【①】

Stealing holy relics - this is no joke.

Imagine that you steal a national treasure from a certain country, and someone else comes to your door and expects to shout, "Lao Tzu didn't steal!" - and then the person runs away.

Don't, although this is fantasy, it still has a bit of a realistic foundation.

Schul knows that "quibbling" is useless.

How to say that sentence, explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth - although the person involved is very broken, but when some people insist on what you have done, it is completely impossible......

"I didn't steal the relics. Shul sighed inwardly, still struggling on the surface.

His expression was open, and a pair of golden eyes looked directly at each other.

But to these people, it seems to be of little use: "Arrest him!" at the end of the sentence: "There must be something wrong with a man who looks so good!"

Shure: "......"

Tyres: "......"

Fran: "......??? wait!"

——

Taking advantage of the fact that the people did not react, Fran suddenly broke free from their restraints and ran forward, blocking Shul and the other adventurers: "Wait! Are those relics from the village chief?! I know that someone has been there - it has nothing to do with this young man, it may be ...... who stole something"

It was Teresa the Goldfagese.

That's what Fran wanted to say - she wasn't sincere in asking for the Black Goldfinch, who let the Goldfinch come out of there in the first place?

But Shul wouldn't let her finish her words, and grabbed her arm: "It's not what she said, it's me-"

Hell! Fran's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Looks like you've admitted it all - everyone, take him away!" Shure's anxious maintenance of the Golden Finch obviously put him in a very difficult situation.

Fran was turning her head and looking at Shuer's eyes full of surprise, and she was still struggling to say something, but soon her eyes went dark - the villagers behind her gave her a stuffy stick.

"You—she's from the same village as you!" Shure helped Fran with a slight change in his eyes.

But he soon fell too—a stuffy stick from the other side.

Looking at the two men who had fallen one after another, Tyreth raised his hand—one and the "culprit" who had just caused Shuer's coma — a sword.

"I'll give you a hand. Tyrese laughed harmlessly.

The boss is so insidious—the members of his mercenary team thought in unison, embarrassed.

"Take him with me, too!" said the man who knew the leader was quick to add.

"???" Wait, isn't he on their side?!

"If you look so ugly and make more trouble, there must be a problem!"

Tyres: "...... I'll fuck your uncle!"

There is a saying that you are guilty of your own sin, and you shall not live.

【②】

He dreams about things occasionally.

Sky.

The sky stretches as far as the eye can see—like a wasteland. If it weren't for the blue sky and white clouds, he would certainly think it was a wasteland.

Why?

Desolation, high in the sky, in the longed-for sky, he heard something that seemed to be called an ode—from far and near, impossible to ignore.

He can't say that he likes it, and he can't say that he doesn't like it.

- I used to prefer the latter, but gradually, his mood changed a little.

As if hoping to find something in the sea of clouds, until the ......

Falling from the sea of clouds, shattered bones.

【③】

Sand......

Shul slowly opened his eyes, his thick and slender golden eyelashes trembling.

Everything in his vision grew clearer until he could see—

It seems to be an altar.

"Oh, little brother, are you awake?"

The voice in the ear......

It seems to be.

"Tyres?" Shure searched for the direction of the voice, and eventually found that it was coming from behind him - but he couldn't turn his head because ......

He was trapped in iron chains on a pillar, and with him, the person who was bound in the opposite direction of him was none other than Tyres.

Ah, the way of heaven is good reincarnation.

Shul probably remembered how he had fainted, surprised that Tyres's blow had made him faint for so long, and on the other hand, surprised that the village's Sleep Festival ritual was exactly what he had imagined.

Sacrifices were made to some "sinful people" to soothe the god of harvest who was about to sleep.

Shur raised his head slightly, looking at the silent villagers under the altar.

These villagers participate in this ritual every year, and such sacrifices have long been commonplace.

"I guess they usually sacrifice the sinful people of the village, but they just can't find anyone this year. Tyres's voice rang out again.

"Ah, I thought they were going to sacrifice the former village chief and the priestess. Shul smiled wryly.

His voice, neither high nor low, reached the ears of the villagers, causing their expressions to change.

But the piety required by the ritual made their faces not change in particular.

Seeing this, Shuer couldn't help but sigh.

"Fool the people!" the village chief appeared—he still looked as weak as Shur had seen him the first time, "Look! sinners who have stolen holy relics!

"Ahem, wait, my arm is a little itchy, can anyone scratch it for me. Tyres said suddenly.

The corners of the village chief's mouth twitched, and he looked around: "Hey, which of you is going to help him." ”

With that, a villager reluctantly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help Tyrese scratch it.

"What do you think it is?

"Hey, hey, what kind of technology!"

Tyres screamed.

"Hmph, anyway, we'll use blood and fire—"

"Hey, wait, wait, scratch the other hand—" Tyreth said suddenly, and when the other party reluctantly helped him deal with it, he remembered to ask the village chief, "Your holy relics were stolen, couldn't it be that the priestess stole them?"

The village chief didn't speak for a while.

Shure thought that Tyres had guessed something.

It's really strange, I feel that the captain of this mercenary team who is greedy for life and afraid of death seems to have a very simple brain-it doesn't look as ...... Stupid?

"You don't need to know this!" the village chief was a little angry, "in short, you must be guilty of your sin. ”

"Hey, it's too light......," Tyrese continued, "Hey, brother of the village, seriously, haven't you thought about using some magic to find that priestess?"

“......”

"If I say-you're too strong, get out of here, I can't bear it-you shouldn't be so vague about finding some guards, anyway......"

"Come on, just burn them for me!"

......

it, let's get out of it.

Shur looked at the sky a little helplessly.