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"It's boring......"

Lamberts glanced up at the lady who was sighing at the bar, who had been lying there motionless since then, just enough of the sun to shine into the bar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lowering his head, he checked on the table again, yesterday a drunkard vomited here, making him nauseous, under Cynthia's instructions, after kicking the dead ghost out of the door, he wiped and wiped it, but this morning he still felt a strange smell, so he was idle and wiped it hard.

"I hate Mulin, and I don't have a business at this time. Lamberts turned a deaf ear to Cynthia's muttering to herself, and washed her hand towels in the bucket.

For this Nanling people's Mulin Festival, although Lamberts and Cynthia are not natives of Nanling, they have gradually understood a general idea.

The Mulin Festival is similar to the Winter Solstice Festival of the Empire, it is also a festival to celebrate the end of the year, family reunion, except for those who have no fixed home, everyone will go home to reunite with their families, and the bar that represents the spirit of the prodigal son who is not drunk and does not return home, when this time comes, of course, no one comes.

But it wouldn't be right to say that no one was coming, Lamberts thought, and then looked up, squinting, and looking into the shadows of the alley in the distance.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

Lamberts subconsciously raised his head, a middle-aged man he had never seen before, followed by a lovely lady, dressed in clothes that were perfect for Nanling. But judging from the workmanship and details, the clothes were definitely not something that ordinary people and small businessmen could afford to wear.

And what do such people come to this humble little bar for?

Lamberts dropped the rag in his hand and stood up.

"What do you want?" Cynthia lay on the bar and didn't bother to move, perhaps because she was feeling sick and homesick, Lamberts felt that the proprietress today was always in no energy.

"I'm looking for someone. The middle-aged man took off his hat.

"Looking for someone, there are no guests here today?" Cynthia was a little surprised, and finally raised her head.

But at this moment, Lamberts had already put away the surprise on his face and greeted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at Lamberts with his hat: "The person I'm looking for, isn't this coming?"

At Cynthia's astonished gaze, Lamberts nodded at her, and pushed the middle-aged man out of the bar.

Pulling the middle-aged man to a corner where no one was around, Lamberts estimated that the distance was almost now, and Cynthia, who was still going to open a store, probably couldn't follow, so he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man-

"Waceru......" Lamberts looked at the man and silently called out the other man's name.

"I've only met once at your Inquisitor's inauguration, and I didn't expect you to remember me. The middle-aged man looked at Lamberts and said with a gentle, non-threatening smile.

"What are you doing here, to humiliate me?" Lamberts, however, did not dare to let his guard down, he did not dare to underestimate the famous Divinely Granted Duke [Caterina's Hound]. This famous mechanized soldier once single-handedly took out an entire squadron of rebellious paladins in one fell swoop. Lamberts didn't think that now that he had completely lost his divine power, he was left with only brute strength, and he could fight better than those paladins of the Holy Thorn Knights.

"No...... How could it be. Today, I'm just visiting Duke Caterina to visit his subordinates who suddenly left, after all, today is also a festival in Nanling. Wenceru nodded, and he couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart when he saw that Lamberts didn't say anything despite his gloomy face. Some people only need a smooth ride in their life to achieve their talents, while some people can only really grind away the unnecessary edges and corners of their bodies after a round of complete defeat. It seems that Leobert made the right decision, and Lamberts is doing well these days, at least much better than he thought.

"Also, hard work. This is the fare for the journey back to the Holy City. After saying that, Wenceru got back to business, put his hand into his bosom, and then took out a small bag of gold coins from the open secret box and handed it to Lamberts.

Lamberts could discern what was in his hand with just a flick, and he could tell that the money in the bag was not only enough for him to go back to the Holy City, but more than enough for a round trip.

"What do you mean by that?" but feeling the other party's kindness, Lamberts was a little unable to pull his face, "The failure of this mission is all my responsibility, has the famous Iron Duke suddenly changed sex?"

“...... You're the son of that Lord Leobert, and although he excommunicated you, no one thinks his decision is serious, it's almost enough, go back as soon as you can—Southridge is going to be in chaos, and I think you understand that it's no longer appropriate for you to stay here. ”

Wenceru explained, and with the rest of his eyes he looked at a few unobtrusive spots in the street outside Nolan Jire.

"You may not know it, but you probably noticed something unusual. In fact, this bar was opened by the mistress of Sir Silver Rose, and the truth-level black knights around her have been staring at you for a long time. So get out of here, you can't do anything right now. ”

Hearing Wenceru's words, Lamberts was stunned, "What did you say?!...... Miss Cynthia?!"

Lamberts' eyes suddenly turned red, and he grabbed Wenceru's collar: "Are you sure?!, Miss Cynthia, did you save me because of that bastard of Evanian?!!!!

Wenceru gently pinched Lamberts' wrist. The steel palm squeaked Lamberts' right wrist, but Wenceru's eyes were calm: "I don't know about this, the answer should be in your own heart, isn't it?"

Lamberts snorted coldly and let go of his hand.

"Don't try to do anything superfluous, that Miss Cynthia can't kill her with your abilities, and she doesn't need your protection. ”

With a nod to Lamberts, Wenceru put on his hat and left with the girl beside him.

Lamberts looked at his departing back with complicated eyes, then suddenly glanced at Nolan Jier in the distance with a gloomy face, and then covered the bruise on his right hand and slowly walked towards the small bar façade.

"Mr. Vátsru, is that man really a former paladin?" After leaving Nolan Jire, the girl who had been following Vátsru finally spoke.

The girl has beautiful blood-colored eyes and medium-long blond hair. At this time, she was looking at Wenceru with those red eyes: "I feel that in that person's heart, there are negative emotions. ”

"Hmm...... Is that so......" Wenceru turned his head to look behind him, and at this time, Lamberts had already walked back to the bar, and among the several breaths guarding Nolan Jier, several branches also branched out and followed.

"Forget it, he is just a tool for Duke Caterina to courtship the Supreme Bishop of Leobert, and we can't let his problems cause our real mission to fail. ”

Wenceru subconsciously touched the inconspicuous scar on his chin: "How many people are there behind us?"

The girl closed her eyes and touched it: "Three people, one is a beginner in truth, one is a high-level magic swordsman, and the other is a mid-level storm warlock. ”

"Stormor?" Vaterull nodded thoughtfully, "Southridge Resistance's intelligence seems to be stronger than I thought, and there's one more condition for putting pressure on that Sir Ian. ”

Wenceru gently pressed the brim of his hat: "Since we have been targeted, then let's go directly to the Duke's Palace." ”

"That guy Abel, I'm probably in a hurry. ”

"Ahh

The silver-haired priest sneezed heavily.

"What's wrong? Father Abel, do you have a cold?" Kate asked Abel casually, and then frowned, looking at the mahjong in his hand, this bad hand is still some distance away from thirteen not matching, but there is no possibility of making cards other than making seven pairs, just looking at this hand, she already wants to abandon the draw.

"It's nothing, it just feels like someone is thinking about me, ahh...... It's been a long time since I've had such a paid vacation, and I'm so happy. Abel gently pushed his glasses, and then followed Kate who was the east, and typed out an "eight".

Abel's next house is Glensie, and the grave keeper girl groped for a card, and then turned it sideways: "...... Riichi. ”

"Double upright?!" Acelan shook her hand, and the card she had just drawn fell off, and she glanced at it with some annoyance, "Four cylinders." ”

Seeing that the situation in the West family was not good, Kate frowned and abandoned the peace: "Four cylinders." ”

Abel also discarded: "Four cylinders." ”

Gran Xue touched a card with a blank face, then picked it up and looked at it: "......"

The pile of cards was knocked down, and the cards in his hand were "four cylinders".

“...... One shot, double standing, door clearing, broken unit, peaceful, three-color, a cup mouth, red treasure 2, finch head treasure 2......"

"I'll go ......" the faces of the other three were already wooden.

Glansie lifted Libao: "Libao 2." 13 Rounds of Servitude Completed-"

"32,000 points, 16,000, 1,000 ......"

"Uh, damn it......" Kate covered her face and lay on the mahjong table, "and was knocked away in the east wind game......"

Abel patted Kate on the shoulder.

But Kate, who had been beaten to the point of no morale, couldn't lift her spirits: "Don't comfort me, Father Abel, it's just a game, I won't be hit as hard as before......"

She looked up a little lazily and glanced at Abel, but the silver-haired priest did not look at her, but pointed in the direction of the prison gate with a pale face, and could no longer speak......

"Huh?" Kate glanced back, then jumped up instantly, her eyes full of incredulity, "Father Wenceru?!"

Then I instantly recalled the mahjong behind her, and the cold sweat on her back came down with a brush.

"Father, listen to me, ......!" Kate tried to hide the table behind her with her body as she racked her brains for excuses, but it was too late......

Wenceru silently looked at the table surrounded by four people in the middle, and then glanced at the cell where chess and poker were thrown everywhere, and barely squeezed out a smile: "I've always had a hard time because you lost your freedom in prison, but I didn't expect you to have a good time......"

The excuse that was about to come out of Kate's throat was all stuck in her throat at once-

That's right, their dignified church judges, who are not even afraid of dying in battle, were defeated by such a simple temptation, and indulged in the waste of time for a long time......

Looking at the black-haired teenager who poked his head out from behind Wenceru and beckoned to her with a smile on his face, Kate gritted her teeth: "Bastard Evan Ian...... Actually calculated us...... The old lady is not finished with you......"

ps：

The day before it was put on the shelf, I had a fever and put the update code out...... I don't want to complain anymore.

That's right, the key word in the previous sentence is not complaining, not high fever, but-

The Saints are finally on the shelves!

Wipe your tears~

I've always wanted to wait for the strong push to put it on the shelves, but judging from the current drop in the average number of members, it is great that the Saints can have 200 for the first order in 24 hours.

So the saints ended up on the shelves in friendship......

Generally speaking, there should be a shelf testimonial, but I'm not pushing it to the shelf, so it's not so formal, and it's in line with the style of the saints to just scribble at the end of the chapter.

In a word...... What do you say...... It's not going to be sensational outside the book...... (Drag away...... ）

Well...... In short, let's put it simply, I don't deny that the book of the saints, like the previous 300,000-word testimonial, was written to make money.

So when 300,000 words hit the street, I really wanted to be a eunuch=. =

However, as Evan Ian once said in the text, because of personal reasons, he started and gradually stopped writing for himself.

So if there are no accidents, the saints should finish writing, but only "if there are no accidents in reality." ”

To be honest, I wrote three books seriously, and there are really many accidents in reality......

For example, failing a course...... For example, the account is lost......

When the east line was on the shelves, the results of the first semester of the sophomore year just came out, and then I knelt directly on the ground.

And then that period of time should be regarded as a period of quite miserable personal life, in order not to repeat the grade, I took the exam twenty or something in one go...... I remember being so stressed that I couldn't breathe.

And then the girl's sword code word was also very tragic.,The school had a hemorrhagic fever at the time.,While updating,The tragic memories of writing a suicide note don't want to have anymore=。 =

Life, you are such bullshit, but I love you so sincerely and deeply.

To be honest, the Eastern Front has never received a manuscript fee from there, and the saint has written 600,000 words, and the remuneration received is not as much as my comics' 3,000 words, nor is it as much as the mobile game script of less than 60,000 words and 10,000 5 words.

But in the book of Saints, I spent the most energy.

Sometimes when I look at the book review area, I also wonder if this makes those leaders feel the realm of the heart of one person and the heart of tens of millions.

When I wrote the chapter on Ewen Ian's Theory of Happiness, I didn't want to write it so sensational, but I cried when I wrote it, although I felt disgusted when I read it later, but sometimes it was heartfelt words.

The saints have 5,000 collections, and at least 2,000 readers have condensed the hearts, how many are there in 2,000?

At least I didn't have that many people at my high school school.

At that time, there were 1,500 readers on the Eastern Front, and if you added a group at random, you could meet the bastards who urged the change.

The girl sword has 600 readers, but the number of people who are urged to change is no less than that of the Eastern Front.

And there are so many people who know the saints, who know the book, that is enough.

Without your support, this book of saints would not have come to this point.

And in this regard, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks:

Those readers who have voted for me, liked me, written book reviews, rewarded me, and voted for reviews.

The long list of fans in the Hall of Honor of the Saints, which is seen every day, and the daily growth of the Saints' clicks and recommendations, can now be seen by just a glance.

I'm not afraid of your jokes, I once did oolong, got up and glanced at the number of recommendations and clicks. I thought, today is Friday, right?

Then I came back from class, waited stupidly until 2 o'clock, refreshed the page, and said to the group: "Is anyone recommended to come down?"

It wasn't until then that someone sprayed me, and I didn't know, "What day of the week is today, and you're going to make a recommendation?"

It turned out that on that day, without any recommendation, the saints doubled in all their categories.

At this time, I reacted, probably because I asked for a collection and recommendation.

So, turn your head and see, there's really enough nonsense.

The gratitude is endless, stop, stop.

Please continue to support the saints, bow.

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