Byron pushed open the door, and the temple, which had been deserted just a moment ago, was also lively, and several little girls followed the nuns in white robes and hurried through the corridor, turning a corner and disappearing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was hesitating to go out and take a look, when the shadows of the white columns at the end of the corridor flowed in the moonlight, and the black shadows that flickered into another shadow.

Byron, who was extremely sensitive to light, immediately noticed the difference, he stood still for a while and did not dare to move, his current position was just in the shadows, and the other party might not be able to see it.

The other party's stealth method is not very clever, and the silhouette of a figure that is darker than the wall can still be seen when walking in the shadows.

He waited for a while, and sure enough, more than one thief broke into the temple, and several shadows followed the first person, constantly advancing, and even a thief stepped out of the shadows, and then was dragged in. They turned a corner and followed the nun into the temple.

Byron pinched the paper bag containing the sulfur in his pocket, and immediately gained confidence, and tiptoed to follow.

The nuns took a group of children to the basement and gathered to discuss who would stay and take care of them. These nuns who serve the gods, because of their own physical problems, do not get a response, and they are themselves just ordinary people. Their job was to attend to the general affairs of the temple, and occasionally to listen to the prayers of the faithful and to atone for their sins.

"Mama Vika, stay here and take care of them. The nun, who had put down the white turban, waved the axe she used to chop wood in her hand domineeringly, startling everyone, but not very convincing.

Mama Vika was even more keenly aware of the young nun's usual laziness from the gaped axe blade, and she was about to reprimand when the half-hidden iron door of the basement was pushed open.

"This is it. The short-haired maroon man glanced lightly at the group of women and children, and turned back.

The four thieves walked in calmly, the nun and the child subconsciously retreated, and the young nun with the axe stood at the front and shouted, "Who are you who dare to break into the Temple of Dawn." ”

The hairy thief shuckled under the hood, and the nun's fierce look reminded him of the wolves he had faced during the trial, and he roared loudly to scare them away, but the trembling roar had no effect, and the hungry wolves finally pounced.

He touched his waist, where there was a flesh-colored scar, but once it had a gap in the guts.

"Ladies, I have no ill will towards you, but I would like your help. The pitch-black dagger in the lead man's hand spun around the tip of his index finger.

Mama Vika immediately understood who the other party was, she stepped out of the crowd, her rickety body stood still, and her chest rose and fell violently: "Shadow hand, you dare to desecrate the temple!" For the old lady, these unclean people, stepping into the temple is already blasphemy, and she is now eager to rush up immediately, grab their ears, and slam them with the thinnest ring.

The nuns rioted, and the Shadow Hands, a bunch of rats hiding under the stinking gutter, were doing something unseemly, and there were often rumors of these villains in the city.

"Blasphemy, you'll know what blasphemy is later, hehe. The bearded man stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip, but his eyes kept circling around the young nuns.

Several nuns shrank together.

Mama Vika's face turned red and trembled with anger, and she trembled with anger, and she took out an old dagger from her waist and pointed at a few thieves: "You, you crazy people. ”

The chestnut-haired man tilted his head with interest, his dark eyes swirling over the old man—the nun-and-ordained nun in a black turban held the dagger in a very formal posture, with the blade on the side of her little finger. The advantage of this is that it doesn't make it easy for people to take away the dagger, and it doesn't affect the attack of the fist.

"Talon, go try her. "Although men are confident in themselves, it never hurts to be cautious.

The claws licked their lips excitedly, and their big mouths were cracked, and the shredded vegetables stained on the yellow-black plate teeth were extremely annoying under the dim light of the wall lamp. He leapt down the long steps, his muscular figure falling to the ground with a dull thud.

The chestnut-haired man's lips moved slightly, feeling deeply helpless, and he didn't know who introduced this idiot to the association, with his body, couldn't he get ahead in the garrison?

"Mama Vika!" the nun with the axe rushed forward, the little white tiger teeth gently biting her lower lip, and swung the axe indiscriminately at the sharp claws that pounced, and only slashed up and down twice, and she was exhausted and panting. Talon stood outside the attack range and looked at her flushed little face with relish.

"Quick fix. ”

Claw kicked under his feet and rushed over.

The frightened young nun was pulled behind by Mama Vika. The old man took a step forward, his gray hair fluttering up and down in the rapid movement, the expression on his face became serious, and the smooth trajectory of the dagger pierced the armpit of the claw.

The girl in front of the claw suddenly turned into a sharp old lady, he screamed strangely, and his footsteps twisted strangely to avoid the old man's attack.

Lady Vika followed him on, her dagger flicking in a very small range, her claws falling back and turning her barely able to parry.

The chestnut-haired man also frowned, he had never seen such an attack, the old man would occasionally use the technique of straight stabbing and horizontal cutting, and most of the time he was more inclined to pump and pull.

After the old man tried to plunge the dagger into the chest of the claws again, it dawned on the man that the old nun was using the technique of a long whip weapon.

He was really surprised this time, most of the nuns were orphans and stayed there after being taken in by the temple, while others had broken down and entered the temple to become nuns after they were depressed.

And the old lady must have been a black iron rank whip bearer when she was young, so she could integrate her skills into the dagger technique, but unfortunately......

He shook his head, and though the claws were retreating, Sister Vika was even more embarrassed, her black turban had already fallen to the ground, and her rickety body had begun to tremble—she had no strength.

Talon apparently noticed the problem as well, and he struggled to regulate his breathing, ready to fight back.

In the corridor outside the basement, Byron was barefoot, and in order not to make a noise, he took his shoes into his arms. The thieves did not close the door to the basement, and a dim light came through the half-hidden door, and the silhouette of a figure stood by the door.

Byron held his breath and stretched out his right hand, and the ice chips that swirled on it shot out eagerly, and the people in the door screamed and rolled down the steps.

Byron kicked open the iron door, and the wide basement appeared in front of him, and under the flickering flames of the wall lamp, the short-haired man with chestnut flew in, cutting horizontally with a dagger and picking at the thorn.

The young man dodged the dagger from the bottom up, stretched out his right hand, and his silver-white arm collided with the slashed dagger, making a loud metal clash sound.

The man's face was happy, his fingertips were slightly forced, and the dagger in his right hand turned into a straight stab, and then his face changed drastically, and he threw away the dagger in his left hand and quickly retreated.

There, a surging silvery-white liquid had wrapped the dagger, and if the man hesitated a little, the liquid would have climbed up his body.

The man gritted his teeth and roared, "Ascetic?"

Byron ignored the man, he was drawing his attention. The other thief followed, handing the dagger, and Byron stepped back and scattered the sulfur powder in his hand.

"Lime powder! The chestnut man sprinted towards the nun, most of his attention was on it.

The thief closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, and the dagger still stabbed forward, forcing Byron back, he quickly wiped a handful on his face, and then opened his eyes, the ascetic was half-kneeling on the ground, his left hand scooped up the silver-white liquid, and a milky ball of light floated in the palm of his right hand.

"Ahh

The thief closed his eyes and screamed back, and Byron threw the liquid over, and the surging liquid turned into sharp spikes, easily piercing the leather armor, cutting through the skin, and severing the muscles.

Byron frowned and tore a rag from his body, wrapped it around his hand, and picked up the dagger that the chestnut-haired man had left on the ground.

He stood up, and the two thieves had subdued Mama Vika, and the old man was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.

"Drop your arms, ascetic!" claw roared, the dagger resting on the nun's neck trembling, and the fight with Mama Vika had taken so much effort that he had lost his strength.

Expressionless, Byron walked up to the dead thief, withdrew the liquid metal, and then slowly walked down the steps with a cold face.

"What are you doing! if you don't stop, I'll kill her!" Talon was sweating profusely, and the ascetics were as ruthless as they had been rumored.

Byron stopped and looked at the chestnut-haired man, his cold gaze was on Byron, but the corner of his eye kept sweeping around, as if he was looking for something.

Byron walked up to Mama Vika, she was already out of breath and less in breath, she unconsciously held the young man's hand tightly, and then fell down weakly.

"Let go of the two ladies, I can let you go, but the next time I see you in the city, absolutely, I will kill you. ”

The two thieves exchanged a look, and Talon continued to ask, "How can we trust you?"

"I've never said the same. Byron shook his hand, drawing their eyes to the silvery-white liquid.

The tradition of ascetics to keep their promises is far more trustworthy than that of knights, and they guard their hearts, sharpen their bodies in difficult circumstances, practice spiritually, and strive to find their true hearts.

And Byron's shabby linen clothes, dirty, tattered, sticky and greasy hair, did fit the appearance of an ascetic.

It's just that the age seems to be a little younger.

"No, how do I know if you're lying?" Talon didn't believe the rumors, he believed more in the real conditions he had earned.