"Do you really believe those two weird guys?" said Dominic, in a low voice. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I know you're always trying to doubt everything, but why can't you let them try?" said Golantis. "What's more, you're all people who can easily tell the pretender. But as you can see, there is no air of pretenders on those two men. ”

"I'm not doubting this. Dominic shook his head.

Golantis suddenly felt very interesting, she put down the quill in her hand, turned slightly to the side, and asked with interest. "Then why do you have some preconceptions about those two people? just plain cautious?"

"That's true. Dominic nodded slightly. "Lord Golantis, I'm not trying to doubt everything. Rather, I can't agree with leaving the task of searching for the pretender to an unrelated person. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"To put it realistically, they are not systematically trained by the Order of the Clergy, and even if they do encounter the impostor hiding in the crowd, I don't think they will be able to detect each other. But according to God's will, they were not revealed. Dominic always had an unmistakable expression on his face.

"Do you know why the Bishop chose this method? I mean having Evie deliver the Notice of Mandate to the Duchy Commissioner for public release. Instead of responding positively to Dominic's words, Golantis asked rhetorically.

Dominic was stunned, to be honest, he really didn't expect Golantis to ask this suddenly. His face sank, very upset. "It is a pity that I have always opposed such an approach by His Holiness Bishop. ”

"I think the Bishop did this to give a warning to the pretenders hiding in Huttonmar. As you know, some of the homeless children in Huttonmaar have recently disappeared for no apparent reason. While there is no clear evidence that they did it, we have to consider any possibility. In fact, this matter also attracted the attention of the principality. But it was clear that they couldn't devote too much energy to dealing with it. Golantis kept smiling, unconcerned by Dominic's complaint-like statements.

Dominic silently closed the doctrine in his hand, and hadn't looked at it since Evie had come in with two strange guys. Now, knowing the more details, he could no longer concentrate on reading the doctrine. "I know, but I'm not going to give up. Dominic walked to the solid wood door and whispered.

"If you have time, go find Boken. Golantis reminded.

"Boken, why are you looking for him?" asked Dominic, looking back.

As the Principality's secret envoy, he is also currently investigating the cause of the disappearance of the wandering children. So I think it would have been a lot easier if you could work with him. Remember, act stealthily and never alarm the pretenders who may exist. ”

"Then what is the purpose of the Bishop in finding a client who has nothing to do with the Order?" Dominic smiled sarcastically.

Golantis replied with a flat expression. "Obviously, we can't dig into the truth from just one angle, and even if the children's disappearance has nothing to do with the pretenders, their very existence can be a threat. ”

"I see, if I have time. Dominic turned the doorknob and walked out.

With the sound of the door shut, Grantis in the room couldn't help but shake his head slightly. "Dominic, I hope you will not misinterpret the doctrine and the revelation that God has revealed to you. She turned her head away, looked at the colorful windows, and muttered. "May God's blessings be with you......"

The thug squeezed through the crowd with an iron rod in his hand, like a rhinoceros ready to attack. When Warhammer saw this, he jumped down from the vendor's stall and ran, nimbly dodging the basket full of vegetables on the ground and another thug with a wooden stick coming at him. Seeing this, the thug turned his head and looked at Blackburn behind him with his angry eyes wide open. The latter subconsciously stepped back, his back touching the solid wall of the stall.

"Eugene!" Warhammer shouted, jumping out of the crowd and turning back from the other side of the crowd when he realized Blackburn hadn't followed.

"God, Warhammer, what good have you done?" Blackburn asked in a panic, who would have imagined that after receiving an inexplicable commission, he would suddenly be attacked by a mob of unknown origin?

"Nothing. Warhammer rushed in three steps and two steps, smashed the thug who was about to open Blackburn with an iron rod, and took Blackburn's hand and ran into the gap in the crowd. "It's just that I had some conflicts with those guys when I was drinking in the tavern before!"

"Why do you have to cause trouble?" Blackburn reproached loudly.

"Those guys are laughing at my incompetent robots, bastards!" Warhammer scolded, still not slowing down.

"I won't let you go, you weird masked bastard!" the thug's roar rang out behind him.

They chased after them, the vendors and customers they had knocked down cursed behind them, and the warhammer nearly knocked down a child at his feet, though he jumped over him at the last moment. The thug who was in hot pursuit gave the child one more look, and then continued to chase the two men. The warhammer ran through the fence at breakneck speed, like an arrow off the string. Those who could not see him only saw his studded jacket reflecting a blinding glow in the sun. It was now clear that the thugs were slow enough to keep up with the dexterous rabbit-like warhammer.

Warhammer saw Blackburn change direction in a hurry, deftly burrowing through the gaps in the planks of the fence and running towards the tent that was used as a slaughterhouse and butcher's shop. The thugs saw it, too, and they jumped over the fence and began to try to get past the slightly chaotic crowd of customers who wanted to buy fresh meat. But it was clear that they couldn't catch up.

Warhammer stopped abruptly and shouted at the thugs who were still struggling to crowd the crowd, and he spat on the ground, his hands outstretching his middle fingers, and once again spitting out a foul language. When Blackburn came to him from the other side of the fence, he cursed a third time, which was even worse than the previous two. Then he raised his right hand and made a playful beckon to the thugs. "Goodbye, gentlemen, and happy crowding!"

Unfortunately, he may have been overconfident, as another slimmer thug had already circled from the other side and attacked them before they could spot him. As the weapon was unleashed, Warhammer noticed that something was wrong. He immediately shoved Blackburn aside with a single palm, and at the same time raised his leg and kicked the guy's weapon, a stubby wooden club.

The thug had apparently not expected Warhammer to confront his weapons with his bare hands, and a second of stunned thought had already given Warhammer enough of a chance. Without even thinking about it, he reached out his fist in his direction, jumped up and slammed his fist into the back of the guy's neck. The thug fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Whoever thinks he's going to win ends up like this!" Warhammer scoffed. "Hello, Rice Worm! How does it feel? Great, isn't it? So, should we do it again? It's free!" Warhammer punched the guy in the back.

Blackburn came up from behind and hurriedly grabbed the warhammer who wanted to have fun, "Let's go, Warhammer, the guards are coming." ”

"Good luck guy, see you next time!" Warhammer spat and followed Blackburn in the opposite direction of the Duchy guards who were heading here.