading the newspaper, and the incandescent lamp lit up the small corridor on the first floor of the hotel, which was a little dark because of the lack of windows, and also lit the newspaper in front of him, and as he read deeper, he laughed, because the joke column in the newspaper had been getting better and better lately, and he laughed happily until the old man heard the sound of the hotel door being pushed open.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Guest......"

He looked up from the newspaper he was facing and saw a man in a gray light trench coat and a beautiful and beautiful gentleman's top hat, some young, raw-faced, but normal - the harvest festival at Fort Carter attracts believers from the goddess of harvest from the human kingdom every year, after all, Fort Carter is one of the top five dioceses in the entire human world, and the transportation is convenient - in addition to the sea, tourists can also go all the way north to Fort Carter through the eastern Cape of Carven, safe passage, beautiful scenery, There are also endless fields where devotees come every autumn.

"Good afternoon, old sir, I need a room, the top floor, preferably with a view of the square through the window, I have heard that your street is the most intuitive place to see the square for the night prayer procession." The middle-aged man raised his hat and showed his slightly bald head, which immediately attracted the favor of the old man - this head was his own.

He sat up straight, his smooth head reflecting the light of the incandescent lamp, "There are rooms like this, but they're all booked. ”

"Money is not an issue, old man." The middle-aged man smiled and pulled out his wallet.

The old man took out his cigarette case and handed over a cigarette: "Money is indeed not a problem, sir, the rooms have been booked, only the attic has a small room, although the view is very good, but I don't think it is suitable for a gentleman like you." ”

"When I was young, I was also a child walking in the fields, and this time it was also to fulfill my childhood dream, so I asked for this room." The middle-aged man took the cigarette, took out a flint lighter and lit it, and then lit a cigarette for the old man: "How much is needed." ”

"Three dollars a day, as you know, hotels have generally increased their prices these days." The old man raised his eyebrows, originally he wanted to offer four yuan, but he always felt that this middle-aged man was in line with his temper, so he lowered the price.

"I know, five days." The middle-aged man took out two pieces of ten yuan from his wallet and put them on the table, when the old man wanted to take out change, the middle-aged man smiled and picked up the luggage at his feet, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a key on the top of the key rack flew into his hand, and he smiled at the stunned old man: "My mentor said that knowledge changes fate, he is not wrong, knowledge changes my fate, so, don't look for it, happy harvest sacrifice, old man." ”

"Ah...... Ah, yes! Happy Harvest Festival! Excellency! The old man stood up, and he watched the middle-aged man walk up the stairs, and finally understood why he said that he had run in the fields when he was young.

It must be a transcendent who graduated from the transcendent apprenticeship of the Goddess of Harvest Church.

Thinking of this, the old man happily put away the money, put the money in his wallet, the smile disappeared from the old man's face, he sat down in his place, spread out the newspaper, and continued to read it.

Then he started laughing, because the joke in the joke column of the newspaper was really funny, and he laughed a lot.

Is...... It's so interesting.

……………… The middle-aged man walked up to the top floor, followed the stairs to a small door, opened the door with the key, entered the room, and gently closed the door.

The muscles of his face twitched, and soon, a young, very different face took the place of the previous middle-aged man, and the young man put down the suitcase, and the small box opened automatically, revealing the bottles and the countdown device inside.

The young man took an ivory cloak from the compartment of the box, and replaced it with his trench coat, then the thick cloth shoes for the leather shoes, and the leggings for the wide wide-legged trousers that had been before.

Wrapping a pair of arm guards over his arms, he pushed open the window and saw the little policeman and the substitute who was hobbling through the crowd.

The young man smiled and flipped over his palm, the slender blade popping out of the armguard, and the silver-white blade was full of blessed demon-breaking patterns.

Talking to himself as he reclaimed the blade, the young man raised his hands and pulled up his cloak to cover his head.

The little policeman stopped the deputy, and the young man climbed out of the window and onto the rooftop.

"May the gods forgive your family for the wrongs they have committed."

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, he was whispering.

"And I'...... will send you to meet them. ”