Chapter Ninety-Five: The First Meeting

"Help you find Blenger?" Tarrant frowned, "Not the vigilantes?"

"Haha", Kira Veton crossed her hands on her chest, "Love makes people stupid, I will be even more stupid"

Her every word was full of Chiluo's provocation, and Tarrant's patience was close to the limit, "Sue me and you're doing it"

"It's simple, let Blenge and I'm looking for him. 彩@Hongwen ¥学

Combined with the stalker's attire, Tarrant had a terrifying thought, "The Dark Temple Paladin?"

"No," Kirawyton smiled conceitedly, "they'll tell me to find him." ”

"You're looking for the Fallen?" Tarrant kept a close eye out the window at the figures who were now inhabited by a troublemaker in the hotel.

"That's it," Kirawyton kicked the stairs hard, "Hey man, where can I find the Dark Temple Paladins Try it in every tavern and they'll show up." ”

"The Maniac" Tarrant repeats what he has already done, and he could never have predicted what Kira Vetton's madness would be.

"On the contrary, I'm the only one who is sober, and you are all fools," Kira Veton sneered.

The conversation was interrupted by a strong stranger appearing in the doorway, dark green in full armor, carrying a two-handed greatsword, and a mark on his chest that had been erased.

"Do you need it?" Only Tony and Gucard remained, and Gucard stood up to greet him.

The stranger stood in the doorway, as if analyzing the identities represented by the four people he saw.

At this moment, even the most obtuse person could immediately tell that this person was not an ordinary customer, and Gucard raised his hand in embarrassment, "Is there anyone who can help?"

The stranger pushed the door and walked in, and he casually sat down at the table beside him, "water", and he did not remove the sword from his back.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and the waiter added a sentence of "Don't skip words."

"A glass of water", he took off his helmet, about thirty-five years old, with short curly brown hair, dry facial skin, and those eyes with an unforgettable depth, he was staring at the staircase.

Judging by his physical appearance, this man is a stalker, Tarrant glanced at Kira Vidon, his arm is not yet able to participate in the battle, and the waiter of the tavern will also become a victim in the event of a battle.

"If it's all right," Kira Veton said louder than he needed to get away from Tarrant, "I want to get some sleep, and I'm going to have to find the crumbs." ”

Gukad placed a glass of water in front of his guests.

"I love water," the dry voice, strangers seem to be few, "because it is direct, thirsty to drink water, hungry for bread, God has taught us to live, but we turn our backs on God in order to survive." Water can make the world a lot purer. ”

This passage is like a troubadour's poem, but it is not just poetry, he uses one word: renunciation. Turning their backs on God in order to survive is a typical Dark Templar Paladin's depravity, who uses various reasons to cover up their filth. At the same time, the stranger's words also implied a meaning, he hoped that Kiraviton would directly state his purpose.

"Let Blenger", Kira Veton replied bluntly.

The stranger looked up, "The Sant?"

He didn't seem to be familiar with Blenger, which made Tarrant wonder.

"I see," the stranger said, standing up and placing a copper coin beside the glass before leaving, "there will be a chance." ”

"What a strange fellow," Gukhad said, looking at the back, "he likes water but doesn't take a sip of it." ”

"More polite than I thought," Kira Veton said as she walked upstairs.

The brief meeting was over, and the impression left by the Paladin of the Dark Temple was indeed different from the image of the legend, had he also served Maxine?Tarrant went upstairs in thought, Blengue played a role in the Temple Paladin?

The door of the priest's room was closed, Tarrant didn't want to provoke the madman anymore, he went back to the room, the most urgent thing now was to restore his combat strength, he didn't want to be a spectator in the event of a battle, Tarrant untied the bandage, there was an instant dull pain in his arm, although the five fingers could contract but could not exert strength, the only weapon he could use was a fist, which was ineffective against the heavy armor of the Dark Hall Paladin, damn it

"I'll be on time," Tony's voice downstairs.

Tarrant walked to the window, and the cook was walking east, playing with a handful of copper coins, presumably looking for fun in other taverns.

Thinking too much didn't help much, Tarrant collapsed on the bed, the paladin of the dark hall had to be casual and restrained, and walked into the tavern without any scruples, not shy about identifying himself, and at the same time he did not reveal any superfluous information, the whole process remained vigilant and cautious, Tarrant at least for a few days there would be no fighting in the tavern, and he still had a period of recovery.

The next morning, a gentle knock on the door woke Tarrant, he yawned and opened the door, Katrina stood in the doorway, Tarrant subconsciously straightened his robe, "What time is it?"

"There's one more thing for you to get ready to go out, polo is about to start", Katrina squinted and followed the room, "Didn't you rest last night?"

"It's just a little late," Tarrant washed his face, "I thought you'd cancel today's event, colds shouldn't be wandering around." ”

"No, I'm fine," Katrina sat on the edge of the bed waiting, "Are you going to remind Kira Veton?"

"She wasn't interested in our plans. ”

The two of them got into the carriage to Wilsing after a simple breakfast downstairs, yesterday's rainstorm did not leave the slightest trace of today, and the streets of the old city were bathing in the sun, like a hot bath, and after the baptism, Wilsing was rejuvenated.

The arena is located southwest of Wilsing, a large ring-shaped building, and when Tarrant arrived, countless horse-drawn carriages stopped in front of the stadium, and the building was full of people, and the ball game had not yet begun.

The arena was already full of nobles, feathers fluttering on the brim of their hats, from the color of the feathers could distinguish Siant and Wilsing, the two factions occupied half of the seats, several administrators sitting at the front of the main stand Tarrant could recognize a few, the most conspicuous was the supreme consul of Sianding, the stranger next to him was dressed in a decent silk robe, it should be the supreme consul of Wilsing, the deputy governor of the Wilsin security army Richie Eli was behind them, and there were several officers of Siant.

"They're not going to have expressions when the game is over," Tarrant imagined, and there would be a strange calmness on one side.

"Have you found a seat?" Catrina looked left and right for the number on the ticket.

"Look", Tarrant saw a figure from a distance, "It's Jikuf" The retired hero was holding a girl about five or six years old, the two fingers hooked each other, and the girl's smile was innocent and lovely.

"Our seats should be there," said Katrina, pulling the adoring Tarrant into the main stands.

The drums and trumpets of the ceremonial band on the side of the field played, the polo was about to start, and the halfling who was cleaning the field quickly ran away.

Next to the three empty seats in the crowd, Tarrant saw a person, someone he seemed familiar with, and he wasn't sure if it was a denial.

"Tarrant, quick, this is it", Katrina squeezed.

The man turned his head, his expression of surprise quickly turning to surprise, "Tarrant really didn't expect it" He stood up very excitedly, "I can see you here"

Chapter Ninety-Five: The First Meeting

Chapter Ninety-Five: The First Meeting