"Looks like you don't like summer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's stuffy like a steamer, who would love the experience, the cold winter is much cuter than it. ”

Harry subconsciously answered the man's question.

But when did someone have someone by his side?

"Huh?!"

"When did you come in, this is a forbidden area of the Holy See of Light, how did you get in. ”

Seeing Harry's look of me about to shout, the white-haired man who looked like he had sneaked in was finally moved, and he covered Harry's mouth in time to make a booing motion.

It wasn't until Harry wasn't struggling that he relieved himself of the mouth that was covering Harry.

"Who the hell are you? Why did you enter here? ”

"Who do you ask me? Don't you know my reputation that resounded across the continent?"

Who knows who you are, Harry complained to himself about the strange man who was immersed in narcissism.

Anyway, wasn't he taken away by the Templars just now, and why was he here.........?

Harry, who thought about it carefully, frowned, put away his playful expression, and his attitude was solemn, this person was probably an intruder.

The last incident had taught Harry a big lesson, and it was impossible for him not to reflect on himself and be wary of such unknown people.

"Calm down, I'm not the intruder you think, on the contrary, I'm still a resident here. ”

Seeing Harry's vigilant look, the white-haired man explained.

However, such perfunctory words still did not make Harry let down his guard, but made Harry make a gesture that he was about to start fighting.

"I said I'm not an enemy, why do you still look like you're attacking at any time? ”

The white-haired man was puzzled, he had already said that he was not an enemy, why did he make such a dangerous appearance.

If he hadn't been restrained by the agreement that should have been, he would have slapped the little kid to death without saying a word.

In the past few days, he finally saw the sinister truth of people's hearts, and was first beaten by a group of fanatical believers.

It's just a bad word about this goddess, these fanatical believers will beat themselves when they fuck the guy, but he is also a dragon standing on the top of the continent, it's all a damn agreement.

Although the attacks of these believers did not hurt at all, it was still very unpleasant to be beaten by such an ant-like group of humans.

The great being who realized the danger that day, he, the dragon, awakened, he was a symbol of existence that could destroy a nation in an instant, a symbol of disaster and might, a race feared by humans.

I didn't expect that these humans, who would die with a slight tap, would be rude to themselves.

Is there anything wrong with eating something? Isn't it just that you don't give money, humans are so stingy.

Isn't it wrong to look at women? Isn't it just casually touching their butts, humans are so stingy.

Isn't it wrong to tell the truth? Doesn't it mean that their goddess is actually a very sinister person, and humans are so stingy.

......... According to the accusation of the sect, the dragon in human form made many great mistakes in the city of light, and the believers were not polite to him at all, and judged those who insulted the goddess.

And Harry didn't know about his, no matter who he was, anyway, he just knew that this person was unknown and dangerous.

"I don't care who you are, honestly raise your hands for me, squat by the wall, I won't think about beating you up. ”

"Human, do you know who I am? I am the ......... of the legendary wind"

"Bang!"

Before the white-haired man could finish speaking, Harry punched him into the wall.

If violence could silence the deranged man, Harry wouldn't mind punching him.

"Really, this man has a problem with his head. ”

Harry muttered as he looked at the white-haired man who had been dragged away by the Templars again.

Okay, now we can go see Doloris and them.

Harry regained his strength, and looking at the heat outside, he took a firm step.

"Harry, you stinky boy is finally here. ”

"What the hell are you doing?"

Harry held out a hand on his forehead, pretending to be a hat to block the sun, and watched a group of white-robed magicians busy on the altar, and his doubts rose.

"What else can I do, of course, is to repair the magic array of the altar, you get out of the way first, block me. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Harry stepped back, but was embarrassed to get in the way of another magician's repairs.........

Well, it's not Harry's style to make trouble for others, so Harry honestly retreats to safety and watches them busy.

The safe area was by the outermost pillar of the altar, and Harry leaned against the pillar and watched them.

The white-robed magicians seemed to be using a kind of magic that could leave traces on the surface of the stone slabs, and everyone was moving in an orderly manner according to their own path, and Miral and Doloris were not idle, and it seemed that both of them had a very important role to play.

In Harry's eyes, it seemed like a big painting project, and he was trying to carve something on the floor, whether he was practicing his drawing skills, Harry thought boredly.

"Harry, don't be idle when you come, hurry up and replenish your mana, you're a little short of manpower. ”

Harry wasn't idle either, he quickly let out a "whoow" and ran to the group of people who had a bad face because their magic was exhausted, and used his "giving" skills.

Miral, like a captain of the team, commanded another group of mages to take over the positions of the previous mages who had run out of mana, and continued their work.

The painting-like project was carried out nervously in the hot noon, the air breathed became more and more stuffy, and the sweat clearly appeared on the faces of everyone on the scene.

Harry's job isn't easy, supplementing, supplementing, replenishing, replenishing the magic of those magicians who have been replaced in batches is very draining.

Harry and the priests who replenish the magic belong to the logistics side, mainly to replenish the magic power of those magicians.

However, in this kind of intense chain of work, without rest, most of the priests and sisters who were making up for demons were physically exhausted.

Of course, Harry, who had plenty of magic power, wanted to be strong for a while, so he told them to rest for a while, and this place was left to himself for the time being.

The priests and ladies obediently rested at the orders of the Holy Son, and did not hold on, so the burden of mending the demons fell on Harry's shoulders.

From the hot noon to the somewhat sultry evening, the project was not over, but she had to rest first, and the battle would continue tomorrow, and if it weren't for Milar's consideration of someone's situation, she would have worked until the evening.