In the darkness, the train is singing in a low voice, in the light blue moonlight, this steel monster of more than ten meters is like a crying little girl with a crying 'woo~woo~' cry, tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.

Although the light of the goddess of technology and culture has long spread throughout the continent of Sidava, the kingdom of Nochland, the former overlord, still prefers to immerse itself in the gentle embrace of the goddess of light and the lady of the night.

Love Jonson City, which was once the most prosperous capital in the Norkran Empire except for the royal capital Avada, has been written full of dilapidation, just like a noble lady in ragged clothes screaming loudly, compared with a steel train of dozens of meters, the lady in black must have more opinions about it.

Daurson Street, a paradise of chaos and criminals, even the children of Jonson City know the horror of this street, and I heard that even the light of the goddess of light cannot reach here.

But rumors are just rumors, after all, in the world where the gods often manifest, there will be places that the gods do not favor.

Daurson Street, if you let the people inside, is a paradise for all! The rich can get the pleasure of being like a king, and the poor can find a way to survive in it.

Guns & Roses, the largest bar on Daurson Street, is the light of night when night falls, and today it is still lit up, with countless drunkards lying on their pink bodies shouting 'Praise to the goddess of light, let the night have light.' ’

Amid the roar of rock, no one noticed that a dark-skinned dwarf was constantly pulling out a piece of nobu from the drunkard's scattered clothes.

Occasionally, the black-skinned dwarf would pull out a wall, and then he would kiss the face of the beautiful old man on the walr coin with greasy saliva, and in the eyes of the black-skinned dwarf, the old man was much more beautiful than the drunkard's beautiful body.

"Hey, Mr. Thief, may the Goddess of Light bless you. At this moment, a priest dressed in orthodox clothes, who looked to be in his thirties, suddenly stood in the doorway, and took out the badge of light that hung around his neck and prayed to the black-skinned dwarf.

"Shhhhhh

The priest didn't answer, he smiled and put down the badge of light, then pulled out his badge and pistol.

"Damn!" after a glance, the black-skinned dwarf jumped directly through the window.

The priest wanted to chase after him in the same way, but when he thought it was the second floor, he shook his head and ran up the stairs.

As the two of them left, the drunken man in the house opened his eyes slightly, and looked out through the broken window, and suddenly he noticed that the blue moon had turned red.

"Hell!" Suddenly getting up, the drunken man pushed away the white delicate body under him, looked around, and shouted, "Pastor! Pastor!"

Priests are naturally much more professional than drunkards, and he, a decent priest of Daurson, should not have had to do these jobs, but he has recently helped Mrs. Marlin next door, so he can only earn extra money.

Ten minutes later, the priest chased the black-skinned dwarf to a deep harbor.

Due to the reason of the lady of the night, many places in the Norkeland Kingdom are not allowed to install street lamps, and after a glance at Shengang, the priest took out a pocket watch with a bright badge on the front and a chronograph that was actually a timekeeping, and the hands just pointed to the position of 11.50.

"Damn, my vespers!" scolded, and the priest chased after him.

After running a few steps, the priest suddenly stepped on something.

Well... It's a bit soft..

Before the priest could think about it, a foul smell reached his mouth and nose, and the priest hurriedly covered his mouth and cursed, "Filthy believer of the night!"

Then, the priest chased inside, but fortunately this deep harbor was a straight road, and after a few minutes, the priest chased the black-skinned shorty.

"I said... I say... Dear Mr. Pastor, can you rest for a few minutes before continuing?" the black-skinned dwarf gasped as he leaned against the wall.

The priest did not reply, for he could not speak now, he was more tired than the black-skinned short, and it was as if there was no air in his chest, and every breath was a wave of heat.

"Damn extra money!"

With a curse in his heart, the priest raised his pistol: "Look back." ”

At this moment, the black-skinned dwarf realized that he had actually run a dead end, and couldn't help but shout 'Bichi' in frustration, and then turned to look at the priest: "Aren't you doing this for the cute walecoin, or the previous bargaining, the money is fifty-fifty, you let me go." ”

"No! I'm for justice!" the priest took out his pocket watch and looked at it again, and when he saw that the hands were pointing to 11.57 minutes, he thought that he would still be able to catch the evening prayer meeting, straightened his chest, took out his handcuffs, and walked towards the black-skinned dwarf.

At this time, the trash can next to it suddenly moved a few times, and the two of them were suddenly startled, and then they saw a small head drilled out of the trash can.

"Oops...", the priest jerked towards his little exposed head.

It's a pity that the black-skinned dwarf was closer to the trash can, and he directly kicked the trash can over, and then an eight- or nine-year-old dirty little girl was hugged by the black-skinned dwarf around her waist, and pulled out a dagger and gently slashed at the little girl's neck, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Righteous Priest, please throw your pistol over. ”

Seeing the dagger cut through the little girl's neck inch by inch, the priest exhaled helplessly, and could only throw the pistol over: "Mr. Pickpocket, don't do anything stupid. ”

"Now I'm a righteous pickpocket!" the black-skinned dwarf picked up his pistol and pointed it at the priest, pulling the trigger.

The moment the bullets flew out, the countdown to the evening prayers was also heard in the buildings on both sides.

“5...”

“4...”

“3...”

The numbers crossed the priest's head, and in three seconds, the pastor seemed to have lived again, and all the memories of the past appeared in his mind, looking at the bullet in front of his eyes, the priest made a final prayer to the little girl: "May the goddess of light bless you." ”

“2...”

“1...”

At the end of the penultimate to vespers, the church bell rang and the priest's pocket watch was forever fixed at 12.00.

The bullet didn't hit the priest, and as the bullet flew into the priest's head, the priest suddenly made an incredible movement that was not human.

Seeing the priest walking towards him step by step, the black-skinned dwarf was frightened and fired a few more shots, but the priest deftly dodged the bullet, and this time, the black-skinned dwarf could only aim the pistol at the little girl in horror:

"Devil, don't come, Devil, help!"

"May the goddess of light bless you, my Mr. thief. Looking at the frightened black-skinned dwarf, the priest did not stop, and directly took the pistol from a dodge, and shot the black-skinned dwarf.

"The air of the Fourth Age is so fragrant, this touching smell, it's... It's really touching!" Then the priest made another celebratory gesture that the human body could not do, and touched the feces of the unidentified creature next to him with his fingers.

Then the priest picked up the dagger of the dead black-skinned dwarf, and dug out a piece of rotten wood from the trash can and carved it.

Time passed slowly, and the little girl did not dare to move, nor did she dare to make a sound, because the priest who saved him was pointing a pistol at her, and looking at the priest who was carving things, the little girl could not help muttering:

"Strange Mr. Priest... May the goddess of light bless. ”

After ten minutes or so, the priest carved the rotten wood into a 'knight' of chess and inserted it into the neck of the black-skinned dwarf.

Blood flowed to the priest's hands, and the priest suddenly trembled madly: "Ahhhhh

"How do you want to die, little friend?" said the priest, lightly placing the pistol on the little girl's head.

"Don't want to die. The little girl looked up at the priest.

"Black Hitomi... Brunette... "The priest looked at the little girl in surprise and asked, "Your name!"

"Qi Jing...."The little girl whispered back, and then said, "Li Jing." ”

"Lee... The surname of the royal family of Sheng Xue Country... Hee-hee, I declare you can survive!" the priest put his mouth wide with his hand and smiled like a clown.

But at this moment, the priest recited this precept in his heart: "In the Age of Destruction, the Snowland is the only kingdom that remains, and they have made an indelible contribution to mankind!Destiny Commandment 45: 'Do not harm the people of the Snowland. ’”

"Thank you, Mr. Reverend!" said the little girl who was famous as Li Jing, and hurriedly ran towards the exit of the small port.

"I only said that you can live, not that you can go. The priest stopped the little girl Li Jing in a flash, took off the priest's hat, performed a noble etiquette and said:

"In the name of Yorkham Knight Jones, you are my Praetorian Guard from now on. ”

After saying that, before the little girl Li Jing could resist, she was carried by the priest on her shoulder, and then Yorkham Knight Jones recalled the memory of this body and walked towards the residence.

"Yorkham Jones, Priest of the Cult of Light on Daurson Street, Patrol Officer of the Jonson Police Force, age thirty-one, orphaned, unmarried, died in the cold winter of December 1085 of the Fourth Age, died at the hands of thieves.... But there is no record that there will be a girl from the royal family of Shengxue Country, is it incomplete, or I haven't memorized it all? Hopefully my first companion will be Mr. Memory. The pastor thought as he walked.

"Good evening, Pastor Jones!" a girl poked her head out of the window and waved at the pastor.

"May the goddess of light bless you, Lady Ava, and you should sleep. Interrupted by his thoughts, Yorkham Jones replied with a soft smile, opened the door of the hallway, and entered.

"304...305...", after searching for a dozen rooms in succession, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but shout:

"Evil Night Lady! Corridor lights are not allowed to be installed!"

"Giggle~~" Xiao Qin'er on his shoulder couldn't stop laughing when he heard this, and pointed to the innermost room in the corridor and said, "Mr. Stupid Pastor, 309 is in the innermost." ”

"That's good!" said Yorkham Jones, and reached out to give him a touch on the buttocks.

"Ouch! bad!" was beaten like this, although it was not heavy or painful, but Qin Jing still opened his mouth and bit down on the pastor's shoulder.

Yorkham Jones ignored Qinqing's biting like a kitten, opened the door with the key, then turned on the cabinet light, and threw the dirty little girl on his shoulder into the bathroom:

"I'll wash it for you, or you wash it yourself. ”

"Hmph!" replied, slamming the bathroom door shut.

"Hurry up, I'll wash too!" Jokham Jones muttered as he knocked on the bathroom door, then took out a cigar and sat down on the chair by the door, and took a puff, and Yorkham Jones exclaimed:

"This is living! This is living! Thank you, Lord, thank you to the Goddess of Light, thank you to the lady in black, thank you to the great Mr. Wardar Einstein!"

In this way, with every puff of Yorkham Jones, he roared madly, and when he had finished thanking all the gods, and had washed the urn.

"It's going to be a roar!Everyone else is asleep!" After Qin Jing walked out wrapped in a bath towel, she was still a little girl with a dirty and stinking body, and it was clearly a delicate little Lori, especially her hair, and she didn't know how to grow so dense and slender.

"It's time for Uncle Ben!" he smacked him on the head, and Yorkham Jones walked into the bathroom.

"I've just washed it!" cried Kyung, but Yorkham Jones sang the hymn and walked reluctantly towards the bedroom.

"To live or to perish, that's the question,

Should we silently endure the merciless blow of bumpy fate,

Or should we be enemies of the endless suffering as deep as the sea,

And overcome it.

Which of these two choices is more noble?

Death is sleep, it's nothing more than that!"

In the bathroom, Yorkham Jones was singing poetry, but his mind was on something else, his eyes fixed on his arm, and he didn't stop humming until the writing appeared on it.

"Main Quest..."

"Side quest 1: In the heat wave of guns and roses, the old gods are whispering, and the new gods are singing about the land of eternal life!In the gentle embrace of the lovely lady of the night, the evil rose grows!Fourth Age, December 7, 1085, in Jonson City, Dolson Street, the dark people who have no human faith set fire to Clinton explosives in the Guns and Roses Bar, killing 57 people, please kill this traitor to the human faith. ”