Section 13: The dragon of the orderly and good camp?

Because of Chen Jinyang's entry into the city, the whole of Mirabah was almost in chaos, and when Sandran Stargrim walked into the dirty and chaotic temporary settlement of the attached villagers, the people in the temporary settlement were shocked by the sudden arrival of the big man, and in the face of the scrutiny of the elegant and noble female consul, the old Sairu was even more at a loss.

"There's a boy named William in your Nome village?" asked Sunderland, who was cold from fright.

"Yes...... There was such a person! But the three siblings remained in the village as winter watchmen. William is just a fool, I don't know why the noble lady asked about him?" Old Cyrus was amazed that this big man of Mirabah would ask about a little man like William.

If only he were a fool! Sunderland's mouth was tilted by Old Sairu's words, and he put aside the hatred and curse in his reserved heart, but his face did not show it, but said coldly: "Come out with me! I have something to ask you!" After that, he turned around and walked out, and the nervous Sairu looked around at the villagers around him, and could only follow out.

On the way to the Temple of Tyre, Sunderland listened to Seru's account of the situation of the three William siblings, especially paying attention to Chen Jinyang's abnormal behavior after crossing and returning to Nome Village, and scoffed at the villagers who blamed it on the influence of the Warlock's bloodline awakening! Sure enough, there was a problem! It seems that the real William is dead! The current William is definitely a fake! The clever female archon guessed correctly, but it was not a dragon transformation disguise as she thought, but the soul of a dragon's descendant. At this time, a vague thought appeared in Sunderland's Stargrim's mind, and she vaguely did not pay attention to it.

When they arrived at the temple of Sunderland, the Mithril Four were still arguing with the temple guard knights, and the arrival of the female archon made both sides stop, the prestige of the direct head of Mirabah in the city was still very high, she frowned and looked at the still standing drow and the chattering dwarf, and said to the guard knights: "Let them all in! I want to see Bishop Vestak Orry! He has been making too much trouble for a while!"

The knight was a little puzzled: "But, dear lady Sunderland, it is unforgivable to let the evil drow set foot in the temple of righteous Tyr!"

Sunderland, who was in a terrible mood, roared angrily, "Now, now, now, I want to see Ori!" her towering chest kept heaving, she glared at the fearful retreating knight, and old Seru followed behind and whispered: "If this is really the place of justice, vampires are pure angels! Evidently the lady had heard old Cyrus' complaint, and she glared back at him, and led the group into the temple.

The Bishop, who had been keeping an eye on the commotion outside, spotted the arriving consul, and greeted her with an exaggerated expression: "Ah, dear lady Sunderland, welcome! May you bask in the light of the Lord God of Tyre!" Saying that, the tall, well-dressed man tried to grab Sunderland's delicate little hand and kiss the hand, but was avoided by the lady who was in a bad mood, and after being refused, Bishop Verstec Orry straightened up casually, touched the top of his head with thinning hair, and above his high, straight nose, his dark brown eyes radiated a sharp gaze.

"Bishop Ori, you've been making a lot of trouble these days, stop your crazy behavior!" Sunderland slammed the bishop unceremoniously.

Bishop Vestark said without any discoloration, "It's all for the glory of Tyr!"

"Enough! you're tarnishing the brilliance of Tyr! No priest in all of Ferron has ever been as greedy as you!" the Archon sneered coldly.

"I'm greedy?hahaha! In this city full of the sound of gold coins crashing (copper smells), mortals who are addicted to wealth would rather go to the Temple of Worgold to buy inferior and expensive healing potions (a relatively inferior healing potion that can only heal the wounds of outward muscles) than come to the Temple of Tyre to receive near-gratuitous divine healing! What do I have to do with the stupid and arrogant vanities if I don't raise the price of divine healing? In this dangerous northland, the great god of justice is not as popular as the weak goddess of commerce! The bishop, who seemed to be extremely capable, laughed bitterly, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Ms. Sunderland shook her head a little frustratedly, and said in a softer tone, "Alright, Bishop Vestark, don't talk about the past! Reduce the cost of the priest's treatment! I will allow you to send a representative to join the Council of the 'Shining Stone' as an observer!"

"No!" said the sword-eyed Bishop, staring into Sunderland's eyes, "That doesn't help! I ask that the Tyre Paladins be allowed to join the City Guard!"

Sunderland also looked at the bishop without giving in: "No way! The Marquis of Larim and the Council will never agree! Arrange another paladin to act as the Marquis's bodyguard! I can only agree to so many conditions!"

"Both!"

"Bishop Ori, you're so greedy!Alright! Alright! I promise! But you must arrange for the priest to heal all the wounded here as quickly as possible!" Sunderland's face changed from helplessness to a smile, and with a little effort he was able to settle the self-conceived clever bishop.

Bishop Vestak Ori hurriedly called out to the priest, "Jama, Jama, Thales, Thales, all the priests, we have work to do!" The priests in the temple rushed out in a panic, and the long silence made everyone extremely uncomfortable.

Sunderland took old Sairu to Gosa and the others to inquire about Chen Jinyang, "You caught the fish eater crocodile with your bare hands? Are you sure it's the fish eater crocodile known as the 'water demon'?" "I'm sure it's the fish eater crocodile! Later, Mr. Ellagor exchanged a magic bag for William! Mr. El Lagor will definitely not be mistaken!" Listening to everyone's story, the female archon pinched her delicate and beautiful chin and began to think: If you can catch the "water demon" with your bare hands, it must be a dragon! Exchanging magic bags with Elago doesn't fit the habits of a normal dragon. Elago should still be alive by now, the same William who has been protecting the giantess and her two children, tolerating elf mischief, promising to protect the convoy and compete with Drow in grappling. Ho-ho-ho! I finally understood! A dragon of the orderly, good-natured camp! That's why I was able to tolerate my life after being molested! Hahaha! What about the dragon! Not yet teased by my beautiful Sandran Stargram!

The female archon, who had a seizure of the inner queen, suddenly came to her senses and quickly wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth, but fortunately no one noticed her gaffe. Sunderland cupped his forehead, coughed a few times to attract everyone's attention, and then said: "Let's imagine the origin of this fake William! A high-ranking dragon in the orderly and kind camp disguised himself as a human and prepared to travel in the Northland, and when he first came to the world, he met the fool William of death, and learned William's memory through some mysterious magic! The kind dragon decided to integrate into human society as William, and took care of the two poor children by the way, so what happened in the future! Oh my God! Had it not been for the temptation of my wise Sandran Stargrim, I am afraid that the identity of this 'dragon' would have been concealed forever!ho ho ho!" everyone looked at the self-absorbed lady with a foolish look.

Bishop Ori of Vestac, who was bent on expanding the glory of Tyr, also began to think about a superior dragon who had converted to the faith of Tyre and bathed in the glory of the great Tyr! What a glory it was for the guide of this righteous dragon! The Lord God would send down boundless gifts!

At this time, the elf girl who heard the analysis of the female archon couldn't sit still: "Good dragon? hee-hee-hee! Great! The first female dragon knight in the history of the elves!

At this time, the dwarves of Miraba's Axe had gathered a guard of nearly 100 people, and they were full of ambition to go to crusade against the "invading dragon", and the commander who led the team, Togdanzo, whispered to the Agrether hammer beside him with some anxiety: "Aglanther, are we really going to crusade against the damned dragon?" Now it's a dragon! Just us, are you an idiot?"

"And ...... are we now?" Commander Togue's mind was foggy.

"Make a show, go around the city, let all the people see!Only the dwarves are the bravest and most loyal defenders of Miraba!" laughed the dwarven leader, who had gradually transformed into a qualified politician.

Shelter Street, as opposed to Windy Street, which was a low-class dwelling for poor merchants from other places who were not welcomed, and where the attached villagers were located, and the former was a gold cave for the richest and most distinguished guests. The wrought iron inn is located in the middle of Shelter Street, the wide dining table is a mess, Chen Jinyang and the four of them are sitting on a bench cushioned with thick and soft animal skins, and some of the two little guys who are eating are stroking their bulging little bellies and humming.

Chen Jinyang looked at the two uncomfortable children with a smile and said, "You two little guys! It's really useless! If you can't eat, don't eat so much! Look at Phinea! Phinea just ...... Phineah! Oh, tell me to go!" Chen Jinyang covered his brows and said he couldn't go on! The giantess, who was wiping the vegetable scraps on the plate with bread, raised her face covered with soup when she heard this, and did not forget to stuff the bread stained with vegetable soup into her mouth when she was about to leave.

It's not that the food cooked here is delicious, it's just that the four poor creatures haven't eaten a decent amount of salty food in more than half a month.