Around eight o'clock in the evening, it was supposed to be the busiest time of the day at the Happy Hour Inn.

Adventurers, mercenaries, freshly landed sailors, ruffians, and coolies who had worked all day on the docks would gather here to eat cheap set menus, drink beers mixed with water, chat about recent anecdotes, and admire the dancers hired by the boss to scratch their heads.

It can be said that this is the only relaxation and entertainment for them.

But sadly, even this little bit of happiness is lost today.

The whole inn was silent, and all the guests were silently eating the contents of their plates, taking a sip of their drink from time to time.

Even the most alcoholic drunks can't let go of their unbridled drinking.

As for the dancer, who was only dressed in tulle, she did not dare to stand on the table and twist her slender waist as usual, and show her charm to the hungry men.

The reason is simple!

At the entrance of the inn were two paladins wearing the insignia of the god of suffering, Inmat.

Although they are symbols of goodness and order, and will help everyone in need for free, they are not at all popular in places like Port Carlin.

Because for most ordinary people, they are too holy and dazzling, and they always inadvertently let themselves feel inexplicably guilty.

In particular, the nobles and wealthy merchants who liked to keep slaves had always regarded the holy warriors, the temples of the good gods, and the harpists who tried to abolish the slavery system of the Kalinshan as mortal enemies.

In addition to those who live at the bottom of society, I am afraid that only the oppressed and bullied slaves will see them as saviors.

However, the two paladins seemed to have become accustomed to such situations, and remained motionless like guards without saying a word.

Suddenly!

A slightly diminutive figure appeared at the end of the road.

As the distance closed, everyone in the inn clearly saw that it was a boy of about ten years old.

Through the faint light of the shops on both sides of the road, you can vaguely see him with black broken hair and a delicate face full of oriental atmosphere. The black holes in the eyes are like the starry sky at night, full of exotic atmosphere.

Obviously, this boy is none other than Zuo Si, who has returned from Elsa.

As a rather alert man, he noticed the anomaly at the door of the inn almost immediately.

But before Zuo Si could figure out the situation, the young woman among the two holy warriors couldn't bear it, and stopped his way first, revealing her identity bluntly.

"Hello. I am a paladin from the temple of the god of suffering, Irmat, and my name is Eroline. ”

"My name is Agoor, and I am a holy warrior who has also come to worship the god of suffering. A few days ago, we were commissioned by the guards to investigate an arson near the market area, hoping to get some useful clues from you. ”

The older paladins were obviously more experienced, and their attitudes, tones, and reasons were unassailable.

"Paladin of the God of Suffering?"

Zuo Si's expression quickly became strange.

He never expected that the other party would be able to find him so quickly.

"That's right! According to the information we've got, you've been attacked on the night of the eucalyptus, and you've also used some evil and terrible necromancy, right? ”

The young paladin who called himself Aroline probably thought that Zuo Si was young, so he put on an aggressive appearance, trying to scare him in this way.

But unfortunately, Zuo Si's physical age is indeed less than ten years old, but there is a calm and calm adult soul inside.

Not to mention such a small scene, even if you stand in front of the dragon, you can still change your face and your heart will not beat.

What's more, the holy warrior is a righteous man who wants to reason, the law, and the evidence!

In many cases, their deterrent power is not as good as that of the ruffians who bully men and women and do all kinds of evil.

So in the face of the young female paladin's questioning, Zuo Si just shook his head with a smile on his face, and responded with a pretended innocent look: "I'm very sorry, Miss Paladin, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a child, and who would be mad enough to attack a child who doesn't pose any threat? ”

Moment!

Arowline's face changed.

She couldn't believe it at all, this "little bit" in front of her dared to lie in front of her, and immediately questioned: "But how can the information we get be exactly the opposite of what you said?" ”

"Then I don't know. After all, at night, these streets are full of delirious drunken guys. Maybe the person who gave you the news had hallucinations in his brain under the influence of alcohol. ”

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and casually found an excuse to easily refute it.

Anyway, he made up his mind, so he didn't admit it.

No matter who provided the news to these two holy warriors, they would definitely not dare to stand up and confront them.

Otherwise, once his identity is revealed, the leader of the Thieves' Guild, Epke, will soon let him know how serious the consequences of disobeying the gag order are.

Just as Aroline was about to say something, Agor suddenly stopped her and said in a completely different attitude: "Child, you don't need to be so defensive of us.

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Because we already know that the house that was set on fire was actually a secret stronghold of pirates.

Whatever you do to them, you won't break the local law, and you won't have to bear any responsibility.

We just wanted to know what happened that night.

Has there ever been a large-scale awakening of the dead?

Or summon demons from the lower planes? ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Paladin, I really don't know anything."

Zuo Si spread his hands with "love can't help".

Inducement of confession?

Phishing law enforcement?

This method may be okay against those who have never seen the world, but it is useless for him.

He promised if the paladin learned that he had transformed all the living people in that building into "shadow creatures".

Then the other party must demand that these "ghosts" be handed over and purified.

In Ferron, no one jokes about their faith unless they are the crazy unbelievers.

Especially the "dead brains" like the Holy Warriors, who will destroy the evil undead and ghost creatures at all costs.

"Well, hopefully you know what you're doing."

Seeing that Zuo Sichai, rice, oil and salt did not enter, Agor had no good way, so he could only pull the unwilling Aroline to turn around and leave.

As for the direct release of an evil detection agent in many stories, and then swinging his sword to hack all the evil beings who glow red, that is not something that a holy warrior can do at all.

First of all, the people in the evil camp are not necessarily all bad guys.

A large percentage of them are "refined egoists".

Also, let's not mention for a moment how many upper ruling classes are in the evil camp in a city that allows slavery to exist.

If it does, the holy warriors will fall 100 percent.

Because their order-abiding nature determines that they must abide by the law and be reasonable.

In other words, before confirming that the other party has a clear evil behavior, even if you are aware of the evil people around you, you can't do it first.

And even if it is confirmed that the other party has clearly acted evilly, if the person wants to defend himself, the paladin must listen to it and refute it with his incorruptible tongue before he can be arrested and tried in accordance with local law.

As Pheren famously said, justice is always tied (because of the laws and rules), and evil is always killing each other (because of conflicts of interest and competition for power).

It is precisely because the paladins are so strict with themselves that they are loved and hated at the same time.

Love is that when your life is threatened and your life is at stake, the Paladin will always be the first to stand up against evil, even if you are crushed.

The hate is that they don't know how to be flexible at all, just like the stones in the pit are smelly and hard, which often makes friends and teammates around them feel embarrassed and embarrassed.