Byron walked through the empty temple to the marble steps at the entrance, and on the rammed dirt path outside, only a few people walked slowly down the street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The temple is flanked by a red roof, and across the street are a few large trees sandwiched between the dense houses, their dark green leaves swaying slightly in the breeze.

He touched his head and sensed that something was wrong. Judging from the number of buildings, there should be a lot of people living here, how can there be such a desolate scene.

The temple of the Lord of the Dawn is generally located in the east, so that he can bask in the glory of the Lord at the first time of the morning, and Byron has always scoffed at this.

With the idea of paying off the cost of his treatment as soon as possible, he trotted north. The mercenaries weren't going to give up, and even though they had taken their backpacks, they didn't necessarily keep looking for trouble.

The further you walked to the north gate, the fewer stone houses around, the more wooden houses gradually increased, and the stench that lingered on the end of your nose became stronger. The child in dirty clothes laughed and ran past Byron, his ruddy face and strong body all showed the generosity of the local lord, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved.

The sight of the street corner made the young man subconsciously look over, and an old man with gray hair was looking at him curiously with his hands behind his back.

The brown hair does not hide the lack of three-dimensional faces of the Mongolian Mongolian race, and anyone with knowledge will be surprised by Byron's exotic appearance, but fortunately, the power of the system is slowly changing everything.

The smile on Byron's face became brighter and more natural, patted the dust and walked through the street.

"Sir, do you know where the Gulio orphanage is?"

The old man was slender, but not thin, and his plain white robe was just touching the loafers made of hemp and wool, and the commoners had absolutely no extra money to buy such clothes, and the nobles' clothes were even more colorful.

A faint smile appeared on the old man's round face, and he nodded slightly: "Walk through the alley here, go to the left, and the largest wooden house is." ”

"Thank you. Byron glanced over the corner of the narrow alley, where several rats were roaming freely. He remembered the rumors about Pastor Nila again, so he turned back and asked, "Sir, do you know about the recent rumors about the orphanage?"

The old man glanced at the potion that Byron was holding in his hand, and said, "Young man, you must know that those rumors are not true. Pastor Nila was a good lady, and the noise of those children was really unbearable, which may have misunderstood those who did not know. ”

Byron nodded approvingly: "Of course, I also believe that Pastor Neela was framed. It is simply ...... for her to help helpless orphans without asking for compensation, and to be charged with such a crime."

He shook his head bitterly, unable to bear to say more.

The old man also sighed and shook his head: "This is also a helpless thing, Lady Nila not only takes in orphans, but also adopts a lot of stray cats, they often steal food from the nearby residents, last time Sapphire (cat) dragged a fish from the kitchen of Za'tar's house, for this matter, they all went to the temple." ”

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly, cat lovers?

He nodded and continued to talk nonsense: "I've heard about this too, but what's the matter with those children's noise?"

The old man snorted heavily, "Lady Nila will let the orphans come back to the house at night, you know, the children are so energetic that you can hear the children arguing with each other even a few streets away." It was only during the day, when Ms. Neela let them out to play, that the orphans would stop. ”

Bidding farewell to the old man, Byron soon came to the door of the orphanage, which was a high-society house, the grass in the yard was trampled and dying, and some tattered toys were thrown on the grass.

Considering the age of the occupants, it is quite clean and tidy. There were now only two little girls sitting on the wooden steps of the main entrance with their hands crossed, revealing a gap in their hands and reaching out to their companions as if they were holding a rare treasure in their hands.

Byron walked to the door and knocked on it.

"Wait a minute!" a little boy's voice came from the back room.

A few large cats of all colors jumped over the wooden escalator on the steps and ran away in pursuit.

"Toby, don't go to the door to see who's coming to disturb me at this time. A shrill voice rang out from the second floor.

Byron frowned slightly, and his unpleasant shrill voice had already sketched the image of an old witch in his mind, which was not a good sign.

The little boy named Toby opened the door while wiping his hands with a rag, and his dull blonde hair made people shine, noble blood.

The little boy raised his blue eyes, looked at Byron curiously, and then showed a hint of disdain, and turned back and yelled, "I'm here to deliver medicine." ”

Byron tilted his head slightly in interest, his pupils dilated, and his amber eyes shone a little in the dimly lit room.

The little boy moved awkwardly and glared at Byron in annoyance.

After the sound of rummaging through the cabinets upstairs, with the clatter of the wooden staircase, a thin figure appeared at the top of the staircase, a kind old lady, the folds of her face unfolded, and she smiled and took the medicine from Byron's hand.

"Thank you, young man. She happily hugged the medicine before turning her attention to Byron. The black eyebrows immediately raised up, and she reprimanded: "Did you wipe your feet when you entered the door?!"

Byron looked back and saw that the ground was full of black marks that he had stepped on, and he stuck out his tongue slightly, and retreated to the door like a child.

Lady Neela turned her friendly face and slammed up the stairs.

Byron stood in the doorway, his eyes wide open, his pupils constricted.

He had only done such an action in the first ten years of his life, why did he subconsciously feel overwhelmed like a child who made a mistake?

The little boy stood in the doorway, pouting slightly, his face full of disdain and ready to slam the door shut. Byron stretched out his right hand against the door, and his left hand reached in, grabbed Toby, and pulled him out.

The door slammed shut.

The boy slapped Byron's hand away with a flick of his paw in annoyance, and then asked, "What do you want?"

"Shhh Byron listened, but Pastor Nila did not notice his small movements.

"Little one, you seem to know something, I think, we can make a deal. ”

Toby looked impatient, and his pale golden eyebrows moved slightly: "What do you have?"

Byron had nothing but his clothes and trousers. However, he smiled hypocritically: "The roots of your hair are a little red. ”

The little boy's whole body trembled, revealing a frightened look, and subconsciously covered his hair: "What do you want to know?"

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand and touched the short, dry and dull blonde hair on Toby's head, and sure enough, it was dyed. The true color of the little boy's hair was blood red, which was seen as a bad omen in Dulu. There are even remote villages where blood-red newborn babies are burned to death – giving the devil no chance to harm the village.

The two sneakily walked around the side of the room and whispered to each other.

Byron finally stood in the doorway again, knocking the wooden door.

"Toby! This time, however, no one opened the door.

He continued to knock on the door.

"Damn little thing. There was a shouting from upstairs, but eventually the door was opened.

Lady Nila straightened up, her ugly face had some yellowish-brown age spots, she recognized Byron, and after being slightly stunned, she roared first: "It's you, what's the matter!"

Byron smiled faintly, and sure enough, she had just used the witchcraft of [Kind Appearance] to make herself appear more amiable.

There is no doubt that Priest Neela was an Arcane Convert, and centuries ago, such a title was used to refer specifically to the devout sorcerers and mages who dedicated themselves to the goddess Elaine.

In this day and age, more and more spellcasters are devoted to their gods, and their insights into divine magic are often surprising. The previous system of divine arts is slowly changing in their hands, becoming more complex and more practical.

No. 10 holy water is one of the products.

As with all classes, there are strong and weak, and Priest Nela's talent for spellcasting comes from her mother. The power inherited from the bloodline is extremely weak, and it can only give her the ability to cast tricks.

Byron stared at Pastor Nila's face, no longer friendly, and guessed that her blood came from a succubus.

"Hello dear lady, Pastor Derian hired me to investigate recent rumors. ”

"When did it take the turn of the Adventurer's Guild to intervene in the affairs inside the temple? Get out. Ms. Neela breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man pushed open the door and walked in. The old lady opened her mouth, showing her sparse blackened teeth, but she did not speak, but slammed the door against the frame.

Byron took a few quick steps forward, and it was extremely unwise to expose his back to a spellcaster. Fortunately, the old lady didn't mean to make a move, but followed him inside.

Once in the living room, Byron looked around, the door to the kitchen was open, and sure enough, there was half a bottle of eaux-de-vie in the open closet—a drunkard's term for whiskey.

This drink aged in oak barrels with barley and other grains for many years is not cheap, and the exquisite bottle of whisky exudes the luxury of the finest goods.

An old drunkard.

"There have been rumors of questions about your healing abilities lately, and Priest Derian has to be cautious given your age, Lady Nila. Byron pinched the ring on his hand and said meaningfully.

"What! Someone questioned me! In Sodan City, as long as a child is sick, who doesn't come to me?" the old lady immediately blew up, and her cloudy eyes shone with a terrifying glow.

Byron shrunk his neck, such a fierce old lady.

"Don't worry, Lady Nila, Derian's advice is this, it's up to me, an agent of the Adventurer's Guild, as an appraiser, to confirm your abilities. What do you think?"

Although Pastor Nila is old, he is not stupid, and immediately looked Byron up and down with suspicion, the agents of the Adventurers' Guild are all internal elites, is it possible for such a hairy boy?