In one of the alleys of Alctor, a blacksmith shop heard the sound of beatings that made passers-by retreat, not the sound of hammers hitting metal, but the sound of fists hitting flesh mixed with chaotic screams of pain.

Trump was a hot-tempered man, as Laceis knew for a long time, and when his anger was aroused, it would burn like a stove in front of the shop.

A burly man who used to be a warrior and a perennial ironworker, how much power he has in his hands, this group of arrogant mercenaries may be the most experienced people.

The scene was too cruel and bloody for a while, Latis was shocked to watch, originally he wanted to persuade him not to kill him, and teach them a lesson, but before he could speak, this five big and three rough men had already stopped beating, and shouted to this group of mercenaries with blue noses and swollen faces at the top of his voice:

"Phew~!Get out! Next time you come to provoke Lao Tzu, or dare to make trouble in the town, Lao Tzu will pick your skin!"

A few mercenaries wailed and struggled to get up from the ground, and fled in embarrassment, and a few didn't even want the weapons that fell on the ground, just thinking about quickly escaping from this place that made them suffer a lot, and they didn't even say a cruel word - it's not the villain on TV, and after being taught a lesson, they have to be stupid to put down a cruel word, limping, in case they provoke the other party again, and then want to press them to the ground and rub them, they can't run.

Trump spat fiercely, grabbed several money bags from his arms that he had collected from these mercenaries as compensation, picked one that was bulging, and threw it to Latis on the side.

"Thanks, little ghost. ”

Latis caught it with a smile and teased, "I thought you were going to make them half-crippled." ”

Trump pursed his lips and shouted angrily: "If it weren't for the opening of the door to do business, I would have spared them? If it weren't for the wrong time, I wouldn't have let go of this group of pups! I'm still old, and when I was young, I would punch such a thing! Put aside my violent temper at that time, and make it half-crippled? All the cripples are light! I have to chop up and feed the goblins!"

Accustomed to his braggart, Laceis shrugged his shoulders and asked, "What's wrong now?" I felt as if the atmosphere had changed, had something happened?"

It seems that he was injured a little during the melee just now, Trump reached through the ribs and touched his back, but he dyed the scarlet on his hand, he spat again with a bad face, turned around and went into the house to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find a roll of tattered gauze, while answering Lades's question angrily, while trying to bandage the wound on his back, but a roll of tape was always out of reach, like a big black bear that could not scratch itchy, and the posture was inexplicably funny.

"Isn't it the trouble caused by the Excalibur of Narauszi, there are rumors of Excalibur trials everywhere now, and every day there are adventurers and mercenaries from out of town from out of town, all of whom want to try their luck in the mountains, and none of them pee and look in the mirror to see what they are, thinking about daydreaming all day long. ”

The wound on his body is not long, but it is a little deep, and it is still bleeding out at this moment, looking at the dirty roll of broken gauze, it really makes people wonder if this will be more serious if it is really packed, although this guy doesn't care, and even has the strength to scold, but Latis can't just watch him die in front of his eyes.

He stretched out a palm to make a spoon-shaped, and the divine and gentle breath began to gather in his palm, and after a while, a small stream of water vapor condensed into drops and fell quietly in his palm.

Radis stepped forward and slapped the pitiful spring water on the wound on his back, which instantly dissolved into a cloud of mist, washing the bloody wound with a soft force visible to the naked eye.

Divine Magic: Finn's water, taken from Celtic mythology and legend, is a miracle water mastered by Finn, the head of the Knights of Fiona, which can heal injuries and restore physical strength, and is known as the water of life that can heal even the most serious injuries.

Of course, the current performance of Latis is not as legendary as it is, but it is also much more efficient than ordinary holy water, and it does not leave any sequelae, which can be regarded as an indispensable major divine skill.

"Hiss~, stinky little ghost, what did you pour on my wound in the winter?······ Eh, it's weird and comfortable······"

Caught off guard, this five-year-old man suddenly became excited, but when he turned around, he found that the hot sensation from the wound was fading at an extremely fast speed.

"Yo he~, it's really not bad! Is this a secret medicine concocted by a magician?"

"As you can imagine, this is a precious magic potion, worth ten thousand gold, but I won't charge you any more. ”

Latis raised the money bag he had just thrown at him and quipped.

"Oh~, thank you so much. ”

Lades found a clean place to sit down, and continued to get back to the point: "Isn't it a good thing that there are more adventurers·····? Anyway, this has always been a place for mercenaries to provide a transit point, so it should be easy to deal with this. ”

"Come on, this group of guys from other places is not as disciplined as the local mercenaries, the difficult thing is that they still have the strength to not follow the rules, since they came, there has been an unknown number of chaos in the town, making trouble, fighting, bullying the weak······ It's all caused by them, they can't get by, and the garrison in the town can't manage it, as you saw just now, the official professionals who are usually rare to see appear in groups, not to mention the leaders of those mercenary groups, just a mid-rank knight in Marcus can't suppress them. ”

Ratischi said: "When did this group of mercenaries become so bold? Dare to provoke the official forces of the Chriss Kingdom? Aren't you afraid that our Marquis will send a knight order to come and exterminate them?

Trump gave him a strange look: "You don't know yet, shouldn't you? Our town has been completely taken over by the church not long ago, and it seems that the Marquis also seems to have a tacit attitude towards this."

It is because of the group of paladins whose muscles have grown into their brains that they don't know how to block all nearby places where they can enter the mountain range and prohibit foreign mercenaries from entering the mountain, these guys will stay in the town, more and more, and they can only keep looking for things every day openly and secretly to put pressure on the church.

Now everyone says that the church is distorting the oracle and trying to occupy the Golden Flame Divine Sword, and they don't know if it's true or not, anyway, the blockade of the mountain range has indeed exacerbated the conflict.

The attitude of the church is very tough, I don't know how many conflicts have occurred on both sides in the past few days, and at first the powerful church still had the upper hand, but I think when the mercenaries get together, it is estimated that there will be a big mess. ”

After listening to him, Radis understood all cause and effect, and even saw it more clearly than others.

Did he know about the church's blockade of the mountains, or did he do the middleman, asking Hannibal to ask his father to seal the mountains.

As for the so-called Excalibur Trial······ Now there is not enough evidence, and it is not certain whether it is true or not, and if it is, then it proves that Hannibal lied to him, but at the moment Laceis is more convinced of another possibility:

This is a rumor deliberately issued by someone in order to cause trouble for the Church, to guide public opinion, to disrupt the Church's plans, and to damage the prestige and fair image of the Church among the human nations.

As for who unleashed the rumors, who else could there be besides the old enemy of the church of the Temple of the Dead?

Ratis had already encountered the High Priest of the Temple of Death in this area, and he was already clear about their intentions.

Stains~, this trick is really cloudy, I'm afraid the church will be busy during this time~

Latis gloated inexplicably, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he made a calculation in his heart:

Perhaps, it's time for me to talk to Hannibal about business······