Leiden was confused at this time.

It is true that the trip to the wizard's shop unexpectedly relieved him of the oppression that had plagued him for years, but the point was that it was the witch's ability (which he still believed) that solved the problem, and as a knight, he naturally believed in the evil theory of witches, which caused him to be conflicted, if not as troubled as before, but still troublesome after all.

How to deal with this matter is a big question that cannot be ignored.

Ordering to infiltrate the underground passages to capture the young shopkeeper and his fellow witches? Not to mention how long it will take to find the shop in the intricate underground passages of Blackstone Town, where you don't know the location of the shop, even if you can, but they help you out of your trouble, and they don't cheat you out of your money, and revenge is not a knight's spirit.

To ignore the past without doing anything, whether as a knight or as a vice-captain of the town patrol guard, would be too dereliction of duty.

That's a real headache.

Layton patted his head, thinking bitterly, and suddenly an idea popped into him for no apparent reason.

If only witches weren't evil.

His steps snapped to a halt and he covered his mouth in disbelief.

How could I have such an idea? It's just a big deal!

It was so strange that it would not have been possible for a knight to think about it before, but now it was like a slurry of paste, brushing into the depths of his memory, lingering.

Hell, am I being seduced by witchcraft?

But if witches were to bewitch them, would they have stopped their spells so easily?

Layton began to reminisce about his second visit to the wizard's shop a few days ago.

Yes, the second time!

It wasn't rational, but he just couldn't control himself, and his curiosity about the unknown drove him to that dangerous place again.

He wanted to confirm his thoughts, it was very likely that his body had been touched by the witch when he first went, although he admitted that it had made him feel comfortable after that time, but it was the witch's ability, how could it be so easy to uncover?

Unlike the first time, he quietly hid a few good daggers in his boots and other secret places, familiar weapons that allowed him to use his combat power to the extreme, and he was determined to expose the young man's hypocrisy, making him confess that he had used witchcraft on him, and even paid with his life for it, all for the noble ideal of destroying evil.

However, when he came to the store and deliberately induced the young man to let him go to that small room to experience the "magical" warmth, he was unexpectedly rejected by the young man.

"You should learn to overcome it with your will, not with external force"

The young man righteously told him not to rely too much on this so-called warmth, and if he lost his strong will because of this, then he would rather never let himself go to that small room.

At that time, he was completely stunned.

According to his original idea, in order to achieve the demagogic effect, shouldn't he use the witch's power repeatedly to erode his brain?

Yet he persuaded himself...... Be strong?

As a minion of the evil witch, why would he say such a thing.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out at all.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the distractions aside, and calmed down with the saber at his waist, continuing his daily rounds.

He hadn't gone far when he saw a familiar figure.

"Carl, what are you doing here. ”

Karl shook his head at the low wall on the corner of the street, and when he heard a familiar voice, he turned around and said in surprise, "Vice-Captain Leyton." ”

"Hmm. Layton nodded at him slightly, approached and asked, "Why are you wearing this outfit and not on patrol duty?"

"Yes, it's my time off today. ”

"You can't come to a place like that. Layton looked around, "This is the Wine Alley, the Patrol Guards must stay awake and not drink lightly, don't you remember?"

Karl scratched his head and said rather embarrassedly: "I'm sorry captain, it's not a drunken addict, it just happened to be a turn off, and I couldn't help but come here to have a few drinks, I promise I'm not drunk." ”

"Not even half a glass!" Layton exclaimed, "The patrol guards may assemble urgently at any time, and if you encounter your brain paralyzed by alcohol, it is not you alone, but the entire guard is at risk." ”

Carl quickly nodded in apology, the veterans of the patrol guard knew that the vice-captain nicknamed "Good Old Man" was an excellent talker, and as long as he didn't provoke him, he usually wouldn't enforce the team's orders as harshly as the other lieutenants.

Sure enough, Layton lost his breath after a few words of reprimand, and waved his hand: "Forget it, pay attention next time, don't let me bump into you coming to this place again." ”

"Yes!"

"Gross!"

Two voices sounded almost simultaneously, but one in front and one in the back.

Layton turned around and saw another familiar man clinging to the low wall on the corner, clutching his neck and vomiting to the ground.

The shadow of the low wall just hid his figure, so Layton didn't notice his presence just now, and only now did he vomit and realize that there was such a person.

"Tolan......" Layton's face darkened, and his teeth began to rub in his mouth, asking Carl with his eyes.

Karl staggered, "Uh-I came with Tolan, and it was his idea to come to the Wine Alley for a drink, so, what do you say, huh...... He drank a little too much. ”

A little bit?

Layton almost wanted to scold, Tolan was drunk like mud!

Karl didn't dare to look him in the eye, his eyes deliberately avoided his gaze: "I promise I'm not drunk, but Tolan's alcohol consumption seems to be a little poor." ”

Layton took a deep breath to calm himself.

Unconscious little bastards!, he cursed inwardly.

"Take him back immediately, don't stand here and lose the face of the patrol guards!"

"Yes, yes. ”

Carl hurried to help Tolan, but he shook him off with one hand, and muttered, "Don't touch me, I can drink another ten-burp-bottle!"

Karl smiled wryly, and before he could help him, Tolan's chatter seemed to be opened at once, and he muttered endlessly.

"If you're happy, you'll have two more drinks. ”

"What, you didn't hear me, I said, hiccup, I'm happy!"

"Sheila promised me, she is actually willing to marry me, come, for the sake of the mood at this time, let's have another drink!"

Layton frowned and whispered to Carl, "What's going on, who is Sheila?"

Carl whispered: "It's the weaver girl on Tolan's street, she is very beautiful, it is said that Tolan liked her when he was very young, but he felt that he was not worthy of her, until yesterday he mustered up the courage to propose, and he knew that Sheila had the same idea, this is really-"

"What a coincidence that is outrageous. Layton's brow furrowed, "Good luck stinky boy, forget it, let you two little bastards go today, and go back to the bar." ”

He was about to leave, but Tolan suddenly shouted, "It's all thanks to the owner of the wizard's shop!"

"Tolan!" Karl said in displeasure, and immediately reached out to cover his mouth, but the words had already reached Layton's ears.

"Let him continue. Layton's voice was cold, has that wizard shop been so powerful that my soldier actually said the word wizard in the street, and he seemed quite happy!

Tolan was already drunk and confused at this time, staggering, with a silly smile on his face: "Hey, that boss is really powerful, if I hadn't found him, how could I have married Sheila." ”

"Did you use drugs to control the Weaver Girl's mind and force him to marry you?"

Layton said in his heart, sure enough, the evil witch finally couldn't bear it anymore, and actually began to bewitch my soldiers in this way, which is really an unforgivable sin!

"You're only fucking drugged, stinking idiot. Tolan understood this sentence in a daze, and gave a response.

Carl's face turned purple, and he looked at Layton's face from time to time, he knew that he wouldn't go out to drink with Tolan, and he couldn't control his mouth when he was drunk.

Instead of getting angry, Layton asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Why—hiccup—what's the matter, I tell you, I proposed to Sheila in a proper manner, and I didn't do anything about it. ”

"The boss, the boss just said a word to me. ”

He said, "Don't regret it for the rest of your life because of the cowardice in your heart, if you don't say those words to her, you will never have an answer, you can only wander like a coward", hey, I went to propose as soon as I said it. ”

Layton was somewhat surprised to hear this answer.

This is also not like the trick used by evil witches, to persuade people to summon up the courage to match soldiers and weaver girls, what evil being would be idle to do such a thing?

But in the end......

"It's still a witch's shop, after all. Layton straightened his head, "That's the place of evil." ”

"Evil—hiccup?" Tolan chuckled drunkenly and laughed silly, "I don't care about any evil, that's what the hell big people like, they didn't teach me to chase the woman they loved, they just glanced at me like garbage, and even kicked me away, but the owner of the wizard shop really helped me." ”

"That's all I care!"

"Vomit!" After saying that, Tolan bent down uncontrollably and vomited wildly, and the yellow and white slime he spat out even stuck to Layton's boots.

"Tolan!" Karl couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his elbow and apologized to Leyton, "I'm sorry, vice-captain, I'll take this bastard back right away." ”

Layton didn't respond, his head was down, and Carl didn't stop any longer, and let Tolan continue, maybe he would have to beg in the streets tomorrow.

By the time Layton came to his senses, Carl and Tolan had long since gone away, thinking about Tolan's last words.

I see.

He's been struggling with how to characterize the behavior of the Wizard Shop.

But it suddenly dawned on him that it wasn't a problem at all.

Whether the wizard is evil or not, at least this store has really helped a lot of people and made them get the most tangible benefits.

Isn't that enough?

Don't worry about it, just just act as if nothing happened and go with the flow, maybe it's the best choice.

He let out a long sigh of relief and was about to walk down another street, the sound of hurried steps mixed with the sound of armor running, and he saw two familiar men hurrying in the direction of the outpost.

"Eugene, Dewey. He stopped the two of them, "What's going on, so rushed." ”

"Vice-captain Leiden. The two of them were full of anxiety, "The killer from a few days ago has reappeared, and this time it was Cromwell of the Toura Chamber of Commerce who was killed!"

"What!" Leiden raised an eyebrow.