Happy times always pass too quickly, like sleeping.

Nisezhi felt as if he had woken up the next moment as soon as he fell asleep, and it was already the next morning.

Outside, however, instead of being sunny, there were dark clouds and heavy rain.

"I really let the old man say it. ”

Nisse muttered indiscriminately as he got dressed, and if he didn't scold the old man behind his back a few times a day, he would feel sorry for himself.

After washing, he turned to the clinic in front of him, and by this time, the old man was already sitting quietly at the counter, smoking a cigarette, and there were still beef fried rice, a jar of sauce, and a small spoon on the counter.

After shaking his head helplessly, Nisse sat down in his accustomed position, although he had always felt that eating in the morning was a kind of strenuous exercise, but the old man told him that skipping breakfast was tantamount to chronic suicide, not to mention, he did need to do some warm-up activities before killing.

Nisse took two mouthfuls of food casually, and then looked at the smirking old man and said pleadingly: "Anyway, it would be good if you could change it when you could, eat the food you cooked, not only exercise your teeth, but also exercise your spirit!"

"Hey, hey!"

The old man smiled angrily, "Yes, when can you cook, it's never too late to change, and the free meals are still picky, it's really a virtue with your father!"

As he spoke, the old man laughed as if he had returned to a happy time.

Nisse was silent, for he felt that what the old man had said was reasonable, and after eating breakfast in a hurry, the next thing was to go out to "hunt".

If an outsider sees that this young man can eat so easily before he kills someone, he will definitely call out the devil.

After a few moments, he cleaned up and pulled the scalpel from the wall, and the light disappeared from his hand in a flash.

At this time, the old man staggered out of the counter, handed out a black oil umbrella with a smile, and instructed softly: "This Chino Albaya may be a swordsman, but it is not clear what level it is, so ...... Be quick. ”

After taking the oil umbrella, Nisse glanced at the old man disdainfully, turned around and left, and at the same time pushed the door out, the old man said again, "Hey, stinky boy, remember to come back early after work, don't go to pick up girls again, do you know!"

"Don't worry!"

Outside the door, Nisse gently opened the oil umbrella, turned his head and shook it, "It's definitely not early." ”

"Humph!"

The old man in the room snorted coldly with a smile, "You stinky boy!"

Although the citizens of this city are eager for rain, every day when they come to such a show, everyone will be bored and scolding "This ghost weather!"

Nisse was no exception, walking through the rain curtains, without fear or excitement, but calmly contemplating the route he was taking, aiming for a remote place, a cathedral called San Siso, where the man who was about to lose his life today went every day to pray.

However, as soon as he planned the route, a faint sound behind him reminded him that this line was wrong.

The next moment, he did not hesitate to speed up his pace, the target - the Forgotten Valley Tavern, this is not the nearest route, but it is the most correct one.

The rain outside the umbrella was noisy, but the footsteps of the two people behind him kept ringing in Nisse's ears, it was the sheriff Brusno's subordinates, as long as Nisse was not careful, he would definitely be caught, even if he killed them, it was useless, because Nisse could not fight against the entire state apparatus at all, not to mention, he didn't think these people deserved to die.

Walking on the stagnant water on the ground, Nisse walked all the way to the tavern, he turned back to collect his umbrella, and glanced at the two people not far behind him, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

Although it was pouring rain outside, the tavern was already full, and it seemed that men were never afraid of trouble, but that the end of the trouble was not attractive enough.

Nisse sat down in his old position with an umbrella and ordered a beer, glancing at the door from time to time as he sipped.

At this moment, a young girl twisted her plump figure and sat down opposite Nisse, and saw that her clothes should be the same profession as that of that Xi'er, and the name tag on her chest had three words written on it, Maria.

However, there was no trace of pity in her expression, but the foxy feeling was even better, making people inexplicably hot, "Handsome guy, I heard that you are very bold, can you invite me to a beer?"

"Hehe!

As he spoke, Nisse snapped his fingers, and the waiter added a glass a moment later.

The woman named Maria smiled slightly, "It seems that Ciel is right, you really don't have a lot of brains. ”

"Your sister!"

Nisse scolded in his heart, but on the surface he was still a professional hippie smile, "Doesn't it mean that women like bad men and stupid men? ”

As he spoke, he was still looking in the direction of the door, and the two men who were following him did not enter.

Maria grinned, her face full of seductiveness, and even more charming in the dim light, "Who said that? That's all a trick to deceive, women only like rich men." Because men are unreliable, and only money is the most reliable thing, you say?"

"Hehe! Makes sense, makes sense!"

Nisse snorted as he sipped his wine, "What? Didn't Ciel come to work today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand, and it turned out that Maria's fair and slender palm had already been put up, "What? Do you miss her? Tell you, in fact, all the girls here are the same, there is no clean, but there is no one who will not serve people." ”

The more she spoke, the more Maria's voice grew, so frightened that Nisse quickly withdrew her hand, goosebumps all over her body fell to the ground, "Well, I'll go to the bathroom first." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the black oil umbrella beside him and stood up.

"What?

Maria's voice became more and more provocative.

"Hehe! I'm afraid to pee on my hands. ”

Nisse grinned and walked straight to the bathroom at the innermost end of the tavern, only to hear Maria's whisper behind her, "A child is a child, and I can't control it at all." ”

A moment later, a slightly diminutive figure appeared on the side of the tavern, holding a black umbrella in his right hand, and behind him was a bathroom window.

After a pause, the black oil umbrella wandered through the rain curtain in the direction of the Cathedral of San Siso, where the citizens of the area often worshipped.

On this continent, people are deeply religious, they believe in a presiding god, a teacher, and a scripture.

However, because of the different understandings and interpretations of the scriptures, people gradually began to divide, and eventually formed two major sects, the Holy See of Light and the Holy See, the people of the northern countries almost all believe in the Illuminati, while the southern countries naturally believe in the Holy Religion.

The power of religion is enormous, far exceeding secular laws and hierarchies, and even the most powerful emperors must be crowned by the Holy See to have real legitimacy.

The northernmost part of the human region deep in the Delmar Empire is naturally the Holy See of Light, and the Cathedral of San Siso is the church of the Holy See of Light, which is far away from the temple of the Holy See of Light outside the city of Ilta for people to worship and believe.

At this time, with the sound of horses' hooves stepping on stagnant water, a simple carriage came to an alley two hundred meters away from the church of San Siso, and as the carriage slowly stopped, a middle-aged man in his forties walked down from the carriage with an umbrella.

Unlike horse-drawn carriages, the umbrellas in the hands of middle-aged people are quite delicate, and the handle of the umbrella is two times thicker than ordinary umbrellas, which is quite luxurious and sturdy.

After tying the reins of the carriage, the middle-aged man walked with great reverence towards the church of San Ciso, and under this delicate umbrella was none other than Chino Albaya.

Naturally, people in a religious atmosphere had to pray to the gods every day, but it was rare for people like Chino to go to church every day to pray.

From his perseverance rain or shine, and his attitude of getting off the bus two hundred meters away from the church, it shows this man's piety, but no one knows that in fact, every prayer he prays is a confession, and what he repents of is not the original sin inherent in human beings, but his indelible past.

He was an aristocratic man, and he became the treasurer of the Demati ** affairs department in his twenties, but for some reason, since the great war between humans and orcs sixteen years ago, he has returned to the field and devoted himself to revising books and praying at home.

Some say he was remorseful for the killings in that big war, others say he was tired of the intrigues of officialdom, and no matter what, he eventually faded out of sight.

Since then, people have forgotten his achievements on the battlefield, forgotten that he was awarded medals by the two Holy Sees, and even forgot him as a person.