The church's chapel is not large, with only two rows of seats and a pulpit. There were no statues, only a cloud of heavenly light cast from the skylight and reflected behind the pulpit. The god of light is a god without a statue, and there is only an image sign of drawing in each temple, and there is no specific image of the god.

The monkey-like old priest was sitting on the seat behind the pulpit at the moment, the sacred position that should have been sitting upright, but at this moment the old priest did not look holy at all, he leaned on the seat, holding a book in both hands and pretending, not shaking his head, as if he had read some new chapter that made him noble. It's a pity that his legs on the pulpit ruined his appearance.

Next to the old priest stood two mighty and tall young men. Both young men were in their mid-twenties, with bodies as muscular as bears and faces as tough as stones. Both were dressed in white and blue-rimmed jumpsuits and white trousers. The upper body is a small shawl, the shawl is a V-shaped double stacked lapel, the front half of the collar is raised, and the neckline is turned out. At the waist is a wide belt of the standard type, and the buckle of the belt is the emblem of the god of light. Both of them wore long, half-fingered leather gloves on their hands, and delicate calfskin riding boots on their feet.

Compared to the appearance of the old priest's cheeks with loose and wrinkled cheeks, these two young men seemed to be more representative of the image of the Temple of Light, tall and powerful, which is exactly the image that the knights of the temple showed to the world.

At this moment, two tall and mighty knights stood respectfully next to the old priest, watching the old man make a poor and sour portrait of a literati.

"Alas, look, I've cleaned the yard too, and I've put up a wanted notice, and I've put up a wanted notice, and you've tossed all the old bones! Can't you let my old man go?" The old priest felt bored for a long time, and put down his feet on the pulpit, and his body still looked paralyzed.

"My lord, the teacher ordered us to report to you first! Everything is under your instructions!" replied respectfully to the blond young man at the head.

"Wharth, don't play tricks on me, if Ivanets really said this, I'll eat this table. The old god snorted and pointed to the lectern, which was a large wooden platform two meters long and one meter wide. The Ivanets in his mouth was Wenth's teacher, one of the saints of the Temple of Light, "If you want me to say that you shouldn't care about this! The artifact blueprint was really stolen by the Knights of the Holy Sword? I don't think so! I really have the ability to play tricks on the head of the Knights of the Holy Sword! Is this something Nick* or Thomas did? I just watched those two things unpleasantly back then, and I really have the ability, and I even dare to take out my family background and lose!" The old man said as he became angry, threw the book on the pulpit, and then wanted to get up and stand up.

The two knights next to him awkwardly lowered their hands to listen to the training, originally these two people were high-level knights who held the army, and they usually wanted to train whom, and which one they wanted to practice. At this moment, in front of the little old man, he was as atmospheric as a good cat, and he didn't dare to say a word. The people mentioned just now are all big people they don't dare to touch, the old man can scold, but the two of them don't dare.

I don't know what came to mind, the old man suddenly waved his hand like a deflated ball: "Forget it, forget it! It's my business! What do you like!"

"Your Excellency......" The brown-haired young man was anxious, if this old man didn't make a move, the two of them would not be Marcel's opponents at all. I'm afraid that the two of them together are not enough for Marcel to hook his hands.

Before he could say anything, the old man waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to say anything. The brown-haired young man wanted to say something more, but Watz held his shoulder with one hand, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Watz slowly shaking his head at him.

The two didn't dare to speak, and looked at the old man silently. The old priest seemed to fall into memory, his eyes were a little foggy, and he slowly asked after a while: "Hua Sizai, tell me, who else is there in the Holy Sword Knights?"

Wence hesitated for a moment and replied, "Lord Solan judged himself on the spot and showed his innocence by dying!" After speaking, he looked at the old man, and found that the old man looked like "you say I listen", so he continued, "Lord Withinbrady was killed in battle, and the four knight captains were killed in battle, and Lord Wensi, Lord Ganmi, and Lord Kaimir are missing. Of the twelve auxiliary sacrifices, half are missing. Master Marcel is one of the six great priests who have disappeared. ”

After speaking, Watz smiled bitterly and said, "The two of us are in charge of searching for Lord Marcel!"

After hearing this, the old man was silent for a long time, and said: "If you don't dislike it, you will live here for a few months, and the food and drink will not be as good as your knights, and you will not die of hunger." Stay for a few months, and then go back to the Holy City!"

Wentz hesitated for a moment, remembered the teacher's request, and replied, "Yes!

The brown-haired young man couldn't help it: "My lord, we have a task in our bodies, if we can't complete it......" Before he finished speaking, he was waved by the old man and signaled that there was no need to say more.

"Little one, you have a good heart! better than Wenss, a wood who only knows how to obey. Well...... What's your name?" asked the old man, who had just reported his name not long ago, with a look of course.

"My name, my name is Milu!" the brown-haired young man said his name again with a smile.

"Hmm...... I remember, it's just to test your memory!"Test your memory? What the hell is this? Use your name to test your memory? Can anyone forget their own name? Milu couldn't laugh or cry a little.

With the identity of this old man, let alone let him repeat his name, it is a matter of course to report it a hundred times. Can't you just say you didn't pay attention? As for such a scoundrel?

"Milu, have you seen Marcel's file before you come out?" asked the old man with a look of leaning on the old and selling the old. This tone of talking about the truth made the two young men realize that the old man wanted to point out something, and they couldn't help but look solemn.

"Yes, sir. "The people of the Temple of Light, each of them has a corresponding file, and a high-level figure like Marcel has a separate file that fills a small cabinet.

"I must not have looked closely, if Marcel wants to hide, let alone the two of you, even me, I will not be able to catch his tail!" the old man continued with a meaningful look at the two young men, "The nickname 'Doom Pastoral' is not called for nothing. You've read all of Marcel's files, don't tell me you haven't found anything. ”

"My lord, we have looked at Marcel's previous volumes, and we have indeed found something strange, and his luck seems to be very good. Milu scratched his head and said," When he was a child, his house was plagued by locusts and was almost abandoned, but he was lucky to be brought back by the people of the Holy Franciscan Society of the Temple, and his family died in the famine, leaving him alone; when he was a young man, the selection of paladins was broken ribs, but the people who treated him found that he was a sacrificial seedling, and he was selected with him to join the Knights; he was attacked by robbers during the trial of joining the Knights of the Holy Sword, and his three competitors were killed by the robbers, and he almost died in the robbers' den, but in the dungeon where he was imprisoned in the remote mountain village, he found the relics of the saints......" Milu said as he recalled the scrolls he had seen, which seemed inconspicuous on their own, but once they were connected, they would reveal that Marcel had a lucky event that happened by coincidence.

Once or twice is a coincidence, and eight times out of ten is certainly not a coincidence, right?

"It's not good luck, his luck has always been bad, you see which time he has had better luck? The problem is that when he is unlucky, his opponent is even worse than him, otherwise how can it be called 'Doom Pastoral'? He is unlucky, you are more unlucky than him! He wants to escape, you will never find him! Because you will be unlucky!" The old man said categorically, "I can't help it!"

The two young people were dumbfounded, they didn't expect Marcel to have such an ability, it was simply shameless. It's like playing cards, you have a bad hand in your own hand, it doesn't matter, as long as your opponent's cards are worse than you, you can win.

"Who is the person who asked you to arrest Marcel? I guess it's Nicholau?" the old man glanced at the two young men with a slanted eye, "Except for me, Nicholas knows Marcel's bottom, the ready-made pit, and he will pit you two at once! If you hadn't had a good teacher, you wouldn't know how to die if you were killed by the pit now!" The old man picked up the book from the pulpit and fell with hatred. I don't know if Ivanets is angry for himself to find trouble, or angry that Nikolo is not authentic.