Maffeo wasn't sure of the true identity of the red-robed and fierce-speaking creature, but after the sudden appearance of two clergy from Huttonmar Cathedral, he determined that the red-robed guy was just a reptile who was spreading some self-contained remarks to the public in the name of God. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't even want to think of that guy as human, and right now, he could describe the red-robed man with any word that would define a person as scum.

Schultz spat out some foul and vicious language at the red-robed man who was being escorted by Dominic as he gradually moved away, and he took this way as a vent. For some reason, speaking insults to Maffeo was like touching a sensitive nerve, and he didn't want to hear those insulting words.

"Great, Maffeo!" Warhammer ran up to the trio, almost jumping in excitement. "You know what? It's more than enough to just refute him, and you're going to have to spit in his face. If the situation allows, you might be able to scare him into cutting off his tongue and shoving a ball of cotton down the guy's throat. Or, call Walter to bite his ass. In short, there are many ways you can deal with him. ”

"If I do that, then I won't really become a demon, and besides, what's the point of doing that?" Maffeo spread his hands helplessly, although he was inexplicably unhappy and irritated with the red-robed man, but Warhammer's method was too intense for him.

"Do you care so much about other people's definitions? You just need to know that it doesn't matter. Warhammer gestured hand and foot.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going back. Maffeo lowered his head, bowed as if he had been weighed down by a weight, and walked half-dead to the guild.

"Alright, Warhammer. Not everyone can adapt to your approach, after all, your approach is too violent and intense. They don't want to be recognized, it's just that no one is a saint, and perhaps they occasionally want to refute such insulting words. But this is only a small probability, and most of the time, have you seen them busy arguing with those who are biased?" Freya said to Warhammer with a hint of reproach in her tone.

Warhammer fell silent, no longer dancing like before. "This ...... I can't think of a better answer. ”

"She's right, Warhammer. Fett walked past him, whispered, and slung the knife over his shoulder—there were still some coagulated blood stains on the back of the scabbard, and the commission to hunt the robbers was not even a task for several people. But who would have known that such an upsetting thing would happen when he returned?, Freya thought, and Maffeo might not be in the mood to go out and exercise his body again today. She sighed and called Schultz to follow Fitt and leave.

Blackburn couldn't comfort Maffeo because he was already far away, his pace fast and heavy. His face was a little pale, but he didn't move. He saw—like all people—that Maffeo was hiding his displeasure with a seemingly busy pace, and Blackburn didn't know whether he was right or wrong to do so. The results of his actions would be very different for people with different ideas, but he didn't want to think too much about them for Maffeo, which was something he needed to think about.

Warhammer turned and wiped his hands, as a drunkard had accidentally spilled liquor on his hands during the crowd. "Let's go, we're going to have to get some preparation for the cute Boss Carter to have my front teeth knocked out. ”

"What are you going to do?" Blackburn asked, and while he thought that settling the Order's commission was the most important thing to do at the moment, Warhammer was like that, and he was willing to sleep with a monster once he decided on a target.

"First, we need to figure out the whereabouts of that bastard. Warhammer gritted his teeth, Blackburn had never seen him feel so angry at something, so he was sure that Warhammer hated the ugly act of selling children. "Then, at some perfect time, I'll give him my big gift. The fist of the warhammer crunched.

"Are you alright, Warhammer?"

"I'm fine, just thinking about that guy's behavior gives me the urge to blow up his house. yes, if it weren't for what he did, I might have actually blown up his house with a self-destructing robot. That guy is a piece of shit, and slitting his throat is the greatest mercy for him. Warhammer scolded.

"Calm down, Warhammer, impulsiveness can be bad. ”

"I know, let's go. ”

Golantis looked at the red-robed man with an uncertain expression, and honestly, she didn't expect this guy to blaspheme in that way. The Order strictly forbids any clergy or ordinary person to disseminate any speech to the public in the name of God, and it is absolutely not allowed. And this guy easily violated the taboos of almost all priests, but at this time, he didn't seem to have the guts.

"Why spread unfavorable remarks against the ghost swordsman in the name of the gods?" asked Golantis, not feeling angry, calmly.

The red-robed man snorted and cautiously glanced at Dominic standing beside him, the other party's uncertain expression made him retract his eyes the next second he saw the other party, and for a moment he almost thought that God was watching him. "I ...... I ......" He slurred, his palms trembling, his eyes nervously scanning back and forth to observe the reactions of Golantis and the others.

"It's good for both of us to speak up quickly. Dominic said coldly.

A trace of cold sweat left from the corner of the red-robed man's forehead, "Actually...... It was some weird guy who made me do that......" he said cautiously.

"Strange fellow, can you be specific?" asked Golantis, her expression becoming very serious.

"The guys covered their faces with hoods, and I couldn't see their faces clearly. Their whereabouts are very strange, and I usually don't get a chance to meet them. They told me that I would be paid a certain amount of money if I was willing to spread some unfavorable remarks against the ghost swordsman to the public at Huttonmar Square. Honestly, I'm a poor man, and I can't even afford a glass of wine......" His voice trembled, as if he was really pleading with God.

"Didn't they tell you why?" asked Evie.

However, Dominic spoke before the red-robed man, "I think it's pretty clear, Evie. He pointed to the red-robed man. "This guy is just an ordinary person, not a believer in God at all. All he wanted was money, and as he had said, the strange guys had paid him a certain amount of money and sent him to Huttonmar Square to spread bad news about the ghost swordsman. ”

"Of course I know that, but who are those strange creatures, and why are they targeting ghost swordsmen?"

"Well, I don't think there's a result of arguing here. Golantis stood up from behind his desk, rested his quill on the inkwell, and set his eyes on the red-robed man. "I ask you, if you were to take us to meet those strange guys, would you be able to do it?"

The red-robed man immediately shook his head like a rattle, "No way, those guys are particularly sensitive to whether or not I'm being followed. I remember one time, it was just a drunken guy I bumped into who followed me all the time, and the group of guys canceled their plans to meet. ”

"Sounds a bit tricky, do you know anything else?" Golantis was reluctant to give up.

"No, that's all I know, really. There was a hint of pleading in the red-robed man's tone.

Dominic seemed to want to have a seizure, but Golantis immediately winked at Evie. The latter stepped forward and stood between Dominic and the red-robed man, who faced the red-robed man and slowly raised her right hand and looked at him with pity. "God will forgive you for your sins, depart, you who have gone astray, and may you be able to get back on track in the future. ”

At first, the red-robed man was a little stunned, he thought that this was the judgment of the priests. But when Evie calmly lowered her right hand, he realized that he had been forgiven by God. This was already a gift to him at this time, so he stood up, bowed gratefully to the three of them, and hurried out of the room where he felt the majesty of God all the time.