There is a white town northwest of Sertiana, and the houses in the town are all built of white moon stone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info this town is called Baishi Town.

To the north of White Rock is a wilderness, and on this day people have come to the wilderness. A big rally is going on here. Knights in full costume, minotaurs with shields held high, dwarves with hammers hanging from their waists, scantily clad goblins。。。。。。 Every inhabitant of Whitestone, even the dwarf goblin warriors, rode their Wind Sheep mounts into the wilderness.

"Good day, my friend. Knight Owen clenched his right hand into a fist and touched it lightly on his chest, this is a simplified knight etiquette, but Owen thinks that this etiquette is enough in White Rock Town, and no one in White Rock Town needs a silver third-order light knight to perform a full salute.

Owen's smile was amiable, giving a smile to everyone across from him, "May the heart of light shine on every corner of White Rock Town." ”

Today is the day of decision in Whitestone, and Owen is the adjudicator of the day. Owen took off his knight's uniform and put on a loose white linen robe with a pointed hat on his head. Pick up the rod of judgment, which symbolizes fairness, from the table.

It was noon, and a shadow the size of a small disc was at Owen's feet.

"Let's go. Owen raised his white staff of judgment aloft in the air.

Suddenly, there was a roar of a motor in the northwest of the wilderness, and then a thick cloud of black smoke rose. A burning smell spread across the wilderness. A rusty black iron golem rushed towards the crowd. The newly broken arm of the black iron puppet in the sunlight was clearly cracked and bright as a mirror.

"Morgritte, you scum, stand up for me. The black iron golem did not start braking until ten meters away from the crowd, only to hear a creaking sound, and the black iron golem left a long black stench of friction in the wilderness. This is the smell of alchemical materials extracted from a tree on the island of Luzon when rubbed against the sand and gravel in the wilderness.

Owen covered his nose with his white-gloved right hand, disgusted by the stench of the alchemical material. However, in other places outside of White Rock Town, there are some people who enjoy the smell of this alchemical material after it is burned. There are even people who burn this alchemical material in the bedroom, supposedly just to smell it. "It's such an unbearable quirk. ”

There was a shrill cry from inside the black iron golem, a bang. The black iron golem pushed open a window, and two pointy, green ears emerged from the window.

"Morgritte, you rust of the Western Ghats, you little man. You stand up for me. The green ears rose a little higher, and out of the black iron golem's window came a green goblin covered in oil. His ears fluttered regularly.

Owen remembered a Seltiana slang saying: If a pair of pointed ears start to shake, it's a goblin's rage burning.

The goblin's face was covered in oil, and only two large shiny eyes could see clearly. There was a loud laugh from the crowd in the wilderness.

"Who is that monster, I don't remember when a strange Mr. Goblin came to White Rock Town. Someone said.

"I've heard that a new goblin ruin has been discovered to the north of White Rock Town, did you come from there? "There was a talk in the wilderness.

"But that thing looks weird. It's ugly. A lady holding an ice silk handkerchief in her right hand laughed.

From time to time, laughter rang out among the crowd in the wilderness, and the voices grew louder and louder, and some people began to point.

The goblin on the black iron golem angrily took out a wrench and struck it on the black iron golem beneath him. There was a burst of sparks, and the black iron golem did not change at all except for a little rust dropping.

"Quiet, quiet. Owen raised his white staff of judgment and instantly soothered a tranquilizer. This is a basic entry-level divine skill that can replenish mental power to companions on the battlefield. Although the amount of supplementation is small, it lasts for a long time. With Owen's current ability, his instantaneous tranquilizer could continue to provide half an hour of mental replenishment to those within a radius of fifty yards around him.

In an instant, the people around Owen were aware of the changes in their bodies, and their minds became clearer, and they could clearly recall the things they couldn't remember in the past. The noise died down, the crowd in the wilderness fell silent, and Owen was so pleased with his performance that he had been reminded many times. The first time someone lifted the white Staff of Judgment, he was trampled on by an angry crowd and broke his leg due to mishandling. This was the first time Owen had raised the Staff of Judgment. It cost him ten gold moores for this experience. It works very well.

A satisfied smile appeared on Owen's handsome face. "Name, Mr. Goblin, please say your name. Owen's tone trembled a little, he was a little too nervous. So much so that he forgot to say honorifics. In the knight's quotation, when asking a question, you should say, "You!" Instead of saying, "You." ”

No one in Whitestone cares if a knight asks questions with honorifics, and Owen decides to pay attention to this question in the future. He didn't want to go back and let that affect his internship. Although the people in White Rock Town who know this are almost non-existent.

"Miki, I'm Miki. The oily goblin's ears stopped shaking, and they bounced on the back of their heads before falling silent.

"Good day, Miki-kun. Do you have any questions you need help with?"

"I need compensation, I swear I do. Miki, whose face was covered in oil, quickly jumped onto the black iron golem's arm, stretched out his thin green legs, and kicked on the arm of the black iron golem that had been severed. There was only a clang, and the broken arm fell above the wilderness, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Miki, whose face was covered in oil, bent over and jumped to the ground with a thud. He straightened up to the black iron golem's calf. "Short man from the Western Ghats, come out. You should stand up and face your vows. ”

For a goblin, a man in the wilderness is too tall for him. All he could see was legs, but there were legs all around.

"Morgritte, you thousand-year-old rust, you should stand up and face your oath. "The little goblins, covered in oil, began to flutter regularly in their ears. "You remember your oath, you remember your oath. ”