"When did Uncle Sorrentino come back?" Tarrant asked quietly, with a thump.

"I know the news at the same time as you. ”

The carriage came from the direction of the marina, and Sorrentino may have just disembarked.

Katrina turned her head, "Make a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Guess how much he's going to make when he comes back this time?"

"How do I know", Sorrentino was a gem dealer who made very fine jewelry, and Tarrant estimated that he had brought something rare with him this time.

Katrina tugged at Tarrant's sleeve, "How about coming to my house at noon?"

"Uh......" Tarrant looked around, hoping that something would happen to get the question out of his way, and it took courage to answer positively, "Katrina, I ......" and his brain couldn't find a proper reason for it to work at full capacity.

"What's wrong?"

Tarrant flashed, "No problem, but...... You see I can't go with a halberd and a greatsword, right?"

"Whatever," Katrina beckoned to stop a carriage, "you haven't guessed what he's going to do this time." ”

"Fifty thousand gold coins?" Tarrant casually said an exaggerated number.

"Oh, I guess, twice as much," Catrina jumped into the carriage, "if you're wrong, Lynn will listen to me." ”

Tarrant laughed dryly and got into the car, "What if you're wrong?"

"Then nothing will happen," the mage looked at Tarrant.

"This ...... Of course, fair enough", Tarrant closed the door, "Coachman, White Fog Zone." ”

"Seven o'clock in the evening," Catrina reminded.

"Well, I'll be on time", Tarrant's whole cuffs were pulled, he always had a suppressed feeling in front of Sorrentino, he wanted to be decent enough but there would always be some small situations, not gaffes but embarrassing Tarrant, and the other party was actually kind and did not have a trace of prejudice against adventurers.

"Money-making," Catrina brought up again, "how do you find Rorschach?"

"I'm still thinking about it, I don't have armor, it's not easy to hunt down a Twin Knife Ranger, maybe I should change jobs, maybe I should return to the Light of Shelter for my reward, and I have a share in the spirit sucking monsters. ”

Katrina yawned, "I'll be notified when you're done thinking about it," and she slouched back on her cushion.

"Hmm", Tarantra on the left curtain, the sun shining on her face. She got up too early, and I guess she didn't sleep well last night, and the bumpy carriage sometimes makes people rest.

Seven o'clock to see Sorrentino, Tarrant clenched the hem of his clothes, his mood was so inexplicably anxious that making money became no longer important, he had to change his clothes first when he went back, no, take a thorough shower first, his thoughts were in a mess, Rorschach, Blenger, Worf, Lovell a series of names jumped back and forth to make him feel annoyed, along the way he barely arranged a decent plan, when the streets of the White Mist District came into view, Tarrant lightly touched Katrina, "The White Mist District has arrived, will you go home first?"

Katrina rubbed her eyes and stretched tiredly, "I'll go home first, don't forget in the evening." ”

"Okay, I'll get down here, go back", Tarrant pulled the bell, "Coachman, stop", when the carriage stopped, Tarrant jumped out of the carriage and threw a gold coin to the coachman, "Send this young lady back." ”

When he came home with his halberd, the priest was lying on the sofa, and there were two empty bottles on the table, "Morning", Tarrant greeted coldly.

"What about the mage?" the priest raised her hand, and she had a wine bottle in her hand, which was only half of the liquid left.

"Gone, is there a problem?" Tarrant searched up and down the aisle, but didn't see Stewart.

"I have a better plan," Kira Veton smirked and sat up, a strong smell of alcohol.

Tarrant walked towards the utility room, where there was a sound, and the footsteps sounded like Stewart.

"Hey, knight, I have a better plan", the priest laughed.

Tarrant looked back at her helplessly, "It's good to have a plan, but it's none of my business, Stewart, are you there?"

The butler's voice came from the utility room: "Here", he walked out the door with black powder on his hands.

"There's something to trouble you", Tarrant leaned the halberd against the wall, "This halberd is a precious souvenir, order a weapon rack, and put it in my room, just put it on the wall next to the desk, no, let's make a display case by the windowsill, don't ......"

"Okay, I'll go in the afternoon", the butler hurried back to the utility room.

“...... Then you can do it", Tarrant blinked twice, turned and walked towards the stairs.

"Hey," Kiraweton took a contented sip, "Knight, come and see this." ”

She had a newspaper in her hand, which Tarrant had read this morning, on the way to faith, and he took two steps closer to the couch, "Say it." ”

"A murder case, dock area, near the golden statue, the deceased was a sword wound. ”

"What's wrong?" Tarrant rubbed his arm impatiently, could he smell of the jungle?

Kilaveton casually placed the bottle on the table, "Hasn't the clever lad thought of the problem yet?"

"I have something to do, if you don't mind......" Tarrant pointed to the stairs, he didn't care about the case, the events of the night made him nervous.

"The docks, late at night, what a terrible coincidence, a paladin and a beautiful woman were around there at that time. ”

Tarrant snorted coldly and pursed the corners of his mouth, "Let me tell you that there will be countless pickpockets, pirates, and thugs on the docks at the same time. ”

"Don't worry, there's something even better, in the second block, the carriage stopped in the third block, and he saw the poor paladin and the woman, and he sent them to the White Mist District, the paladin's home. ”

Tarrant began to calm down, and Kira Veton was right, here......

"The tip of the halberd resembles the tip of a sword, and if you want to mislead, you can shorten the distance and prick or cross-cut to make the wound look like a sword wound, hehehe", the priest raised his head to close the mouth of the bottle, and the bubbles burst into the bottle loudly.

"What about motivation?"

"Hahahaha", Kira Veton tossed the empty bottle to Tarrant, "Golden statue, woman, don't you understand?"

Tarrant suddenly realized the coincidence of the problem and Yan zhòng, he was holding Kira Viton in his arms, just near the Tavern of the Golden Statue, the coachman must have thought that they came out of the Golden Statue, the plot could have evolved into two men fighting for the same woman, the halberd stabbed the loser to death, oh my God! There are still notches on his stone guard, and the coachman knows his family! No, Kiraviton can prove that this is not true, "You will testify that you are right? We were not at the Golden Statue at all. ”

"Of course, of course," said Kira Veton, lying comfortably on the couch, "I'll explain to the sheriff that we were at Lovell's house at the time, and if they don't believe us, we can go to Lovell's house to verify it." ”