Chapter 301: Faith in "Mercy" (Asking for a Monthly Pass)

In fact, it is inappropriate to use the word "escape" to describe Isamu Ginmori's departure from the martial arts hall. Although Chen Yi verbally restricted him from leaving the martial arts hall and controlled that he had no more than three konjacs, but other than that, Yin Sen Yong came and went freely in the martial arts hall.

If it weren't for the fact that the status of the prisoner would hinder the dignity of the knight, Yin Mori Yong would probably choose to stay in Jiangning for a while. Hot baths at all times, delicious vegetables and cereals, and cozy g-shops...... women dancing on "TV" are all very good-looking, and even more so when you take them naked......

Yin Mori Yong didn't consciously leave the martial arts hall, he just got up in the morning, felt hungry, and went to the cafeteria where he usually ate, but he didn't know why it didn't open - the weekend was the rest day of the martial arts hall, except for a few students, most of the locals in Jiangning went home, so the canteen didn't open until noon.

The higher the knight's level, the more he ate, and Yin Mori didn't want to offend his stomach, so he turned out of the backyard to forage for food, smelled the fragrance and found a breakfast stall, and after eating 60 buns and 20 fritters, he poured three bowls of soy milk in one go, and then had a comfortable burp.

The air in the early morning is very good, and the enterprises in Jiangbei have been suspended for a long time, but the big trees planted that year have grown, and the scenery is good.

Now that he has come out, Isamu Gin Mori is not ready to go back.

He twisted his neck comfortably, prepared a mount, and went to a farther place to see, with his status, it was still easy to be a city-state knight.

The proprietress came out to set up a stall every morning, skillfully cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and said with a smile when she saw the appearance of Yin Sen Yong: "You are a student of the martial arts hall in front, the young people now are really powerful, and they can eat more than ten or twenty fritters at every turn." A fritter costs 5 máo, 20 is 10 yuan, 6 steamed buns are 18 yuan, plus 3 bowls of soy milk for two yuan, 30 yuan for a máo money, count you 30 yuan. ”

The worker sitting at the other table smiled: "The boss lady has a really good business. ”

"There are thousands of people in the martial arts hall, it's better than before." The proprietress generously admitted that when there was no martial arts hall in the past, selling 500 yuan a day was considered a good business, but now on ordinary days, 1,000 yuan can't be beaten, and there is more than one person who can eat 30 yuan for breakfast. “

Isamu Gin Mori didn't understand the proprietress of the words, but words such as "block" did.

You have to pay the bill after eating

Isamu Gin Mori knew this rule, but he really forgot it. Whether it's in the Mara city-state or in the martial arts hall, how can there be a time to pay for food......

He had only 2 strings of copper coins with him...... Yong Yinmori slapped it all on the table at once, and then saw whether the proprietress nodded or shook her head.

The copper coins in the West Continent are very large, a 50-gram one, a full scale of 1 two, a string of 10 is a catty, and two strings of copper are worth seven or eight yuan, but if you use the price of scrap iron, it is not enough.

"Oh, this ...... It's the first time I've seen you. The proprietress smiled, handed over the work of frying fritters to her niece, took out a pen and paper from the simple book, and said with a smile: "It's okay if you don't bring money, you martial arts students, many people don't like to bring money when they go out to run and exercise in the morning, and when they want to go back, they feel hungry, so they come to my aunt and me to hang the account." You write down your phase and name in the martial arts hall, just send it over when you're done, and come back to eat in the future, and you can also hang the bill. ”

The most afraid of doing a small business is that the public family will hang the account, but the least afraid is the ordinary person who will hang the account. If you can eat 60 buns and 20 fritters, it's like carrying a martial arts ID card.

But Isamu Gin Mori can't write, and he doesn't know what the other party is talking about.

Pointing to the copper coin again, Yin Mori Yong was very depressed, not to mention eating some grain buns, this money is enough to buy a piece of land.

The boss of the breakfast stall did not recognize the copper coin, and the son of the proprietress urged: "Say something." ”

The boss's family talked nonsense, and Yinmori Yong hesitated and took out the konjac. The temple beliefs in the Western Continent are similar to those of San Chio, but the one faith that Yin Mori adheres to is somewhat different from the six beliefs of San Chio - "mercy".

In other words, as long as there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, Isamu Gin Mori has to take into account the needs of the vulnerable people he is facing, so it is not okay to turn around and leave.

In fact, most of the knights who have not yet reached the level of magic are clean and self-conscious, especially in the details of small things. Because they don't know what kind of trials will await them in the days to come, whether they can really guarantee justice, humility and humility, and whether they will be faithful to the temple...... If you take it for granted that you only keep one precept and ignore the others, then in the next few years, just one mistake will make all your efforts to become a magic knight go to naught.

On the other hand, if you can keep a few more beliefs before becoming a god knight, then when you pray for magic arts, there is always a little more possibility, and once you succeed, your strength will be stronger......

Yinmori ate the konjac in two bites before he explained, "I didn't bring any money. ”

"Hey, I thought you ...... What. Just guess it. The proprietress swallowed the word dumb, and said with a smile on her face: "It's okay to hang the account, register it in the notebook." ”

The lowest-level konjac is illiterate, and Yinsen Yong thought about it for a moment and said, "Are there any greedy and cruel people here?" ”

It has never been against the rules of knighthood to rob the rich and give to the poor.

The proprietress was stunned for a moment and said, "Does the factory director count?" ”

"Oh, where is he?" Isamu Ginmori's eyes lit up, but in the eyes of others, it was a little terrifying.

"I've heard about immigration to Australia."

"Not the city-state?"

The proprietress said stupidly: "It's not this city." ”

Yinmori Yong said with a hopeful face: "Then where are there such bandits? ”

The boss's family can see that there is a problem with this brain. The son muttered beside him: "The 'golden yù full hall' in the city is greedy enough, the diamonds sold are shoddy, and the diamonds are sold as diamonds, you have to have the ability to go." ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense...... "The proprietress hurriedly stopped, people who eat a lot of salt know that instigation is not a good thing......

"What is Jin Yù Mantang?"

"It's a gold shop."

"What was that like?"

The boss's son pointed to a "Zhou Zhoufu" not far behind him who was about to go out of business, and said, "A store specializing in jewelry." ”

"Wait a minute." Ginzon flew away bravely, leaving no feather máo behind.

Mercy is not justice, and it is the same if he pays later.

The proprietress didn't stop Yin Mori Yong anymore, and only complained to her son when he walked away: "30 yuan is a pity, but you have to be careful when you speak, is it easy to mess with Jin Yù full of halls?" Didn't you go and make trouble? ”

Didn't he ask who was greedy? Jin yù Mantang is not greedy? The son retorted unwillingly, saying, "It's easy for me to buy a diamond." ”

"Let you be greedy for cheap, and pay 4% off jewelry."

As soon as the students of the martial arts hall came to eat, the boss's family immediately shut up.

It was hard to make breakfast, and it was so busy that it was noon, and several people almost forgot about the strange people in the morning, but Isamu Ginmori returned at this time.

He didn't know how to read, and he ate another konjac on the way before he asked Jin Yimantang, who at the moment wrapped a dress of money, diamonds, and gold jewelry, spread it out on the greasy plastic table, pointed to the proprietress and pointed to the bag, and motioned for them to take it casually.

Where do normal people dare to take it. I don't know how much a diamond is worth just that shimmers.

"Little brother, you go quickly, in a while, we will call the police. Small business......" the proprietress babbled.

Isamu Gin Mori had to do something of faith, so he grabbed a handful of money and jewelry, forcibly put it in the hands of the proprietress, and rode away. The car was snatched from a man who insulted him, and according to his philosophy, the commoner insulted the knight, and it was considered mercy not to deprive him of his life, and as for justice, he had long since lost sight of it.

Although this two-wheeled car is not as agile as the mount, if it pedals fast enough, it is still faster than those fat cars.

Yes, when Isamu Ginmori pedaled hard and desperately, this ordinary bicycle immediately turned into a human-powered motorcycle, protruding left and right, leaving cars behind.

The bicycle made a "click" protest sound, but it could only run faster and faster, and actually overtook two Mercedes Benzes, and instantly blocked the fast lane.

"Huh?" The people in the car shouted in surprise, patted the front seat, and said, "Follow him, don't overtake." ”

"Yes."

"Master, we're going to the celebration." It was the black-faced young monk who appeared that day who spoke.

"I know." The monk stared intently at the bicycle in front of him.

"Master, what's wrong?" Another of his apprentices asked while sitting in the passenger seat.

"Oh, look, he's riding a normal bike?"

The black-clothed monk who was not worthy of the name looked at it with wide eyes for a while, and said, "It seems to be yes, modified car?" ”

Ruding shook his head and said, "This person has mastered the true meaning of mana, and the bicycle has mana flowing everywhere." ”

"Mana?" His two apprentices were shocked, and Qingjing finally put away his contempt for the world, and said carefully: "Among the masters, it seems that only you and Master Bo have practiced mana. ”

"48-year-old Fang Cheng, your ancestor praised me as a genius who has not met in a century."

"That ......"

"I called Mayor Fang's secretary and said that we were delayed halfway."

"Yes." In the pure dial room, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, can you attach mana to the bicycle?" ”

"Who's going to do that?" Ruding smiled bitterly: "Even a little mana needs to be recited for a few days to get it, like him, you have to spend years of hard work......"

Isamu Gin Mori didn't notice the car that was following him behind him, and he was putting in more and more effort and fighting spirit in order to maintain a relatively stable speed.

The air around him seemed to have turned into molten iron, and he was desperately pressed over, and after a while, Yin Mori Yong sweated like rain, and Tuǐ was also like being pressed under the feet of an elephant beast, and it was difficult to move.

A police car flashed over, and the policeman inside shook his head and tailed to signal Yinmori to pull over, of course the proud knight would not obey the orders of civilians, but he really couldn't ride.

The pressure around him had multiplied and was already making it difficult for him to breathe.

"What kind of prohibition is this?" Ginmori had the courage to gasp and drop his bike and stand in the fast lane.

There was a terrible sound of brakes behind him.

"Stop." If you want to get out of the car now, you can get a chance to behave in front of this person.

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