"I guess I saw it in the newspaper yesterday morning," Tarrant leaned his weight on his right arm, "and he's never going to see the sun outside of prison for the rest of his life." ”

"It is not too much to pay this price for his criminal deeds," Carold began, "and at first the public cry was to hang him in the square in front of the Hall of Shingrums." ”

"Oh?" Tallant wasn't in Siante at the time.

"The person he offended didn't agree to do that, do you remember that there was a cat among the petrified creatures?"

Tarrant recalled, there seemed to be such a thing, frightened, but the details were completely unclear, "What's wrong with that cat?"

"It is the pet of a very powerful nobleman, and he previously offered a reward of 2,000 gold coins for finding the cat, and I believe that this money has finally been settled on you. ”

Maybe there were 2,000 gold in those bounties, and Tarrant didn't ask the butler about the composition of those bounties, "So...... Wensley was locked up in Kamienra solely because of that cat?"

Suffice it to say, the nobleman contacted several of the Empire's bigwigs to veto the hanging of Wensley, hoping to see the mob and the warden of Kamienra give Wensley some care and keep him alive. ”

"This ......" Tarrant didn't know what to say, the shady curtain behind the verdict made him feel that the law was being held hostage by power and selfish desires, and although Wensley should have had this outcome, torture and suffering were not the purpose of humane law, he speculated, "Wensley might have preferred to die in the exhibition hall." ”

"This sentence has at least a deterrent effect on other crimes," Carrod said, scribbling his name on the paper with some ink, "so that others will not dare to do the same thing again." ”

Tarrant crossed his hands together, "You're right. ”

"This is a letter of assistance", Carrod took out his seal and stamped it in red on the paper, "to Donatello, sheriff of Wilsing", he placed the letter in the envelope and sealed it carefully.

"Thank you", Tarrant accessed the Spirit Pattern Bag.

"It's the people's luck to have adventurers like you, there are many things that the security forces can't interfere in, and can only rely on the assistance of the Sheltered Light, and it should be said that thanks to us who are sitting in the office", Carold sighed helplessly, "For example, Lovell, the security forces are powerless, and the elite troops are all drawn from the Royal Guard. ”

This is an indisputable fact, although the military composition of the empire is mainly composed of three parts: the royal guard, the army and the security army, but with the shift of the center of gravity, the excellent combat forces are concentrated in the royal guard, and the security army is just some mediocre soldiers, and even the smell of snake apricot powder cannot be distinguished in time.

The clock pointed to nine o'clock, and Tarrant's stomach let out a long "grunt," and he was so hungry that he stood up in embarrassment, "Sir, it's time for me to go." ”

Carold nodded, "Remember to come to me when you need help." ”

Walking out of the Hall of Truth, Tarrant looked at the Light of Shelter in the distance, he was in an embarrassing situation, he urgently needed a piece of armor, the bounty offered by the Empire was in that building, but the steps forward seemed extremely heavy, if returning to the Light of Shelter was tantamount to acknowledging the Empire's approach, it would be the same as all the decisions Ryan made, the standard in his heart was lost.

Tarrant stopped at the crossroads, Lovell's troubles had to be dealt with immediately, he needed armor, it was like a deal to trade his feelings for a few gold coins, depressed, embarrassed, betrayed himself, he stood like a wooden man, staring at the huge square building in the distance.

He suddenly thought of the example of Streep, about justice, sacrificing his honor to save the villagers, perhaps...... The choice was similar, the most critical problem he faced was to stop Lovell, the mage's gamble would probably cost countless people, and it was negligible compared to his own feelings, yes, that's it, Tarrant took a deep breath and walked towards the light of protection.

The two knights at the door saluted Tarrant as usual, but he replied with a stiff salute, and re-entering the hall was like a strange place, and he greeted those familiar smiles and went straight to Ryan's office, the door locked.

He sat in a chair in the hallway, where he had gone to talk to Nikola about his adventures, but now he just wanted to wait quietly.

He waited in the hallway for about thirty minutes, but Ryan never came, and the figures walking back and forth in the hall made Tarrant even more upset, as if he had made the greatest compromise only to be flatly refused.

Gold coins, making it difficult for him to walk, he remembered that when Elliott was still there, the team had dealt with small things such as small town disputes and property battles in order to make money, at that time he didn't have a stone guard, and it only took a few gold coins to repair a piece of equipment, but now everything has changed, and they are no longer around......

Tarrant got up in frustration and walked out of the sheltered light, the passing of time came to her eyes after the box of memories opened, she always smiled so brightly, and Elliott always liked to show off the muscles in his arms, they had worked together so happily.

In the blink of an eye, a memory floated around the corner, in the darkness of Lovell's hut, calling Mara's name...... It seemed like a long time had passed, and Tarrant only remembered that there was no Mara in the dark, and that she was indeed gone, already in Tinvorshan.

They left him alone to face the problem, Tarrant grabbed the spirit bag, the money on hand was only enough to prepare the supplies needed in the field, a coarse cloth cloak, a large jar of pine oil, antidote, soberness, hemostatic potion, a large roll of bandaging cloth, two woolen blankets, etc., he passed through the commercial area at the Jim biscuit shop for lunch, at the grocery store he finished the preparations, and the last gold coin he exchanged for a can of dragon wine on the shelf.

When he returned home, only the maid was cleaning the hall alone, Tarrant didn't ask where the others were, he was tired, the memories of the past made him feel tired, he lay on the bed, looking at the patterns above his head that had grown up with him, the shapes were as complex as a society, pure relationships were replaced by interests, each individual was drawn into the chain of interests and could not be freed, his eyes stared blankly until he closed unconsciously.

He slept soundly, no nightmares, no assumptions, and when he woke up he rubbed his forehead, their rival Lovell should not be as comfortable as him at the moment, he was swept against the wall by Gillian's ring, Snow Sun stabbed him in the back, Tomahawk broke his leg, Kira Veton left his little finger, and he left with his wounds all over his body.

The sound of lazy footsteps outside the door, "Do you have pets here?" Kilaveton's voice, it turned out that she was here.

"No," the maid's voice said, "because adults rarely live here." ”

Tarrant got up and walked out the door, "Kira Vetton, what do you want pets for?"

The priest held a small bottle of liquid in his hand, "You're here, try this." ”

The wound on her face did not heal, and her cheeks trembled as she spoke, somewhat similar to the image of "pig-headed man", and Tarrant couldn't help laughing, "What is it?"

"Let you try", she held up the bottle in a slightly angry manner.

Tarrant took the bottle and took a sip, the strange taste, like a dead leaf and ...... Dry feces, a warm heat slowly rising in his stomach with the strange smell, "Improved dragon wine?"

Kiraweton stared at him closely, his eyes looking at an animal.

Tarrant was stared at uncomfortably, "What's wrong?" He suddenly felt the heat in his stomach build, and his ears were buzzing, not wine "What's that?" he fell to the ground.

"Looks like it needs to be improved," the priest turned, "the secret recipe for dealing with Lovell." ”