......Standing outside the gate of the villa, Edward knocked lightly on the door, his left hand behind his back and a little expectant smile on his face, as if imagining the joy of the host to see a guest coming......

It's a pity that there is no drama in this kind of place.

"If you dare to knock on that damn door again, I'll cut off your hand!" a hideous-looking fat man slammed the door open, scolding and yelling at the "little squire" who was waiting outside: "This is the territory of the Black Gang, if you don't want to die ugly, get away quickly!"

The impatient fat man was about to close the door, but Edward suddenly reached out on the doorknob, still with a little smile, and asked with a smile: "My name is Edward Witwood, is this Mr. Black's home?"

"I know, don't you get out of here!" The fat man's face showed a somewhat unkind expression, and his fat belly shook like a leather pocket, as if mocking the thin body of the little attendant: "What do you want to do?"

"I have a friend who was not at home last night, and I have heard from the neighbours that he has come to Mr. Black's house, and although I am very touched by his generosity and hospitality, I am now ready to take him back. Edward's expression was sincere, like a good brother who was worried that his brother would not return home at night: "By the way, thank you Mr. Black." Saying that, it's just one thing—can I go in?"

"Okay, come in!" the fat man laughed, opened the door unwillingly, walked backwards into the front hall of the villa, and beckoned to the two guys sitting at the table drinking: "Brothers, come here, there is one here to make trouble!"

Two fellows with bloodshot eyes and grinning sneers walked over, each pulling out a dagger from their waists and standing on either side of the fat man, surrounding Edward, who had just entered the room.

"Now lay on the floor for me, lick the soles of my boots clean, and we'll let you die!" The fat man almost hit the tip of Edward's nose with the dagger, and his small eyes hidden in a pile of fat meat showed a bit of obscenity: "If you can't lick it cleanly, you'll have to add my 'little brother' too......!"

"Then let's just 'go otherwise,' I've always hated trouble. Edward tilted his head and smiled, and suddenly bit the tip of the dagger with his teeth, "What do you think?"

"You brought this on yourself!" the fat man beckoned behind him in annoyance, "Kill this little bastard, I'm going to wipe his boots with his face......!"

"Bang——!" Before he could finish his words, Edward became a little impatient, and punched him in the right eye, and the fat man who screamed screamed covered his eyes and turned back, and the black-haired boy immediately let go of his mouth, grabbed his wrist and twisted his hands, and the fat man stopped shouting at all, like a dead pig.

Crouching down to dodge the stabbing dagger, the black-haired boy curled up like a spear suddenly stabbed out of the ground, and punched the other guy's jaw uppercut, and before he could fly out, he slapped him in the face, and the knife in his right hand hit the back of his head.

The minion who was about to scream just now instantly turned black in front of him and fell into a coma completely. Then it turned into a "hidden weapon" in Edward's hand, and took down the last one who was still trying to escape.

Looking at the tattered room and a few of the guys lying on the floor, Edward suddenly wanted to sigh - just like what he thought was going to be a calf rib with black pepper and mushroom sauce for dinner, but instead ended up serving a plate of stinky fish sauce that looked like mud, plus two pieces of black bread that were more toothy than bricks.

It's ...... A body blow. Edward shook his head not to think too much, grabbed the fat man's collar, and shook it like a broken sandbag: "Don't play dead anymore, I need you to do something for me—tell that honorable Mr. Black, your master, I look forward to his hospitality, okay?"

The fat man, who immediately "woke up", nodded desperately, and then pointed to the door on the right very "cooperatively": "That priest, the priest you are looking for is locked up here, behind the door." Radiant Cross, please don't kill me, don't let me beg you......"

"I didn't say I was going to kill someone, and I certainly don't hate it. Edward smiled and let go of his right hand that was gripping the fat man's collar, and the hill-like lump of flesh collapsed to the ground again, struggling and screaming back and forth on all fours, as if Edward was torturing him.

watched the fat man get up from the ground in a panic, staggering towards the stairs on the second floor like a jumping meat ball. Edward took a long deep breath and turned his gaze to the door of the other room, where he had to rescue a certain young priest who had been killed.

.................. "bang——!" There was a loud echo in the narrow room, and the little priest, who was still unconscious, immediately woke up, and Webber, who was lying on the ground, could vaguely see a figure walking in, and the guy who was guarding him was thrown in the corner as if he had been beaten violently.

"Edward?!" Webber looked at the black-haired boy who came over in surprise, who was squatting beside the guy and groping, and finally took out a key, and the little priest who was trapped in his hands and ankles could only struggle to sit up: "Why are you here?!"

"It's up to me to ask this question, a certain priest seems to have been born with a gift for prison. Edward pursed his lips, tossed the key he had thrown in his hand, walked to the cell and opened the door, and untied Webb's rope.

At this time, the little priest looked quite miserable - the priest's robe on his body was already tattered, and there were obvious bruises on his shoulders and back, but there was not much blood, it seemed that the gangsters in this place were quite restrained, it was better to say that Weber's priest's robe made them subconsciously restrain a little.

"I ran into these people while preaching here, and it seemed that through my fault, the gentleman named Blake was angry, and they locked me up here. Even if it has become like this, Weber still has no intention of blaming others, and replied with an embarrassed smile: "Actually, even if you don't come, they just plan to teach me a lesson, and then they can let me go." ”

"Do you really think so?" Edward asked with a smile, "Seriously, are you going to take revenge on them and make them understand that they shouldn't mess with you?"

"No, because they are also believers in the Radiant Cross, because of this qiē...... It's all a test of the Radiant Cross, a test of my faith. The little priest, whose mouth twitched in pain, still looked at Edward with bright eyes, as if he had seen the real god: "I'm really happy now, if you hadn't reminded me, maybe a cowardly person like me would have returned to The Hague Fort long ago." ”

"But now...... Here, in the holy land of the Radiant Cross, I can preach to those who have lost faith in their faith more and more, to return them to the path of light! And naturally they can reject me, hurt me, hinder me, and the more so, the more they prove their thirst for faith - I am here to be guided by the Radiant Cross!"

As he spoke, the little priest suddenly smiled a little embarrassedly: "Although I know, it may not be easy to make you understand this, and what I have done so far has only been useless. ”

"No, it's definitely not useless, and there is no such thing as uselessness in this world – if you do it, it will change, even if you can't see it. Edward suddenly looked at the little priest very solemnly, and his tone was a little hesitant: "Even in ...... The place where I once lived, the place where I didn't talk about the slightest human feelings, what I did, is still useful. ”

Webber looked at Edward with some fear, as if every word was being bitten, it was the first time he had seen Edward show such an expression - even when he avenged the knight of Tornier that day, he had never shown irrepressible anger!

...... What had he been through before? All the little priest could do was purse his lips and listen to him with his eyes wide open, and that's all.

——!The door of the little priest's cell was suddenly kicked to pieces, and Blake, who was staring at him with an axe, suddenly burst in, accompanied by seven or eight minions, each with weapons such as pointed clubs and knives, and followed behind the man with a foul face.

"It's him, it's, it's him!" The fat man's left hand covered his swollen eyes, and Edward's sprained right hand hung there like a piece of bacon and swayed, and the fat all over his body trembled violently with excitement: "This is the person I am talking to you!"

"Get away, I'm not blind!" Blake glared at him sharply, kicked the fat man's fat belly, and the screams of killing pigs echoed in the cramped cell, piercing and incomparably penetrating.

"See, if my men deliberately bullied people, I would have taught them a lesson—but a hillbilly-like flat-headed man like you is not qualified to do it!" Blake glared at Edward and yelled loudly, smashing the axe in his hand on the floor, "This street is my Blake's territory, and it's not your turn to be a foreigner to show off your might!"

"In fact, before I came, I was sincere. Edward turned around and stood up expressionlessly, only Webb on the side could feel it, and now Edward was as cold as a bloodthirsty dagger.

"I was going to just ask a couple of questions, and then I'd just leave with Webb...... But unfortunately, some of you have brought back some not-so-good memories for me, so I'm not going to leave it at that. ”

"I'm ...... now Very angry!"