The little boy timidly took the dagger, and when he raised his head, the old lady's face became more and more kind, and her face like a bark-like ravine, also showed its brilliance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Toby seemed stunned for a moment.

A whisper full of magic sounded: "Toby, obedient, take the dagger and stab it in his chest." ”

With tears in his eyes and a choked voice, the little boy took a step forward.

"Grandma. ”

A forced smile tugged at the corner of the old lady's lips, and just as she was about to speak, the little boy took a sharp step and plunged the dagger into her abdomen. A piercing scream burst through the priest's tiny body, and the strength to survive pushed the boy away, then took out the No. 9 holy water that Julian had drunk a few sips from her coat pocket, and poured it all up.

The black cat let out a long scream of protest and pounced on little Toby in the face.

Pastor Nila stretched out her hands, and the pale golden light only lasted for a moment, then immediately dimmed, and the golden holy power faded from her body.

"Damn Cross!" she scolded angrily, but still didn't dare to call the Lord of Dawn by his full name. She pulled out the dagger in her abdomen vigorously, a red halo reappeared on the palm of her hand, and when she pressed the wound, the flowing blood immediately stopped, and under the dual effect of the holy water, the wound immediately healed as before.

The black cat's scratching didn't stop him from approaching Byron: "Can you still move?"

Byron was powerless to answer, and he really didn't have the strength to move. He had to maintain the only focus he had to maintain his spells, and he had to fight the fatigue that rose from the bottom of his heart. Sweat continued to grow from the top of his head, rolling down his thick brown hair.

After waiting for a second, and receiving no answer, the little boy began to retreat into the back room, where there was a window where he could jump.

The old lady leaned against the doorframe, but did not move, and the black cat retreated to her side. It's best for Toby to run away, and she doesn't have to waste her strength on him.

What can an 11-year-old do? Run to the temple and accuse her?

And Toby has been by her side for so long, he is pure and harmless, obviously, he is very wary of strangers, and he will never expose himself rashly.

Pastor Nila's withered and crumpled hand touched the rose petals in his pocket, and a handful of fine sand flew through the air, and the sunlight that came in through the window immediately dispersed a large amount of dust.

A weak bass echoed through the room, and boundless sleepiness surged back into Byron's heart, and he bit the tip of his tongue weakly, and a faint fishy smell spread in his mouth. However, this is not enough to resist the power of sleep.

In a daze, he heard the thud of going upstairs and the clanging of armor against each other, and finally, a voice sounded in his ears like thunder.

"What's going on!"

Byron stared blankly at Pastor Nila, who was sitting on the ground and looking at her, for a second to make sure the young man was asleep. Two guards dressed in full-body armor, with metal masks open, and spears in hand, were helping her up.

"This adventurer came in to steal something, and when I found out, he wanted to kill people. The old lady stood firm and put the dagger in the guard's hand: "This dagger, he stabbed me with this dagger." ”

Pastor Nila pointed to the blood stain on her abdomen, swore a word, and then closed her eyes: "Thank you for the morning light." ”

The two guards looked at the dagger for a while, and the guard with two beards touched the handle of the dagger and said resentfully: "It's that group of guys hiding in the gutter who dare to commit crimes under our noses, it's really... It's..."

"It's audacious, don't get excited, Ryder. Another tall horse guard pressed Ryder's shoulder, then walked up to Byron and crouched down.

The young man closed his eyes and immediately slowed his breathing, trying to pretend to be asleep. The tall guard probed Byron's breath, sneered, and pushed him to his shoulder.

"Miss Nila, are you all right?" Ryder looked the old lady up and down, swallowed the latter sentence - follow us for a while, and said instead, "Rest assured, we will let this guy get the punishment he deserves." ”

The corners of Byron's mouth twitched slightly, these two guards were too hasty, and they convicted themselves in an instant.

Unlike militias and garrisons, these well-armed guards are responsible for policing the entire city, and the worst have the strength of the lower reaches of the Black Iron. The mercenary who almost killed Byron only had the strength of the lower reaches of the Black Iron, but if he encountered these vigilante soldiers armed to the teeth, he could only flee from the wind.

The origins of the militia and the garrison can be traced back to about a thousand years ago, when St. Orso formed a thousand-year pact with the three nations of the Silver Alliance and the White Land in the Year of the Blade to jointly fight against invaders from the dark underground. Each human has taken up their own weapon against the monsters that choose to devour them.

These creatures from the underground made the fatal mistake of slaughtering and plundering without occupying a single place. And they completely treat the creatures of the earth as slaves, food, or sacrifices to demons. This forces every living creature on the surface to fight bloody battles to the death.

Every civilian had to undergo a lot of intensive training and then go to the battlefield or defend their homes. Until a thousand years after the invasion was repelled, human society continued to train civilians.

Every civilian undergoes a six-month intensive training at the age of 14. Gifted personnel are transferred to the garrison, which is the cradle of cavalry, archers, crossbowmen, etc.

Therefore, if these two soldiers did not have a strong background, then they must have risen step by step from the militia, and Byron had no intention of resisting at all - the guard carrying him deliberately did not restrict his movements, and if he had a hot head and made any reckless moves, he would immediately have a reason to shoot himself on the spot.

Lady Neela apparently didn't want to provoke these two guys, and carefully stepped aside, for her, the moment she lost her divine grace, she was already completely lost.

Usually, in order to be able to swallow the potions sent by the temple, she uses her natural abilities and healing abilities from the Lord of Dawn. And if you continue to stay here, it is difficult to ensure that you will not be exposed to your colleagues, and the pastor of the dead charism is still easy to recognize.

Soon, she was the only one left on the second floor, and the old lady returned to the bedside and gently stroked Julian's white and red cheeks, her body had begun to improve. It's just that there is no way to wake up, and there is no way to wake up magical sleep with ordinary noises and touches, unless the old lady slaps Julian hard to wake her up, otherwise she can only wait until the duration of the spell is over.

PS: I really can't write anymore, I shouldn't have forced the book for the black baboon in the first place, I don't have this level - I'm going to read the novel and learn from it, and I'll try to stick to it until the end of next week's recommendation.