The mercenary who had been hit by the freezing ray clutched his lungs and coughed slightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Byron frowned, this mercenary was only slightly injured when he was hit by a ray with piercing characteristics.

The first level of strength, the Black Iron Rank.

Byron gasped, the three ranks of mercenaries Black Iron, Silver, and Gold corresponded to the low-ring wizard, the official wizard, and the law wizard. After a long period of training, the mercenaries of the Black Iron Rank have broken through the shackles of the mortal world. In the arcane vision, the human halo on the surface of their bodies is thicker than that of ordinary people, so they have a stronger innate resistance to spells.

A man of this strength is enough to be the captain of the city's garrison, but why does he sneak around stealing like a thief?

The three mercenaries leaned over in tacit understanding, and the short knives in their hands flashed in the night. The ring in Byron's hand flickered slightly, and an azure glow lit up in the dimly lit room, surrounding him. The mercenaries took a step back in fear.

The young man kicked on the edge of the bed, jumped down, and rushed towards several people.

The black iron mercenary had a look of fear on his face, as if to comfort himself, and shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, it's a protective spell." ”

This did work, and the other two mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, plucking up the courage to slash at Byron. The mercenary standing in front of him slashed down with a knife, Byron deftly leaned away, let go of the short knife, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the mercenary's little arm, and pulled it gently.

The mercenary's strong body was naturally not something he could pull, and Byron pounced forward with the pull, jumped up slightly, stepped on the mercenary's upward kicking leg, and leaped upward.

The cold dagger blade slashed through the mercenary's neck, Byron curled up in the air, pulled the mercenary's head with his left hand and flipped over, and kicked his right foot lightly on his shoulder, straight at the other mercenary.

The two of them completed the attack in an instant.

Before the guy blocking the doorway could let out a roar of rage, Byron was in front of him. His pupils shrank, and this mage actually pounced from the air, almost looking for death.

He slashed horizontally, and sure enough, the opponent had no way to avoid it, so he could only use the dagger to block, and the huge force immediately knocked the mage out of the air.

Byron gritted his teeth, clutched the dagger, and fell into the corner, where the mercenaries of the Black Iron Order had already raised their knives. He landed on the floor and rolled on the rough floor.

The wounded mercenary coughed violently, stepped over in two steps, hooked his back and slashed at the rolling Byron, the young man stretched out his hand to block his head, and the short knife slashed into his arm, leaving a dent in the bone.

The pain caused Byron to howl and hit the wooden wall under the window. The mercenary was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and Yve's figure appeared by the door, his eyes wide open, looking nervously at several people.

"Ahh

"What's going on!" Valk opened the wooden door as well, and walked over to him, colliding with a panicked Ive.

"There's... There are thieves!" Yves shuddered and tried to run away, but was stopped by Valker.

"Don't panic. Valker comforted quite calmly, he had even killed the bully in the town, would he still be afraid of the little thief?

He walked to the door of Byron's room, and a dark figure sprang out, rolled around on the ground, and with a thud, slammed into the wooden door of the opposite room.

Although neither of them had the lights on, there was a window at the end of the hallway, and they immediately saw the person who had hit the door, Byron.

He was limp by the door, a pool of red blood growing at his side.

"Byron!" Valk yelled, but didn't rush immediately. A nervous voice came from the room: "Backpack!"

"Carry him first!"

"Squeak~" This is emitted by the opening of the old hinge of the window.

This was followed by the sound of heavy objects falling outside the house, accompanied by cries of pain. Palmie also walked from the other side of the hallway with an oil lamp.

"Send him to the temple!"

"But we don't have any money. Yves said embarrassedly that the temple has become more and more charitable in recent years, but it will not waste energy to help these poor people for no reason.

"Go and wake up Tina and Vane, the priest should be happy to see two pure souls. "Valker's face sank like water, and deciding a child's faith is a big deal.

Soon, Byron's wounds were bandaged, and Valk carried him toward the city, the towering walls as if suddenly in the night, and a brazier on each side of the drawbridge under the tower, the flames swaying slightly in the summer breeze.

As soon as they appeared on the edge of the fire, soldiers from the tower shouted, "What man!"

"My lord, we are from Vic and stay at a nearby inn. There were thieves stealing at night, and some of us were injured. Yves replied loudly.

There was a laugh from the tower, and the last basket was lowered from above: "Hand over your weapons first, and then we'll pick you up one by one." ”

"My lord, we are honest farmers and have no weapons. Yves continued to shout. The tower laughed: "Hillbilly, sit in the basket"

Byron was quickly sent up, smiling and smiling, and several of the soldiers were not people who could not be saved, they carried Byron and sent him directly to the temple.

Day 2

Byron opened his eyes to a dome of stained glass, and the majestic figure of the Lord of the Morning Dawn stood in the clouds, surrounded by beautiful angels.

He rolled over and sat up, and found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, and the whole hall was filled with such wooden beds, which, strangely, were empty. What's even stranger is that he found that the injuries on his body were completely healed. The wound on his left hand was as smooth as ever, and his right arm was able to move normally.

He got out of bed, and a priestess hurried past the temple with a quilt in her arms, and she smiled at Byron and nodded: "Adventurer, Priest Derian said that when you wake up, you can go to the inner temple to find him." Then he hurried away.

Byron looked blankly at the symmetrical hall on the four sides, and there was the inner sanctum......

When he found Priest Derian, the old man was shaving without a figure, and on the wooden table in front of him lay a drawing, which was already stained with a little grease.

"Thanks to the light of the dawn, you finally woke up. Come, come, young man, listen to Tina, are you a wizard?" Priest Derian put the bowl aside and put his greasy hand around Byron with a beaming face.

A hungry Byron glanced at the yellow soup made of fish and coarse bread stewed together in the bowl, and felt inexplicably full.

"Yes, Priest Derian. Byron was furious by the ill-intentioned eyes of the priests.

The joy on the priest's face became even stronger: "Okay, okay, adventurer, do you want to make some extra money?"

"Well, I don't want to ......" Byron was stunned by him, and quickly shook his head and refused.

Derian's old face froze instantly, and the hand holding Byron was also lowered, and his long white beard trembled: "This, adventurer, let's calculate the cost of treating your injuries." ”

"What do you want me to do!" Byron immediately said, if he knew that the cost of his treatment had already been exchanged for his faith by the two immature children, he would definitely not be able to help but slam his fist on the priest's face.

"Hmph" the old man snorted triumphantly and asked, "Have you heard of the Morning Tide Project?"

The young man shook his head in confusion. The priest was suddenly angry, he originally wanted to publicize the great exploits of the gods, but he didn't expect this young man to know anything.

He continued to ask, "Then do you know the Gulio Orphanage in the North Gate Slum?"

Byron continued to stare at him in confusion.

The old priest who felt a headache said excitedly: "You can go out and grab two people on the road and ask to know where the orphanage is, and now the temple is not manpowered, you can help me send those equipment and medicines to the orphanage." ”

Byron raised his eyebrows, there was clearly a valuable item like holy water in the pile of medicines.

"You're not afraid that I'll run away with these things?"

The old priest's gray beard shook and laughed: "I have already checked for you with Detection of Evil, and I am a good person, and Tina can also testify to this." ”

The corners of Byron's mouth twitched rarely, what a wayward old man, and the use of people to detect evil was regarded as an extreme distrust in Cyril, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a provocation.

He walked over to the medical equipment, which was nothing more than gauze, bandages, and even a bit of cotton, and the potions in a basket.

Is it really just to deliver something?

Byron turned around, and sure enough, Officer Derian was looking at him with a smile.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

"In addition to sending things, I need you to keep an eye out for Pastor Nila at the orphanage, there have been some bad rumors in the city lately. The Morning Tide Project was carried out by an oracle sent down by our Lord himself, and we do not want any misdeeds in it. ”

"What's the rumor?"

Priest Derian shook his head: "Rumor has it that Priest Nila is a demon who specializes in eating small children, and the orphanage is her lair. ”

Byron's face changed slightly, leave such a dangerous matter to him?

Perhaps seeing Byron's hesitation, the priest continued: "Don't worry, Priest Nela can't be demonic, the rumors are just exaggerated facts after all. I'm sure something must have gone wrong. That's where your help comes in, adventurer. ”

Byron was keenly aware that the old priest must have known a little bit about it, otherwise he wouldn't have stood here so calmly and sent some yellow gooey object into his own mouth.

"Then I'll go first. Byron bowed his head, not going to ask any more questions, only thinking about leaving quickly, the filthy picture of the priest eating was too powerful for the spiritual pollution of the human spirit—did the priest Nila also have such a rumor because of this?

After taking a few steps, Byron turned around: "By the way, can you write me a certificate for this task first?"

The old priest put down the bowl in his hand and burped deeply: "Of course, these are all recorded. ”

Byron turned and ran away in disgust.

Officer Derian slumped leisurely in the chair: "Young people are so deceitful~, you can have a good rest in the afternoon, I have been tired to death in the past few days." ”