The world of purgatory, the human area.

Holy City.

Slum.

Barton walked barefoot, dressed in a sackcloth full of holes, step by step.

The streets were bustling with people, vendors hawking their wares, coachmen waving their whips, and aristocrats laughing and talking with each other in the carriages.

The doors of the shops next to the street opened, and the bright yellow lights poured down, making everything seem like a huge dream.

The aroma of food came out and kept wafting into Barton's nose.

"Gollum. Barton couldn't help but clutch his stomach.

He was so hungry, really hungry.

It's a pity that Barton doesn't even have a copper plate on him.

"Hmm...... Damn it. Barton looked at the roast goose in the store, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips gently.

He wanted to rush in and grab the roast goose and eat it in a big gulp, but he couldn't, and he didn't dare.

Barton looked around, and finally, the glimmer in his eyes dimmed.

Everything in this city is so prosperous, but unfortunately, everything in this prosperity does not belong to him, and it has nothing to do with him.

He, Patton, was just a hard-working man in the slums, he was poor, he was hungry, but he couldn't do anything about it.

A knight on patrol saw it and strode over, with a cold face and a frown, and shouted at him.

With a respectful smile on his face, Barton quickly bent down, ignoring the patrol knight's insulting words, and only smiling flatteringly.

"Get out!" the patrol knight spat and turned away.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll leave right away!"

Barton nodded and said.

He stood up, straightened up, and finally took a deep look at the bustling scene in front of him before turning and walking into the slum.

The slums are low, dilapidated buildings, potholed roads, sewage flows, and the air smells strange and indescribable.

It's a different world from the outside.

Barton returned, and had barely taken a few steps when a figure came running over.

"Hume?"

Barton was stunned, this person he knew, a good friend of his.

"Hey, Barton, come here, I'll tell you a good thing. ”

Hughmore put his hand on Patton's shoulder, smiling.

He approached Barton, lowered his voice, and said, "Have you heard, recently in our slums, there is a mysterious man called the noble, and that lord is preaching something, and is even said to be teaching us some great skills!"

Humo's voice sounded excited.

The noble Mystery?

Awesome skills?

Barton was stunned, he was pulled by Humore, and subconsciously ran forward.

Soon, the scene ahead appeared, it was a high platform, on which stood a handsome man in a white and gold robe, and below him were a large number of poor people looking at him with feverish expressions.

If Morin was here, he would know who this man was, he was the Jefferson who had worked with Morin to get Morin to get the Necromantic Black Air.

Jefferson is dead.

Well, therefore, to be more accurate, the man in front of him is the wizard who robbed Jefferson's body, Larin.

He showed up in the ghetto.

Larin raised his arm, a look of frenzy on his face, as if he was shouting something, and his voice echoed in the distance.

"Why are the people outside rich in food and clothing, why are the people outside enjoying a happy life, why do they have a warm home, a beautiful wife, a burning fireplace, delicate riding boots, and a roast goose that exuds fragrance?"

"Why!!"

"Why are they and not us?"

"No, those things should be ours!"

"The world is unfair, and it is not fair that those people are living so well, and we still have to suffer from hardship and poverty!"

"We're going out, we're going to take out what belongs to us!"

Larin shouted hoarsely.

The people around were stunned, completely stunned.

After a moment of silence, the paupers became agitated.

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

"Those things out there also belong to us!"

The paupers looked fanatical and shouted with red faces.

Barton stood stunned.

He thought of what he had just seen in the affluent neighborhood outside.

Clean streets, bright shops, beautiful carriages, elegantly talkative aristocrats, and roast goose......

Yes, those things should also be his!

Barton swallowed, and at that moment, he felt a fire rise in his heart.

"That's right, that's right, that's right!"

Barton shouted with his fist raised.

There were many poor people like him, and soon all the poor people here gathered and shouted like crazy.

"Good. Larin looked at the scene and nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"In the absence of the Holy Lord, the entire human race is about to face the attack of the powerful Black Sawyer Half-Snake Man, and this is the time for us to gather strength and fish in troubled waters. ”

"I can't contact the nobles, because there are many strong people in the nobles, and they are really a force that is difficult to grasp, so I can only rely on these poor people. ”

"Relying on these ignorant fools, I can also slowly accumulate strength, and when the time comes, I can seek benefits. ”

"Although these poor people have no strength at all, they are very fanatical, very susceptible to demagoguery, and they are still very useful. ”

Larin looked at the poor people who were in a state of madness and confusion around him, and smiled, looking very holy and noble, but he couldn't help but think in his heart.

Yes, this situation is not easy now, there are attacks from foreign races outside, and the Holy Lord has disappeared inside, and other knights and nobles also have strange thoughts.

At this time, if you want to do something, no matter who you are, you will do it.

"It's a rare opportunity, but I finally took it!"

A smile slowly appeared on Larin's face.

He looked at the crazy paupers around him again, and yelled, "This is unfair!"

............

The carriage sparkled, and Krell sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, thinking about something.

He is a knight nobleman of the Holy Lord Sect, and for a period of time, Morin has taken Gray and them outside, and only Fei Lin and them and other Holy Lord nobles are there, so he has been extremely busy recently.

Originally, everything was fine, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen.

The Holy Lord is missing.

The Black Sawyer Serpents are about to invade in a big way.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

"Whew......" Krell exhaled and was about to get out of the car and go home.

But he suddenly realized that something was wrong, this was not his home, but in a remote aristocratic villa.

Krell didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and quietly clenched the cross sword at his waist, the energy aura in his body kept running, and he could send out a thunderous blow at any time.

"Alright, Krel, come down. ”

A faint man's voice suddenly sounded.

Krell was stunned, he was very familiar with this man's voice.

He thought for a moment, put down the cross sword, and walked out slowly.

"Atoya. ”

After getting out of the carriage, sure enough, Krell saw the familiar figure, Atoya, his companion who had fought to the death.

"Come in with me, Krel. Atoya said, he was a middle-aged man with a scar at the corner of his eye, and he looked very fierce, but at this time his face showed sincerity.

Krell thought for a moment, nodded, and followed Atoya to the noble villa in front of him.

There were many people in the villa, and Krell knew them, and like him, these people in front of him were all knights and nobles of the Holy Lord's faction.

Someone recognized Krell, nodded at him, and said, "Okay, now that the people are almost here, let's talk about the next plan." ”

"yes, it's time to think about doing something else. ”

As they spoke, Krell was shocked to find that these knight nobles of the Holy Lord Sect in front of him actually wanted to grab the position belonging to the Holy Lord.

No, it's not, it's more accurate to say that the knights here are the knights who were previously loyal to the Sage, and the careerists among the knights of the Holy Lord's faction.

"No, no, you ......"

Krel's face flushed, he gasped for breath and stood up at once.

"Krel, you can't deny that this is an opportunity, isn't it?"

Opportunity......

Holy Lord......

Knight noble......

Krell's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

After a long time, Krell reopened his eyes again.

I'm probably crazy......

He thought.

"You guys don't have a lot of things that are very reliable, but I'm different, I'm in the Sacred Palace, and I know a lot of things very well, okay, I'll tell you. ”

Krell sat back in his chair, he thought for a moment, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and said, "Next, let's do this......"