Behind the window, Vika's eyes lit up with rage.

Penny, whose arms were wrapped around her soft waist, also frowned.

Although she controlled the business of such a large merchant clan, Vika's temper was not as strict as that of a typical leader, she was still as gentle and steady as ever, and the wizard had rarely seen her complain since he met her, let alone show the anger written on her face.

But the paladin with the hammer was indeed very excessive.

At the same time, a raging anger rose in the wizard's heart.

But they certainly can't show up now.

Vika turned around and rested her head on his shoulder, "Penny, I don't like this guy. ”

"I'm sorry. The wizard secretly vowed to make the pesky paladin pay when he found the right time in the future, but first bowed his head and apologized to Vika.

The wizard knew very well that if it weren't for his plan, this paladin would not have been able to cause trouble here, and certainly would not have made the proprietress hold back her anger.

She shook her head, as if to signal that it was nothing, and at this moment, the group of people in the temple outside made a new move.

Bishop Khazar's rude behavior undoubtedly made Bishop Khazar and his party angry, and he pointed to the troubled paladin: "Knight Tirantus, you are too rude, this is not the politeness we should have. ”

"Politeness? It is rude for a faithful messenger of justice who refuses to come out to greet a visitor, even though he is hiding inside. Tirantus raised his head slightly, "We have every reason to be dissatisfied, Lord Bishop, you are too weak. ”

He brandished his war hammer and roared: "What's the use of counting on these cowardly and cowardly merchant nobles who dare not take any responsibility? Even the common lords of Cormier, who are known for their stupidity, know what glory is better than them, and they don't need to pay the slightest strength to fight the vampires, and those nobles who are imprisoned, I will rescue them in my own way, there is no need to fornicate with evil, this is my opinion, respected bishop." ”

He bowed to Qajar: "Although I admire your efforts for justice, I cannot approve of your course of action. ”

He took the hammer in his hand, turned and left the mansion, behind which the little pieces of wood left on the folding pages of the door that he had hammered open were still fluttering in the wind.

The visit had come to this point, and it was almost unpleasant, and it was clear that the Bishop of Khajar could not find a way to persuade Tirantus to come back and apologize - and even if he did, it would not be possible for Vika to come forward, and the hostess's evasive attitude was very clear.

He shook his head, suddenly raised his head, and said aloud as if to the sky: " Ms. Vika, whether you are in it or not, I will leave these words to let you know your important surname for the whole of Simon City, the Sermons have made conditions, as long as you can resolve the dispute between Your Excellency and Mr. Diesel and them, they will release the detained nobles, Simon City is now a mess, everyone is in dire straits, you can make their suffering greatly reduced, please be sure to think about this matter, the Simon people are waiting for your choice. ”

Hearing this, Vika covered her chest, and her eyes were full of unpleasantness.

While admiring the Bishop's conscientiousness, the wizard was also annoyed by the old man's clever words—his words clearly shook Vika greatly.

As a Ximen man who is not too bad-hearted, he probably can't bear to see the current chaos in Ximen City.

However, this chaos was planned by Penny.

After a moment, Vika sighed, shook her head slightly, and turned away from the window.

While the servant was repairing the door, the wizard thought for a while, and then went to the Ser Concession.

Because he remembered that the brainless paladin had said, 'Rescue the nobles in your own way'.

If he does come, as the mastermind behind the scenes, the mastermind of the conspiracy, the wizard will of course give him a pleasant experience that will not be forgotten.

He knew that paladins had always been talkative, though occasionally they seemed a little silly.

Indeed, as Penny expected, Tirantus said so, thought so, and did so.

Late at night he gathered five samurai attendants from the north, prepared his weapons, wiped his armor clean, and pulled his horse out of the stable, he was about to take action.

Before they could leave the Blind True Church, where they were temporarily staying, they were discovered by a colleague: "Lord Tirantus, what are you going to do?"

"Me?" Seeing Serra Grofia's wary and inquiring gaze, Tirantus was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head humbly, "Of course, to fight evil like a divine messenger, rather than wasting time on boring negotiations and currying favor with those stupid nobles. ”

This ironic remark made Serra feel very uncomfortable for a moment, and she shook her head, and walked closer to take the reins of Tirantus's horse: "It is more in the essence of justice to avoid fighting than to stir up strife." ”

"We exist to fight evil, Lord Grofia. Tirantus said with great disapproval, and when he mentioned 'fighting evil,' he seemed to think of the battle against the Shadow in the north, and felt more and more that the time spent at Simon was a waste of time.

Hearing that his ideas were denied, Sierra was speechless for a long time.

Tirantus, on the other hand, thought that this 'colleague' had been persuaded by himself, and he could not help but feel a little complacent, for in his opinion it was a waste for such a warlike fighter to waste his life under the command of Bishop Qajar:

"Why don't you come along, Lady Growfia. Why don't we take up arms and fight the enemy valiantly?" he said, raising his hammer and declaring, "The newborn Simon will remember us." ”

"But what if it fails?" said Serra, shaking her head, "disaster will befall the nobles who are imprisoned by the Serles. ”

"It has been proven countless times in history that good will triumph over evil, how can we fail?" said Tirantus, exclaiming, his expression disappointed, "Lady Grofia, I am sorry for your cowardice. ”

He ignored the woman's surname, which had been weakened by the influence of the Bishop of Khazar, and with a pat on the horse's head, he led a few attendants in the direction of the big reef where the concession of the city was located, and Serra wanted to step forward to stop it, but the horse had already gone away, and she had to summon her mount and follow, but Tirantus was not a pure idiot after all— At least he knew that he wore night clothes for night operations, and that horses were specially chosen to be fast, and in a city with twisty roads, Tirantus's position could only be judged by the faint sound of horses' hooves if he was a few seconds slower.

But Simon's night was always noisy.

With only a tug of the reins, she headed in the direction of the Serre Concession, hoping to feel deterred before Tirantus could make a move.

But out of her passion for a just cause, Tirantus was moving much faster than she had imagined.

In Lansendel's teachings, all evil organizations on Feren should be destroyed, and as for what an evil organization is, the members of the church will have a blacklist in their hearts, and on this list, the red-robed mage will always be at the top of the list as a famous rogue regime and notorious dark spellcaster organization in Faeron, and is the representative of the old evil organization.

The followers of Lansendel have always spared no effort to combat this kind of 'evil' as defined by the Church – which is why Tirantus is extremely disgusted by the peace talks between Bishop Khazar and the Serre Concession.

In his opinion, this organization can get the magnanimity of the light power, open a concession in this place, not do business well, and actually kidnap the local nobles, this is undoubtedly the old business of the evil organization, and it is naturally intolerable.

And the fact that Bishop Qajar was eating shut up made him think that it was a funny fantasy to have sex with these evil fellows, and now he was going to solve the problem in his own way.

He thought of more than that.

As long as he can free these nobles, he will immediately gain great prestige in his local area, and may even replace the Bishop of Khazar and gain the support of more nobles - well, although those nobles are stupid and short-sighted in his eyes, they still need their power to fight evil, and he will become the leader of the forces of justice in this area, and take the lead in the fight against the Night Mask and the Serles, driving them out of the city of Simon and letting the light of Lansender illuminate the coast completely.

Well, this rescue operation that is about to begin is the first step in this great plan.

"I'm going to beat it all odds. ”

Landendale's followers thought so with a great sense of mission.

However, the dream is beautiful, and the reality is often cruel, when he and his attendants arrived at the small city-like concession, bypassed the tightly sealed gates, and had just climbed over the walls behind them, wondering how the defenses of such an important area, and in such a tense situation, could be so empty.

This undoubtedly made Tirantus feel that something was wrong, and he just wanted to find a building to hide, but saw that the towering mage tower in the concession suddenly emitted a strong light, illuminating the area where he was from a short distance, he immediately rolled vigilantly behind a wall, but on the top of the eaves around him, I don't know when a bunch of black-clothed people rushed out, a huge fishing net fell from the sky, and at the same time flew down with a group of crossbow arrows, several of his attendants died on the spot in a scream, he raised his shield, blocked a wave of arrows, saw his comrades being slaughtered, and immediately let out an angry roar, but the fishing net had been shroudedHe drew a dagger and tried to cut open the large net, but the material of the net was surprisingly tough, and he slashed it several times before he could cut one.

The man in control of the net screamed and flipped the net pocket hard, and Tirantuston spun around, and his body was thrown heavily into the wall not far away, such an impact shook his internal organs through the armor, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in succession, and the bones of his whole body became heavy as if they were scattered, and he could not move for a while, and a large number of guards approached with sticks, and the head was a fierce blow, and the paladin held his head in vain, but still lost consciousness under the continuous blows.

The group of guards dragged the nets down a small street and back inside the Mage Tower, where the nets dragged behind them were a large trail of blood.

So when Serra arrived later, she didn't see any miracles happening—upon inquiry, the Serre guards at the head of the city replied that no one had come, which undoubtedly let her know that something was wrong, and that if the messenger sent by Lansendel died here, then it would not be a simple 'sacrifice to fight evil'.

"If Lord Tirantus has come, please remain calm, guests of Serge, know that he has come on behalf of the will of the Lord of the Dawn, and I hope you will not be willing to incur the god's disgust at this time. ”

However, she apparently had no way to enter the Sere Concession for a search, so she politely left a warning to the gatekeeper and rode out of the Concession.

Anyway, according to reason, the jealous and hateful Holy Warrior Lord is also asking for hardship.

"Lord of the Dawn?" Seeing the paladin go away, the defenders on the city wall sneered disdainfully, "He has never had a good impression of the Serens. ”

On the Mage's Tower, Panny, who had quietly watched Serra leave, turned his head, and on the floor there was a bloodstained fishing net.

(To be continued)