Marin took the girls back to the church and immediately went to find Old Hoffman, but the church guard told him that Old Hoffman had just led a team of punishers ten minutes ago to fight with the people in the big woodland.

The great priests left the church together.

This was really a fatal answer. Marin asked the guard where his mentor had gone, but he couldn't answer. Instead, the horse breeder on the side gave an answer - City Hall.

"They said they were going to the city hall. Although it is not good to tell the news they heard, you are Mr. Hoffman's apprentice and you have the right to know your whereabouts." The horse breeder said this specifically.

Marin nodded, then turned and left, returning to Faye and the others. When Marin mentioned this, Faye and Cross were confused: "Why did you go to the city hall? We haven't come back to inform him yet.

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"The only possibility is that my mentor got information about Chaos from other channels, and he took the punisher to the city hall." From Marin's point of view, it was obvious what his mentor wanted to do.

Yu - He took a team of punishers and the great master Mrs. Ollie, and rushed to the city hall without saying a word. In addition to killing Chaos, could he also be going to pick up his good disciple back to the church?

?

How can this be.

The mentor is already old, and the only one who can work for him is Chaos.

Moreover, they met Colin before. He and Knight Camilla went to Michele's house, and Marin himself was not in the church. Otherwise, judging from Marin's familiarity with his mentor, he would definitely let Marin take someone with him.

Go kill that Chaos.

"Let's do this. You guys wait in the church while I go to the city hall." Marin decided to rush over. Not to say anything about participating in the grand event, at least he could go over and send a message to his mentor - besides this chaos, there are more

Shocking news: "You must be at church. I don't want to have to come to you all over Castle Carter after the action at the city hall is over."

"Be careful along the way." Faye stopped Jessica from following her, and then agreed to Marin's request: "We are not going anywhere."

"We are waiting for you to come back." Maya stood next to Faye and looked at Marin and said.

Marin nodded: "I'll be back soon." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the horse breeder: "Help me prepare a horse."

"No problem, Your Excellency, please prepare your horse. Your horse will be waiting for you in front of the door." The horse breeder turned and ran towards the passage leading to the stable.

The guard on the side pulled the weapon rack. Marin unbuttoned his windbreaker, took out the revolver from his waist, then took off the holster belt and replaced it with another belt - a bullet bag on the belt with only one holster.

It was stuffed with No. 12 shotgun, and a guard handed over a double-barreled shotgun with a sawn-off barrel.

Marin stuffed it into his holster.

"My four-barrelled weapon." Marin looked at the guard who was dragging another weapon over and said. At the same time, he tilted his head and put on the breastplate under the preparation of the guard. In the confrontation with Chaos, the lightweight secret

Silver breastplate has always been synonymous with reliability, and this time is no exception.

Using only the front breastplate and the back with a tough earth dragon leather buckle, Marin took his four-barrel shotgun, opened it, and inserted four single-head bullets.

"Mr. Hoffmann brought holy water with him when he left." A guard came over with a holy water bag. Marin took out a No. 5 holy water bottle and put it in the storage bag on his chest.

Then he took out a silver-infiltrated dagger from the third weapon rack and tied it with its sheath to the shoulder pocket of the chest plate armor.

"The horses are already in place, Marlin." Margaret, who was in front of the gate, looked at Marin and shouted.

"That's enough." Marin rejected the Demon-Breaking Sword handed over by the guard. With the twigs of the World Tree, Marin no longer needed this weapon. Moreover, he also had Blood Roar to use the axe.

Pulling the handle away, Marin put the ax into his satchel, turned around and walked out.

After passing through the gate, Marin looked back at the hall. His girls were watching him.

After being stunned for a moment, maybe a second, Marin lowered his head with a smile, and then walked into the sunlit street.

The horse breeder had already led the horse over. He helped Marin get on the horse: "I'm sorry, the ponies were all ridden by the apprentices."

"It's okay." Marin slapped a few blessing spells on the Sidney war horse, then pulled the reins: "I like the bigger one."

Before he finished speaking, the war horse took Marin and galloped away.

The horse breeder watched as the star young man in his church was so beautiful that he controlled the horse to jump over the stall, pass through the crowd, and finally knocked to the ground a gangster who was trying to grab a bag when turning a corner.

"Has Mr. Marin really ridden a horse before?" he asked the guard beside him.

"How do I know?" The guard shook his head.

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The halfling looked at the mobile stall not far away. He was waiting for the order to be completed in the Tainan shop. He had just eaten two thin-skinned meat buns with rich fillings. The salty and fresh meat soup inside made the halfling very happy.

Satisfied, and to pass the time, he began to pay attention to the stall he was currently paying attention to.

That stall is also run by people from the South of Thailand, but...it's not correct to say that it's from the South of Thailand. It's quite correct to say that it's the spirits of the South of Thailand.

Yes, the spirits from southern Thailand. Speaking of the spirits from the eastern human world and the spirits from the western human world, they are completely different. The former is more like a completely deformed beastman, but the southern spirits have completely retained their consciousness and personality.

, so after the initial confusion, the Tainan spirits were called Tainan orcs to distinguish them from the orcs in the western human world.

So the halflings paid attention to the bull-faced orc and the otter-like orc.

The former is the manager of the stall, and the latter is the paying customer.

It was obvious that he was only an otter orc who reached the waist of a halfling, but his appetite was surprisingly large. I saw him sitting at the table with a huge bowl in front of him that was big enough to serve as a bathtub. The bowl was filled with noodles and meat.

For a halfling, this bowl of noodles is enough to feed his family for a whole day.

But all the noodles ended up in the otter's stomach, and there was no situation where the orcs would be bloated to death. Instead, the otter put down the bowl... It can't be said that he put down the bowl, because the halfling watched the otter put down the bowl.

He smashed the bowl on the table, stood up, and looked up at the minotaur orc: "Your face is so thin! You bastard!"

The halfling tilted his head - you've finished eating such a big bowl and so many noodles, and then you say that to others... you must be wanting to eat the Overlord's meal.

"If you don't pay, you will die here today." The Minotaur didn't seem to say much, as if he was just stating a fact.

"I'll pay you a big-headed devil!" The otter orc said and flipped the table.

Is there going to be a fight?! The halfling is very excited - because orcs are always powerful beings, this is especially true for a halfling like him.

The minotaur orc turned around and picked up the meat-cutting knife.

The otter turned and ran away.

The halfling watched the Minotaur orcs roaring and chasing the otter. Just as he was about to say something, he saw several Tainan orcs emerging from the corner of the street. They loaded all the things in the stalls into the ones they had prepared.

bag, then turned around and ran away.

The halfling looked around - the police officers had just chased the minotaur orcs and the otter orcs. There were no police at the scene, and no one would care about this kind of thing - for members of the western human world like halflings

, it is always better for the Thai people to resolve matters among themselves.

For the Tainan people, it is better to let them resolve matters between spirits themselves.

So the halflings watched as the Tainan orcs emptied the stalls, and a yellow-haired catman even took away the chopstick holder.

He turned and glanced at the store manager who was leaning on the counter in the kitchen: "Is this okay?"

"Of course there is no problem. Let them solve their weird things by themselves. As long as they are not killing people in the street, a little blood between them doesn't matter." The Thai southern store manager replied, and his clerk had already put it away.

The meal box came over: "Please give your order and food box to the cleaners at the city hall. We will pick them up every Wednesday."

"No problem, it's the same old rules." Taking the food box, the halfling paid the money and walked out of the Tainan shop.

He saw that the minotaur and the police officer were back, but the otter was nowhere to be found. It was obvious that the little thing had gone somewhere with its small nimble body.

Then he also saw the tauren's stunned look when he saw his empty stall.

Out of good intentions, he didn't speak.

It wasn't that he didn't have sympathy, but he noticed that in the alley around the corner, the spirits were distributing the buns they took from the stalls to the homeless people.

The war in the north seems to be unstoppable for a while, and those poor children can only be displaced with their parents, living a life ruled by hunger.

As a halfling, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being secretive at this time - good deeds that were not recognized by the order were also good deeds, weren't they?

With this thought in mind, the halfling passed by the alley. He noticed that the orcs noticed him, so the halfling raised his brows and smiled at them.

The yellow-haired catman also raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Sometimes, when we meet, we have to know each other before.

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Little Nagan, an apprentice of the Church of the Harvest Goddess, who just entered school this year, was just a child rolling in the mud in the west area of ​​the city before he showed his talent in auxiliary spells. When he passed the apprenticeship appraisal, his mother howled loudly.

, Nagan has never seen his mother so happy, and has never seen his mother so sad.

He has no father, which is the most common situation among children in the west area of ​​the city. In order to live, his mother sometimes has to sell something. Nagan has not read a book in the six years since he was born to when he became an apprentice.

He couldn't even write his name. If it hadn't been for the test that changed his fate that day, he would have been like those gangsters in the western district of the city, fooling around all day long and probably dying somewhere in the end.

But after becoming an apprentice, Nagan discovered that the world is so big, there are many better lives than living like a gangster, and there are also many existences that are far scarier than gangsters.

For example, the refugees in the distance have always gathered in recent times. They don’t know what they are doing or talking about. They are unwilling to work in Mr. Marin’s food processing factory and are unwilling to use their own food.

The hands get the food, but they still eat and drink.

This is not normal. The gods always say that you will get something if you pay. Little Nagan also thinks so. Because of her relationship, her mother also joined the processing factory. Although she only washed clothes for those men, she still got a lot of money every month.

The income of a few yuan and a few cans were earned. Although it was not as good as before, my mother was very happy. She always said that although she made less money, at least she lived more like a person than before.

The definition of a person... Xiao Nagan has read it in a book, that is, having a beating heart, a free soul, not being bound by evil, and not being deceived by chaos.

Looking at the refugees in the distance walking out of the camp surrounded by tents and looking at the bags in their hands, little Nagan retreated from the ruins and walked quickly onto the road. What happened here must be told to the sisters in the organization, so that

They told Lord Marin.
To be continued...