Liu Ci used the excuse of going back to the house to move wine, but in fact, he just took out the wine stored in the bamboo tube from the space. She was afraid that old Connie would not be able to drink the spirits, and she reluctantly took out the mountain wine made in the Moroch Mountains.

Only the plants that have grown up by the spiritual spring can be included in the lotus pond space, Liu Ci has made many barrels of different sizes with old bamboo for storage, she left most of the inventory to the wolf god when she went out of the mountain, and the mountain wine she carried with her was really not much, and at this time she was hunted down by the Holy See, if she could not find a place to settle down and could not plant, she would not be able to get the raw materials for winemaking, and the day of replenishing the inventory seemed to be far away.

The smallest bamboo tube was chosen, the wooden cork was removed, and a third of the full tube of wine was volatilized, although the total amount was reduced, the color and aroma were more pure.

The amber liquor, the slight sour taste of mountain grapes, and the taste of the glass of wine in front of him was beyond his expectations, even from the wines made by the famous wineries on the mainland. If you have to find some shortcomings, it is just a lack of years compared to the treasures of famous wineries.

Besides, the taste is not the most important point, but ...... Old Connie couldn't help but praise "good".

Liu Ci suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. She wanted to refill the cup for old Connie again, but the other party waved his hand to stop it, "No matter how good things are, you can't drink them all at once, people always have to leave some room for themselves, so that they will have greater blessings." ”

A particularly simple sentence, which came from the mouth of old Connie, had no meaning, Liu Ci was just distracted, and when she woke up, the other party had already left the courtyard.

Old Connie was elusive, and Liu Ci was not a very cowardly person, so he let him come and go as he pleased, and when he cleaned up the tableware and saw that it was dark, she didn't even bother to look for candles, so she went to her room to meditate and practice.

On this night, the atmosphere of Douala City was serious, and the city lord did not know what kind of murderer the Holy See was going to catch, but the villain killed a big nobleman in broad daylight in Douala City, and the rabbit died and the fox was sad, although the rights of the city lord of Douala City in the diocese of the Holy Land Port were suppressed very low, the city lord still discussed with the adjutants for a long time.

The Priest of Light stationed in the city of Douala also failed to sleep, the knights of light and the monks in black were dispatched, and if Liu Ci could not be caught in the city, it would be difficult for the priests of light in Douala City to explain to the Pope. The reason why the priest couldn't sleep was also that the knights of light and the black-clad monks from the Holy Land Harbor obviously would not accept the command of him, the priest of light in the city of Douala, and the two sides could not exchange information in time now, and the priest thought that it would be very detrimental to the arrest operation - no matter what, tomorrow morning, he must solve this primary problem.

In addition to these people, there are many others who can't sleep...... The Knights of Light, the tailor shop owners, some timid city dwellers, and the black-clad monks who barely sleep.

More than a dozen black-clad monks sit cross-legged on the floor, the largest church in the city. In the middle of the night, no believers came to pray, and the black-clad monks temporarily occupied the place. The cold marble floor allows them to keep their minds clear, they are ascetics, but not gods, and everyone will also feel sleepy at a certain moment, but the main point of their cultivation is to overcome people's instinctive desires.

Only in the middle of the night when no one is there, most of the city falls asleep, and there are no pedestrians or livestock on the streets. The complex mixed aura of the day will gradually dissipate between heaven and earth, and Liu Ci's vitality that is different from ordinary people will be revealed, and they will soon be able to find her.

The church bell struck three times, and at three o'clock in the evening, the dew wet the robes of the black-clothed monks, and when the bell stopped suddenly, they opened their eyes together: "Found it." ”

More than a dozen monks stood up together, yes, although intermittently, but they did notice the traces left by Liu Ci.

Just across the street from the farmer's market, the atmosphere is finally back in the air. Intermittently, a dozen monks fell silent, speeding through the streets of Douala.

They eventually came to a street that said it was not big or small. The other clergy would have recognized the place at a glance, but the black-clad monks had been claustrophobic for many years, and they had no memory of this famous street within the Holy See.

Even if they have an impression, they probably won't have any scruples, after all, Liu Ci's aura does stop at the entrance of this street. The streets are hundreds of meters long and lined with countless shops, and one perhaps inconspicuous shop hides their cunning rival.

The black-clad monks acted directly, and they guarded the streets and the end of the street, and the remaining monks began to knock on the door. Woken up from sleep, no one could laugh happily, the shopkeepers complained with sleepiness, and most of them shut up after seeing the black pressure coming.

The black-clad monks did not say much, but went straight into the shop to search, they did not know the worldly things, and from time to time caused the women who were undressed and sleeping to scream.

The shopkeepers all complained bitterly, but they wanted to appease the frightened women and apologize to the monks on their behalf. Of course, there are also shopkeepers who don't give face to the black-clothed monks at all, and there are very few shopkeepers with such a strong attitude, and Old Connie is definitely a rare exception.

"Get out!"

The black-clothed monk knocked on the door, only to get the word.

The two monks glanced at each other, their fists were like hammers, and they smashed down side by side, and the wooden door made of good nanmu shattered into a big hole. The two black-clothed monks pushed harder, and the entire door panel fell inside.

They walked inside, and the unlit shop was dark, and when the two monks entered, there was an earth-shattering cough from the innermost part.

Then they were hit in the chest by an invisible force and threw out of the store.

Several monks quickly surrounded them, and their two companions were lying prone facing the ground, there was not even the slightest external injury under the black robe, but the internal organs had been shattered, and they were lying on the ground with more breath and less breath.

"Let the priests of light in the city come and heal, you stay here, and I will return to the Holy Land Port quickly."

In the city of Douala there is also a peerless powerhouse who can beat an ascetic half to death with a single punch, and such a figure cannot be won by a large number of people.

The monk had already determined that Liu Ciding was hiding in this shop, and it seemed that she was relying on the unknown powerhouse.

The black-clad monk left, and the priest of light hurried in. The priest didn't bother to speak, a long string of incantations, and the olive wood hallows on his chest glowed softly white. White light enveloped the wounded monks on the ground, gluing their shattered entrails together. It was not until the severe internal wounds ceased to bleed that the priest stopped. It has never been easier to repair than to destroy, such a serious injury has consumed a lot of mana for the priest, and his face is a little pale, which is not obvious in the faint morning light.

"Hey, this is Old Mr. Connie's shop, how could the monks have a conflict with him?"

The healing technique in light magic is not omnipotent, and such a serious physical injury will take at least two or three treatments before it will be completely healed, and the injuries of the two monks will be brought under control, and the light priest will have the strength to start paying attention to the cause of the incident.

"You know him? The object of His Majesty's pursuit may be hidden by him, denying us entry, and, again, hurting people. ”

The black-clothed monks were not accustomed to communicating with people, but the Priest of Light still understood, and his expression couldn't help but become serious.

"Old Mr. Connie is famous in the city of Douala, and although no one has seen him make a move, and it is unknown what year he began to settle here, he did live long enough......"

The lifespan of human beings is very short, and only the strong will get it long enough. The Priest of Light was saying that Old Connie was a strong man, and the black-clad monks agreed—those who disapproved were lying on the ground unawakened, and they could not believe it.

The orange-red morning sun shows itself on the horizon in the distance, and the light sky has a warm orange yellow, and the cold of the early morning will slowly fade, and soon Douala will usher in a lively morning.

None of the priests of light and the black-clad monks moved, nor did the shops along the street.

The small courtyard where Liu Ci was hiding was only one street away from them, but everyone's eyes were attracted by Old Connie's shop with broken door panels, but no one noticed Liu Ci.

The small courtyard where she was hiding was not a deserted place in itself.

Inside the Temple of Light, the Pope is woken up.

After the black-clothed monk finished speaking succinctly about the strangeness in Old Connie's shop, the Pope couldn't help but look strange and said, "How did you go somewhere?" ”

Just go, how can you fight against old Connie?

The Pope originally wanted the black-clothed monks to withdraw quickly, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but he remembered Old Connie's attitude towards Liu Ci. His words became, "Get out of the street and don't alarm old Connie again, but keep an eye on everyone who comes out of that street." ”

The Pope knows what his decision represents.

Even if he was just watching from afar, Old Connie definitely knew the purpose of the black-clothed monks, and no one knew the old man's strength better than him. But as he had rejected what old Connie had said, Yu Gong, that was the supremacy of doctrine, and he had to take the interests of the Holy See as his own interests; In private, he is no longer the young man who needed to be taught by Connie Sr., who is in his twilight years, but he has been in charge of the Holy See for at least nearly a hundred years, and it is time to make his own decisions.

When the black-clad monk returned to Douala, it was finally dawning. The monks and priests left quietly, and several shopkeepers poked their heads to check on them, but they still did not close their business under the impetus of the gold coins.

Connie Sr. didn't open a store.

The clerk he invited was also startled when he came to the store, and Connie Sr. said that he was going to repair the door of the store and drove away the guy, and he nested in the backyard again.

Even if he didn't use his mental power, he could know which black-clothed monks had not gone far, they had always followed the Pope's orders directly, and it was obvious that His Majesty the Pope, who held the supreme power, no longer intended to compromise for his old fellow...... This is how he taught the Pope in the early years how to be a successful leader, and now it seems that His Majesty the Pope has learned very well.

But old Connie is not very satisfied, this time is different from the past, he used to think that life is coming, but now it seems to have vitality again. A dying man will always look down on power, but he may not die now.

At the same time that old Connie disappeared into his room, not daring to delay for a moment, Poseidon, who had been hurrying day and night, finally came to the gate of the city of Douala, which was under siege, with his face covered in dust after galloping for three days and three nights.

He didn't know that Liu Ci was in the city separated by a wall, but when he went to the Holy Land Port, the city of Douala was a must.

Seeing that the city gate was tight, Poseidon frowned.