"Pastor Monroe?"

The man asked, surprised, as if he had never expected to meet a priest from Rosada.

Monroe smiled awkwardly, the street was full of taverns and prostitutes, and the priest of Rosada could not marry, but he did not need to be chaste, but he rarely needed money in exchange for this service - many girls or women were willing to have a little affair with the priest of Rosada, and if a priest of Rosada went to summon a prostitute, he was undoubtedly telling everyone that he had lost the charm of convincing women.

Such a priest would not only be ridiculed by the crowd, but also despised by his peers, and perhaps suspected of not being religious enough for his faith in Rosada.

Monroe made vague excuses, such as coming to give free medical treatment to a poor prostitute or to preach doctrine to the drunkards, and the man didn't listen to what he was saying, and he grabbed the vain arm of the priest and led him into a tavern.

He raised his hand with a gold coin between his fingers, and the tavern owner immediately pushed away the people around him and ran over: "Sir," he bowed, "What do you want, honorable sir?"

"Blood wine, honey wine," said the man, "and give us a large plate of roast lamb or beef, as soon as possible." ”

Monroe's eyes were fixed on the gold coin, and the priest couldn't help but look sorry for it when it disappeared into the boss's hand: "There is not so much wine and meat to use. ”

"If you talk about gold," said the man gently, "I have a lot of them." He threw out a heavy bag, and the crisp thud made Monroe take a deep breath, as if he could smell the pleasant smell of metal.

"Excuse me...... Excuse me," he stammered, "who are you?" and he suspected that there was another priest named Monroe, who happened to be the wrong person, otherwise how could such an incompetent fellow as he be worthy of wine and meat for a gold coin?

"I'm Demon, Adel's brother. Demont said, his eyes shining in the shadow of his hood: "I just wanted to ask how my brother is doing in the sanctuary, because I can't go in and see him." ”

"Oh," Monroe nodded in disappointment, a little reluctant to hear Adele's name.

Wine and roast lamb were served, the mead was very sweet and pure, the tavern owner saw that the gold coin did not send a fake mixture of sugar and cider, the lamb with hooves, indicating that it was not pretended to be a cat or a dog, Monroe had not tasted such a delicacy for a long time, he took a big sip of the wooden cup, and then eagerly inserted his fingers into the still sizzling mutton, the strips of meat with skin made him grin, but he did not have the slightest idea of waiting, what a sweet and tender roast meat, with the peculiar smell of mutton, sprinkled with black pepper and red pepper powder, and every bite had a rich fat flowing into his throat。

Monroe made up his mind that whatever Adelle's brother wanted to ask, he would think slowly and answer slowly, and he would have to drag out the time until he couldn't eat anymore.

The mage named Demon didn't seem to be in a hurry, he leisurely drank a cup of honey tea, and asked very simple questions, and there was nothing that could not be known to outsiders, such as Adelle's recent health, where he had memorized his holy scriptures, or how many carols he had already sung.

After drinking the fifth cup of honey and eating the roasted lamb, Monroe couldn't help but ask a stupid question: "Why don't you ask your brother? He knows the answers to these questions much better than I do." ”

"He wouldn't say," the master gestured, "maybe a little shy, or something else, because he didn't think his faith was religious enough, so he refused to give any information about it." ”

"Faith?"

"Oh, my father was ready to make him senior pastor in five years. The mage said lightly.

But for Monroe, even a thunderbolt on the head wouldn't have shocked him any more: "Senior Pastor!" he jerked to his feet, his bulging belly toppling the wooden table, the crumbs of mutton being spilled everywhere, and the wooden cup flying out and overturning over a mercenary, without Monroe noticing.

"Senior Pastor!" he repeated: "He is only nineteen years old, and in five years he will be twenty-four!"

"Rosada likes young people. Demon said.

Monro wanted to say something, but the mercenary who had been splashed with honey had already walked up and slapped the priest on the back with his own scabbard - a polite gesture, and Monro came out with a black cloak that covered the white robe that belonged to the priest, and if there was no mage sitting beside him, it might not have been the scabbard but the greatsword that would have been used to strike him.

"Apologies for my friend," said the mage duly, again tossing a gold coin to the tavernkeeper who was busy cleaning up, "and invite everyone to drink, this drunken gentleman and a plate of lamb. ”

Everyone cheered, and the mercenary looked the mage up and down, retracted his scabbard, and returned to his place.

Monroe realized that he had caused trouble, and the priest of Rosada sat back in his chair in despair, the meat he had just eaten churning in his stomach as if he were still alive.

He knew he had no hope of becoming a senior pastor, and if he could, he would have been in that position ten years ago, but he couldn't help but feel jealous, Adelle, this kid who was loved by the teachers, young, beautiful, charismatic, and the girls were circling around him, and he would be the senior pastor in five years!

It was so unfair, Monroe gritted his teeth, his eyes were hot and wet, he thought it was wine spilled inside, and when he wiped it with his fingers, he realized that it was tears.

A new honey wine was served, and it was so sweet, so sweet that it was bitter.

"I'm sorry to surprise you," he heard Adelle's brother say, "I thought it was well known—especially in the sanctuary of Rosada." ”

"No, I don't know. When he said this, Monroe's heart felt like something was tugging at him. "Well, it's a foregone conclusion. ”

"There should be no more surprises," said Demont, "and my father doted on his son, and looked him as heavy as an eyeball. ”

Monroe swallowed, trying to make his voice less dry: "So...... So," he sniffled, "he's pretty lucky." ”

The mage sighed, "Yes, he's lucky. ”

Monroe couldn't remember how much he drank after this, and he wanted to forget everything, the wrinkled prostitute, the Adelle, the sanctuary, Rosada, all of them.

"At least tonight......" he sobbed, and soon the priest found himself lying in the clouds, which he attributed to the mead, which had a rich fragrance, and soft arms, wiping his forehead with cold silks—Monroe's eyes snapped open, and he had not been lying on the dirty, damp street as he had been, and he saw a rosy silk curtain, cascading on top of his head, and in the middle was a pink fluorite set in a silver tray, sending an ambiguous light to the whole room. The walls are covered with cedar wood, and silk carpets hang - the floor is covered with bearskin and sheepskin, and fresh fragrant pea flowers are sprinkled everywhere.

"Where am I?" he asked, he had to say, the room he knew well.

"Flo's Temple. A sweet voice sounded behind him, and Monroe realized that he was not lying on a cloud, but on a young woman's full, bouncy breasts.

Poor Monroe crawled to his feet, almost in a panic, "The god of the morning light is above," he cried, "I only have two silver coins!" Although according to Flo's teachings, only one silver coin is needed for each pleasure seeker, but as long as you are a man, you know that without expensive little gifts and other rewards, Flo's prostitutes will not look at you.

His voice stopped at the sight of the woman—she was so beautiful, her skin was like glittering alabaster, her long golden-brown hair was raised high and interspersed with vermilion fragrant pea flowers and carved brown combs, her neck was like a swan, her slender limbs were like fawns or horses, her eyes were round and large amber, and her blue tails were seductively raised so high that they barely sank into her temples.

Where he thought it was a cloud, and her buttocks, it was so full, smooth, and flawless.

Yes, she was naked, but hung a thin gold chain around her waist, and from the gold chain hung a bell of pure gold, inlaid with precious stones, the size of a hazelnut.

"Come on," she pouted cutely, "don't worry, good man, your friend has already given you a small gift." She teasingly flicked the bell on her waist: "Tonight I belong to you, little fool." ”

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