Bakerland, a dock warehouse around the shipyard in East Bairan.

The battle in warehouse 072 was incredibly short. There was a flash of light, a few dull gunshots, and everything was quiet again.

Because it happened in the middle of the night, such a change did not even attract anyone's attention.

The battle ended so easily that Grandin only pulled the trigger a few times, and before he could exert any force, the 'Hermit' fell.

At the end of the battle, Grandin turned on the gas lamps on the wall and looked at the 'Hermit' lying on the ground, his limbs broken by a pistol, and his mouth foaming blood. A bullet had just pierced his lungs, making it difficult for the 'Hermit' to speak. M..coM

Grandin hesitated to end his pain first, and then use a psychic approach to probe for information.

But channeling such fanatics can easily allow oneself to see things that should not be seen and to hear sounds that should not be heard.

With this in mind, Grandin began to reload the revolver's nest with bullets.

At that moment, the strings of his spirit were plucked, and he 'saw' behind him, the shadows outside the warehouse door twisting abnormally.

Grandin didn't turn around, this was the position he had set up. The 'hermit' lying on the ground was too easy to pounce on the streets, and he had a lot of ritual magic that hadn't worked yet.

And his instincts told him that it was not the enemy who was coming.

Rowena was wearing flat mocskin boots, and as soon as she jumped out of the shadows, she smelled a faint smell of blood on the tip of her nose. She frowned, leaning on the light of the warehouse, to see the prey lying on the ground.

"I chased him all the way from the apple orchard to here." She grumbled, tucking the dagger back into the scabbard at her waist, "So even if I didn't kill it, you should always give me some hard money." ”

"This is a reasonable request, and the relevant expenses should be deducted from the income from the apple orchard."

He thought back to the distance from the apple orchard to the warehouse, and felt a little sympathy for Rowena.

Then Grandin crouched down, grabbed the 'hermit's shoulders', and pulled him up from the ground, making him half-lean against the crate. If he didn't, the 'hermit' would have choked to death on the blood he spitted out.

Rowena entered the warehouse, carefully avoiding some of the locations that made her feel dangerous, and finally came to Grandin's side.

She looked at the seriously injured and unconscious 'hermit', and her tone was very complicated:

"This guy ran away as soon as the fight began. If we hadn't suddenly lost his command, we wouldn't have breached it so easily...... But you really said it, and he really escaped to the warehouse. ”

The three of them had assigned their tasks in the tavern, and Hugh went to deliver the letter. Rowena is in charge of shaking people and making a frontal assault. Grandin, on the other hand, lay in ambush in the warehouse to prevent the enemy from escaping.

"A guy who will leave a way back for himself, do you expect him to resist to the end? After getting to know his character, of course I had to do some preparation here. ”

Grandin crouched on the ground and examined the Hermit's physical condition.

His actions just now only extended the dying time of this seriously injured man a little, and if he did not receive effective treatment, the 'hermit' would still die quickly.

"Help, is there any way you can get him to wake up and say a few words?"

Grandin himself didn't carry any items to heal his injuries except for the 'Flesh Badge', but the badge passed on to him the idea of 'wanting to eat'. With the experience of the previous times, he didn't dare to take out the badge now.

The 'witch' is good at dark magic and can also make medicines, maybe she can help.

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Rowena didn't disappoint him. She was wearing a leather armor that was easy to move around, and now she had reached into the leather armor and began to pull out the potion:

"This bottle is colorless, and it is a potion that makes people tell the truth. This dark brown one can make people breathe a sigh of relief and guarantee immortality for a period of time. There's also this green bottle, which can block the flow of spirituality and make your interrogator harmless enough. ”

Rowena took out three at once, and Grandin looked at the close-fitting leather armor and couldn't guess where the bottles and jars were originally hidden.

"These things have strong side effects, but I don't think you need to worry about the effects of those side effects." She spread out her palms and explained the effects of the potions. When Grandin reached for it, his hand clenched again, "These are 300 gold pounds." ”

"Bookkeeping!" Grandin's face was expressionless, and he even thought about direct channeling in his heart for a while.

But Rowena didn't give him much time to think, and was very serviceful to pour all three potions into the mouth of the 'Hermit'.

"Ahem!"

Under the influence of the potion, the 'Hermit' quickly awoke, his slightly long black hair tangled in blood, and his brown eyes gave a deep feeling.

He tried to move twice, but found that his limbs were unresponsive, and his efforts to stimulate spirituality were in vain.

He gasped, "You damn guys, who are you!" You guys have disrupted my grand show! ”

"The Grand Show...... Are you referring to that parade? Sadly, you will only be able to watch tomorrow's movement in the Kingdom of your Lord. ”

Grandin popped open his pocket watch and looked at the time, it was past 1 a.m.

"I remember the parade time was ...... 7 a.m.? Either way, I want to thank you for your contribution to the workers. ”

He closed the lid.

"Ho...... Ho. ”

The 'Hermit's throat rattled meaninglessly, his deep eyes lost their brightness, and his expression glazed over.

"The elixir works, but you'll have to hurry." Rowena reminded.

Grandin nodded, then asked in a deep voice:

"Are you ready for the evil gods to come?"

The 'hermit' did not respond to this question.

Grandin turned to look at Rowena.

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with my potion!"

Rowena first defended her potion, and then combined with her own experience of using it many times, she quickly changed her question:

"Do you have a plan for the Lord to come?"

This time the 'hermit' spoke:

"My Lord is noble, but the world is too filthy. As a servant of my Lord, I need to restore clarity to the world before I respectfully pray for the Lord's coming! ”

Translated into human language, it is to clean the house first, and then let their Lord come, and the ideal is quite ambitious...... He wants to clean up the 'filth' for his Lord.

These 'filth' are probably the seven righteous gods, and their dogleg churches?

In this way, it seems that the ultimate goal of the 'Hermit' and Mr. A is to bring the Creator to the Creator, but there is a serious disagreement on the order of order.

Thanks to them for excluding Mr. A, the 'Hermit' did so that Grandin no longer had to worry about a sudden evil god tomorrow.

Grandin analyzed in his heart.