The other party stuffed another piece of copy into Roland's hand.

Roland looked at what was written on it, and it turned out to be the materials of the Holy Court's recruiters.

It seems that the last time the Holy Court preached in the War School, it was not just a program. The Holy See has really begun recruiting personnel.

At that moment, somehow, Roland reached out and took the registration form. Then he stood in front of the desk and began to fill it in.

Gray looked at Roland's current appearance, and his face was at a loss: "What's wrong with you, do you really plan to leave here? Do you know what the explorers of the Holy Court do? Becoming an explorer means that you have to shuttle to all corners of the continent at all times, no matter how difficult the environment, you have to always guard and investigate, have no desires, and you can never return to the town again, and live a life like cultivation." Is this really what you want?"

Roland glanced at Gray in a daze, trying to calm himself down, but in the end he finished filling out the registration form tremblingly.

Roland had nowhere else to go.

He is not like ordinary people, he does not have a sense of belonging anywhere.

Moreover, Roland also stabbed the prince in full view of everyone, and he was already a sinner. Even if Rand himself didn't care, it didn't mean that the rest of the people in Two Moon City wouldn't care as much as Rand.

Roland didn't think that just leaving Two Moon City would free him.

For there has never been a place in this world where he belongs.

Perhaps only a place like the Holy Court, which downplays races, regardless of birth, and is far away from the world, is truly suitable for Roland.

Somehow, Roland's hand holding the pen began to shake again. Gray pulled the pen from Roland's hand, and Roland felt his head suddenly start to hurt.

"Don't tell Rand about this. Roland's voice trembled.

Gray frowned and glanced at Roland, but finally nodded helplessly.

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On a bustling street not far from the commercial street, the migrant soldier and the young city lord of the assassination city, Zelan, were hiding under the eaves of the roof of a house at this time, looking down at the sparsely populated street.

The rain dripped down the eaves, soaking Zelan's entire back, causing him to sneeze involuntarily.

The worker soldier glanced at Zelan with great disdain, and said: "It's like a big girl, if you're afraid of the cold, go back quickly, it's an eyesore!"

Zeeland was instantly upset. He said angrily: "You are embarrassed to say that I have the ability to get drenched in the rain outside the station, and you are cheap and good, virtuous!"

"Okay, okay, didn't you say that there was a new discovery, let's talk about it!" the worker urged, his expression a little impatient.

Ever since the worker had snatched a knife from Zeeland and felt that it was easy to use, he approached Zeeland again and said that he wanted to get more.

Zelan naturally refused at first, and at the same time, he was also very curious about how this boy of working soldiers found these elusive assassins.

But helplessly, in terms of skill, Zelan was not the opponent of the working soldiers, so he had to obediently offer the knife with both hands after the "persecution" of the working soldiers, and he spent a lot of money to customize the knife himself.

However, after coming and going, Zelan gradually became familiar with the working soldiers. Then Zelan found out that the temper of this guy who was a working soldier was actually quite good, and he was sincere to others. I just don't know why, as long as the person he faces is Zelan, the worker soldier has always had a very disgusted expression, which may be related to Zelan's previous offend of the worker soldier.

And this time, the two of them squatted on the balcony on the top floor of the house, not because they had nothing to do, but for a reason. The two of them did this for the sake of the pajama maniac who suddenly appeared on that stormy night and then mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

Whether it is a working soldier or Zelan, they are all witnesses to the pajama maniac, and they have also been in contact with the pajama maniac. So the two of them, who were idle and sore guys, suddenly became curious about the true identity of the pajama maniac and wanted to find out him.

They wanted to see what kind of neurotic the pajama maniac was, and he had offended everyone.

Zeeland took out a map of the neighborhood, spread it out, and pointed it out to the migrant soldiers: "Look, I've marked all the places where people have seen the pajama maniac appear in a red circle. And these red circles just happened to fall on the road in front of us. And the path of the pajama maniac that night happened to match the markings on the map. At the same time, the road also includes the small restaurant where you work, and the trash can where he discarded his pajamas and lunch boxes. So I'm pretty sure that pajama maniac must be living on this street!"

"You have a point. It's just that there are so many people living on this road, how can you tell which one is him?" asked the migrant soldier.

"I knew you'd ask that, but look at it!" Zeeland grinned, revealing a very smug expression, "Although there are many people living on this street, not all of them fit the characteristics of pajama maniacs. If we take the information we know, it is not difficult to guess that the pajama maniac should be a young tall male mage. As long as we sift through all the eligible people living on this street, we will be able to find that guy in no time!, for example, the one across from us, I think it is very suspicious!" Zeeland gestured to the room on the second floor across the street.

The migrant soldier couldn't help but look in the direction Zelan pointed, and was a little puzzled: "Looking at the interior decoration of this house, it is still quite luxurious, and it seems to be worth a lot of money, but which family is this?"

"I've already inquired, the origin of this family is not simple, it's still a royal family! The princes of the Kingdom of Heavenly Glowing live here, you look at that guy who is looking outside now, I think it's very suspicious, it's very likely that he is a pajama maniac!" Zelan said with an oath, his face filled with an indescribable confidence.

"Suspicious size, that guy is a fool, how can he be a pajama maniac!" The part-time worker recognized at a glance that the person who appeared at the window was An An, and said angrily.

"Fool, how do you know he's a fool?" Zeeland had a skeptical look on his face.

"Nonsense, he's my classmate, can I still not know him?" The worker soldier looked at Zelan and asked with some suspicion, "You kid shouldn't be playing tricks on me, right?"

"This ...... Even if it's not him, it's probably someone else who lives here!" Zeeland turned his head to look at the migrant soldier, "Shall we dive in and have a look?"

"This ...... I'm afraid it's not very good, how embarrassing it would be if we got to know each other!"

"What are you afraid of, it's good to know each other! As the saying goes, acquaintances are easy to do. Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the Pajama Maniac?" Zeeland kept encouraging from the sidelines.

"That'...... Alright then!" the worker finally relented.