"The City Guards are coming, run!" a group of vendors carried, dragged, and pushed fruits, snacks, and other things for sale in their hands, and shouted at the vendor who had just handed the roast chicken to Dara. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The roast chicken vendor immediately pushed his roast chicken cart and ran after the hawkers.

As soon as the peddlers had passed, several knights in golden cloaks and silver-white patterned armor rushed over.

"Stop!" shouted the knight.

Instead, the hawkers sped up, and some even dropped what they were selling altogether, leaving only one person empty-handed.

When the knights saw that the peddlers had thrown down their things, they no longer pursued them, but slowly stopped their horses, picked up the things on the ground, put them on their horses, and turned away.

In a matter of moments, the hawkers and knights were gone, leaving only a stunned Darla.

Seeing that Dala had been standing there stupidly, the old man impatiently snatched the roast chicken from Dala hand, opened the paper bag wrapped outside, and bit it down.

I only heard a crisp sound of "quack", accompanied by a scream from the old man, two teeth came out of the old man's mouth, and the old man groaned and revealed a mouth full of blood.

"What's wrong?" Dara was startled when she saw this, and then she came back to her senses and hurriedly asked.

"Phew!" the old man spat out another mouthful of blood and one of his own teeth, and said in a hoarse and leaky voice: "Where is this roast chicken? Just a pile of hard mud!" After speaking, he threw the "roast chicken" to the ground, and sure enough, the seemingly lifelike roast chicken made a crisp sound of cracking. It turned out to be a fake made of mud!

Dara shook his head, looked at the old man who was full of blood and cursed, and said, "This time you are really injured, and you are going to the temple to find a priest to treat you." ”

"Then what are you waiting for?" said the old man with a glare, "Let's go!"

When Dara led the horse and carried the old man to the temple of the sun, the door of the temple was closed, and only the gray-robed priest apprentice who served as a guard was still on night duty at the door.

"Excuse me, this old man is injured, can you find a priest to ...... him," Dara said.

"What are you talking about, fuck off!" exclaimed one of the apprentices impatiently.

The other looked Dara up and down, but did not speak.

"Isn't this the Temple of the Sun?" Dara asked again, stunned.

He had the impression that although the temple was a very holy place, it was never forbidden for ordinary people to go in and seek help from priests.

What's more, the old man was still holding his mouth at this time, bleeding from his fingers, and constantly humming in pain.

"Well, since you know that this is the Temple of the Sun, how dare you trespass at night?" exclaimed the apprentice.

"I didn't trespass on the temple, I just brought this old man to ask for the priest's help......" Dara said.

"Get out!" the impatient apprentice seemed too lazy to talk to Dara Fei, waved his hand, and shouted again.

"It's so late, and the priests are already resting, so come back tomorrow. The other apprentice said politely, for he had already seen that Dara was a warrior with an extraordinary face, and that he did not want to offend Dara by this, so it was better to trick them into leaving and wait for tomorrow. Anyway, I won't be on duty during the day tomorrow.

Dara hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, but this old man ...... him"

The polite apprentice glanced at Dara again, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the precious necklace around Darla's neck, so he said, "Otherwise, I'll help you see the old man's injuries first." ”

"Ah, that's great! thank you, what shall I call you?" said Darrah, glaringly glaring at the apprentice.

"Just call me Sist. "However, you also know that although I am still an apprentice, it does not mean that I can treat people for free casually, otherwise I will be affected if I break the rules, so you can show a little sincerity." ”

Dara was stunned.

"You've got to say something like this!" said another grumpy apprentice, "Fool! you have to pay for a priest's treatment, you know?"

Darla was even more surprised.

When did the priests of the Sun Temple have to charge for the treatment of the people? Haven't they always been directly supported by the Imperial treasury and are public welfare institutions open to the people?

If it weren't for the hope of holiness that they gave to the suffering people, where would their faith and future go?

"If you don't have any money," said Sister with his hands spread out in embarrassment, "it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I can't break the current rules of the temple." ”

"Okay! I'll give it!" said Darla, rummaging through his underwear pocket again, taking out a few pieces of gem shards, handing them to Sist, and asking, "Is that enough?"

Sister stared at the necklace around Darla's neck and didn't answer.

Dara was a little angry, and said, "Let me tell you the truth, all the money I paid for this trip is from my friend, and she is already waiting for me in the temple, as long as you ......."

"Get out of here if you don't have any money!" the grumpy apprentice scolded, taking a step forward. It's bad luck to be on the night shift, and you meet this entangled idiot.

"Wait," said Sist, stopping his companion from further irritable action, and with a roll of his eyes, he asked Darla, "who is your friend?"

"She's an elven mage, and her name is Miyali. Dara said busily.

As soon as the words fell, the irascible apprentice stopped gnawing and showed an uneasy look on his face.

Sister looked at Dara with suspicion and said, "You said that the elven archmage Miyali is your friend?"

Dara nodded and said, "I came with her, but I was a little delayed on the way, so she said that she came to the temple first to wait for our ......."

"Well, you guys wait here for a while, and I'll check it out and get back to you. Sister said, said a few words to the irascible apprentice, and went back in.

Seeing Sister leave, the irascible apprentice whispered uneasily, "Is Archmage Miyali really your friend?"

"Anyway, when I was knocked down by his horse, he was with an elf chick on horseback. The old man on horseback hummed as he said.

The irascible apprentice looked at Dara with reverence for a moment before saying, "I'm really sorry just now, because my aunt died, and I can't go home, and I have to work the night shift here, so I'm in a bad mood, so I'll yell at you, I'm sorry." Can you forgive me? My name is Banjil. With that, he smiled apologetically at Dara and held out his hand.

Dara hurriedly shook Benjil's hand and said, "It's okay. Now I understand. Hello Benjil, my name is Darla. (To be continued.) )