Time goes back to twenty minutes ago.

Seeing the boy named Marin leaving with others, Sarah could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The third daughter of the Bliss family has never been as afraid of a person as she is today. That boy named Marin Gayatt indeed threw the gloves with the intention of killing people.

She could feel the murderous intent surging in the little human's eyes when he tore off the street lamp pole.

It was a determination that if she dared to wield a weapon, he would kill her.

So Sarah knelt down very thoroughly, and at the same time confirmed again - the rumors may not be true, but the rumors about this little guy are really true.

The street lamp pole was made of solid pig iron. This little thing could be pulled off with one hand. Sarah felt that the giant blood in her body was all fake. She could not pull off the street lamp pole with one hand, or even with two hands.

There is no way, this is indeed the child that old Mr. Hoffman values.

And, to be honest...Marin is so cute.

Everyone is the owner of giant blood, why is she so big and thick, not even qualified to pretend to be cute in front of the boy she likes, but Marin is so... Sarah really has no way to use it on a boy.

How can we describe the word 'petite' without using this word? He looks so thin and cute, as harmless as a small animal, but also behaves like a berserker. Sarah feels that if this power can appear

How nice it would be on Alan Bobka.

It's a pity that there will always be helplessness of one kind or another in life.

"Sarah, let's go." Bobka shouted from the carriage.

"I'm here." Sarah walked forward quickly and sat on the seat at the back of the carriage - the carriage carriage was like a distant dream to Sarah. In the dream, she was only five years old. In addition to her young age,

Besides, it's a bit crowded.

………………

Orlando Carton was still doing nothing. On the third day of the Harvest Festival, the young police officer who had nothing to do looked at the crowds and noticed the church deputy who was riding a horse but got stuck in the sea of ​​people.

"This way, Your Excellency." Orlando waved to the agent, who noticed the gap beside him and immediately drove his horse to approach carefully and firmly: "Mr. Police Officer, what's the matter?"

"Where are you going?" the police officer asked with a smile.

"Chengbei, I need to notify the members of the Church of the God of War to ask them to suspend their mission. My commander believes that there may be dangers that they cannot handle." Perhaps this smile gave people an absolute sense of security, so the agent sighed: "

I was born in this city and have lived in this city for forty years. For the first time, I feel that there are so many people in Carter Castle and how they came here."

"Sir, this is one of the rare days of the year when everyone can do nothing. It's just a pain for service providers like you and me." Orlando smiled and walked to the front. He put the whistle in his mouth and blew it to signal the citizens.

They paused for a moment: "Come, Sir, I will take you over there. There is an alley now used by our police officers, which can lead directly to the gate of the North District of the city."

"Thank you." The representative thanked with a smile, and at the same time caressed the chests of the citizens who stopped: "Thank you all, I hope your life will be wonderful."

The citizens also recognize the clothes of the vicars - for the sake of uniformity and obviousness, the vicars and punishers of various churches almost have uniform dress standards so that ordinary citizens can recognize them at a glance - of course the punishers go out to do things.

, will not abide by such rules.

Two policemen stood at the alley and saw Orlando and the representative of the Harvest Goddess Church. One of them first put his hands together in front of him, crossed his fingers and clasped them, making a standard gesture for Harvest Goddess believers: "Good day,

Friend, what wind has brought you here?"

"It is the joyful wind of a good harvest. Brother, I have something to go to the North District. Your colleague told me that I can use this passage."

"Yes, no problem. Representative of the Harvest Goddess Church, please come in." The other policeman had been silent before because he was not a believer of the Harvest Goddess Church, but this time, of course, he needed to express his attitude - Orlando is

The person who brought this agent here has already made his attitude clear; his colleague is a believer in the Church of the Harvest Goddess, so his position is naturally his attitude.

So, paying his respects, he stepped aside like his colleagues.

"Thank you. May your life journey be fruitful and share the joy." This agent was also very polite, which made this believer of the Church of the Just God very satisfied - the believers of the Church of the Just God were not so good.

They like the Church of God of War, because the wars launched by the latter are often the source of disasters; similarly, they don’t like the Church of God of Ocean, because the ocean is too capricious; they also dislike the Church of Art and Beauty,

Because there are many times when believers in this church are tempted by evil gods and commit sins that they should never commit.

But the Church of the Goddess of Harvest is different. This is a neutral and kind-hearted church. From gods to members, they are either farming or begging for a good harvest. According to the internal reputation of the Church of the God of Justice, this is the safest group of churches.

In fact, a thousand years before the establishment of the Justice Church, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest has always been the safest. Compared with the Church of Art and Beauty, where a bishop has fallen today, and believers will gather in a crowd tomorrow to be so high that they lose contact, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest every ten years.

There are less than three cases of corruption among members of the congregation, and they deal with countless incidents of rampaging spirits and alien invasions every year. They are simply the most reliable friends in the eyes of the Just Church.

The agent rode into the alley, and the police officer turned around to confirm that the agent turned around and caressed his chest. The middle-aged man also smiled and raised his hat in return.

………………

The old man sitting behind the hotel counter was reading a newspaper. The incandescent lamp lit up the small corridor on the first floor of the hotel that was a little dark because there were no windows. It also lit up the newspaper in front of him. As he continued to read,

He laughed, because the joke columns in newspapers have been getting better and better recently. He laughed happily until the old man heard the sound of the hotel door being pushed open.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Guest..."

He raised his head from the newspaper in front of him and saw a man wearing a gray light windbreaker and a beautiful and handsome gentleman's hat. He was a little young and unfamiliar, but very normal - the Harvest Festival of Fort Carter every year

It will attract followers of the Harvest Goddess from the human kingdom to watch the ceremony. After all, Carter's Castle is one of the top five parishes in the entire human world, and the transportation is convenient - in addition to sea transportation, tourists can also go all the way north to Carter's Castle through Cavan Headland in the east.

With safe access, beautiful scenery, and endless fields, believers come here every autumn.

"Good afternoon, old sir. I need a room on the top floor. It is best to be able to see the square through the window. I heard that your street is the place where you can most intuitively see the night prayer processions in the square." The middle-aged man

He raised his hat and revealed his slightly bald head, which immediately attracted the old man's favor - this head belonged to him.

He sat up straight, his smooth head reflecting the light of the incandescent lamp: "There is indeed such a room, but they have all been booked."

"Money is not an issue, old gentleman." The middle-aged man smiled and took out his wallet.

The old man took out his cigarette case and handed a cigarette over: "Money is really not an issue, sir. All the rooms have been booked. There is only a small room in the attic. Although the view is very good, I don't think it is suitable for someone like you."

gentleman."

"When I was young, I was also a child walking in the fields. This time I want to fulfill my son's dream, so I want this room." The middle-aged man took the cigarette, took out a flint lighter and lit it, and then lit it for the old man.

Smoking: "How much is needed."

"Three yuan a day. As you know, hotels have generally raised their prices in the past few days." The old man raised his eyebrows. Originally, he wanted to offer four yuan, but he always felt that this middle-aged man suited his temper, so he lowered the price.

price.

"I know, five days." The middle-aged man took out two ten-dollar bills from his wallet and put them on the table. When the old man wanted to take out change, the middle-aged man smiled and picked up the luggage at his feet.

As soon as he reached out, a key from the top of the key rack flew into his hand. He smiled at the stunned old man: "My mentor said that knowledge changes destiny. He was right. Knowledge changed my life."

Destiny, so no need to look for it, happy harvest festival, old gentleman."

"Ah...ah, yes! Happy Harvest Festival! Your Excellency!" The old man stood up. He watched the middle-aged man walking up the stairs and finally understood why this man said that he would run in the fields when he was young.

He must be an extraordinary person who graduated from the extraordinary apprentices of the Harvest Goddess Church.

Thinking of this, the old man happily put away the money and put it into his wallet. The smile disappeared from the old man's face. He sat down in his seat, spread out the newspaper, and continued reading.

Then he started laughing, because the joke in the newspaper's joke column was really interesting, and he laughed very happily.

It's... so interesting.

…………The middle-aged man walked up to the top floor, followed the stairs to a small door, opened the door with a key, walked into the room and gently closed the door.

His facial muscles were twitching, and soon, a young and completely different face replaced the middle-aged man before. The young man put down his suitcase, and the small box opened automatically, and the bottles inside were mixed with

The countdown instrument is exposed.

The young man took out an ivory white cloak from the compartment of the box and replaced his windbreaker with it. Then he replaced the leather shoes with thick cloth shoes, and replaced the loose wide-leg pants with tight pants.

He put a pair of arm guards on his arms, then pushed open the window, just in time to see the little policeman and the agent staggering among the crowd.

The young man smiled and turned over his palm, and the slender blade popped out of the arm guard. The silver blade was covered with blessings and demon-breaking patterns.

Muttering to himself, he recovered the blade. The young man raised his hands and pulled up his cloak to cover his head.

The young policeman stopped the agent, and the young man climbed out of the window and climbed to the rooftop.

"May the gods forgive your family for the wrongs they have committed."

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, he was whispering.
Chapter completed!