The blond boy's face was covered in cold sweat, but wisps of moisture surrounded the young pastor - he couldn't tell which drop was rain and which drop was sweat.
Obviously, just now, he was also affected by an abnormality, which caused distortions in basic cognition, value orientation and moral judgment.
There is no Will saving throw - this is a save-ignoring effect.
Chabron felt frightened for a while, and finally understood the source of his previously unexplained heart palpitations.
Why can he get rid of the influence, but others in Wind Breeze Town cannot? This doubt flashed in the mind of the priest of the God of Knowledge, but now is not the time to think deeply about this problem. Saving people is the first priority.
"Wake up!"
Snap!
Chabron showed no mercy at all - or maybe because he was too kind - and slapped the silver-haired lady An Luo on the face, leaving a bright red palm print on it.
"Don't you think what you said is weird? There is no need to burn yourself to celebrate a holiday."
Then he raised his hand again, preparing to strike a second time.
"Wait a moment······"
Snap!
"Brother Xia Bolan, please say goodbye..."
Snap!
"I have..."
Snap!
"I've realized something's wrong. Stop fighting."
Snap!
What? Can the weird influence be neutralized so easily? Chabron couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Although one hand was slapping the face, the other hand of the blond boy was not idle either, and at the same time he was using a dagger to cut the rope around An Luo's body.
Pulling up the silver-haired boy An Luo, who was blushing (and obviously not blushing because of shyness), the young pastor turned around and wanted to leave.
He can no longer leave.
Taking the victims away from the festival is no simple task.
The townspeople surrounded the two beautiful boys and formed an airtight human wall.
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People either whispered in a low voice or directly persuaded the young pastor, racking their brains and thinking of all kinds of absurd reasons:
"You don't want to help him."
"Even though An Luo is a cute child, he is not gregarious at all and never plays with other children in the town. What do you think will happen to such a person when he grows up?"
"This kid has always been sick. I've seen him taking strange drugs for a long time."
"Yes, yes, this kid once had silver cuticles on his body. You will be infected if you are so close to him."
"They never tip. They are obviously the richest in town."
"Uh, Chapron... you have to look at the occasion to do good deeds. Sometimes love really shouldn't be so overflowing."
"You may be a stranger and don't understand. Fengxi Town has its own rules. You see, everyone is embarrassed when we confront each other like this."
"Festivals are the basis for the maintenance of the town. I know it may not be good to leave this matter outside, but if we don't do it, the town will slowly die."
"It's okay. Jacks isn't here. No one knows what happened to this kid."
"I said, let's just kill Jacks and his niece later. Otherwise, they will be in trouble."
"Xia Bolan, I have always believed that you are a very kind person. This year's festival has been postponed, and it will be difficult if you take him away."
What is all this?
Isn’t this reason too ridiculous?
Like everyone else, Aunt Martha's fat face was full of confusion. The fat woman who was good at cooking walked up to the blond little priest, and said to Chabron in a rather gentle and surprised tone:
"Oh, my God! Little Chabron, what are you doing? You don't want to take him away. You are obviously such a good person, how could you do such a thing? I don't believe it, is there something...
····What misunderstanding?”
As she spoke, Aunt Martha stretched out her two hands and tried to pull away the hand held by Sha Bron and An Luo:
"Ah, let it go, let it go quickly. Leave from behind, and we will pretend we have never seen you."
Can't pull it apart.
Under the hazy drizzle, Martha felt that she was holding the hands not of the two children, but of the chain. The two hands, which were wet and cold due to the rain, were tightly holding each other.
She lowered her head and met the young priest's green eyes, which were as cold as ice at the moment.
The calmness and determination in his green eyes frightened women.
The fat woman shouted almost hysterically:
"Xia Bolan! You are crazy! Okay, okay, don't you know how you will be treated if you break the rules of the town like this? I think you just want to be burned to death with him!"
The little priest with blond hair and blue eyes responded to her with actions——
Chamberlain hit Aunt Martha in the face with a left hook. His fist hit the bridge of the woman's nose, knocking Martha to the ground.
"No misunderstanding, I am more awake than ever."
Martha screamed, stood up and ran away, joining the crowd.
The young priest of the God of Time was indifferent.
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Emotions spread among the crowd.
Some were surprised, some were afraid, some were angry, some were cursing, and some were praying.
They were approaching step by step.
Chabron had some hallucinations. He felt that the people in front of him were more like kobolds, goblins, hobgoblins, wargs, and other monsters that liked to use numerical superiority to overwhelm their enemies.
Standing at the front of the crowd is Police Officer Follett, the only warlock in Windless Town.
Someone took out something familiar to Chabron from the package and the wide pocket.
Others squeezed to the front, so that Chabron could see what they were holding in their hands respectfully as if they were worshiping holy objects.
1 book, 5 books, 10 books, 15 books...
Iron book!
There is no text on the pure black cover, only rust and sweat stains left by repeated touching.
The pitter-patter rainwater hit the metallic luster, making a pleasant tinkling sound.
One by one, the townspeople opened the books, and the rainwater was repelled by the waterproof oily pages, condensed into drops, and then gathered into streams, slowly flowing down.
They approached the two children while turning the pages of the book respectfully, and no one spoke.
Behind the hazy rain curtain, the townspeople walked in unison, like troops in a drill, and every lift and fall of their footsteps was like the beat of a drum.
But Chabron was not panicked by the sight before him. The fear was real, but when fear gripped his heart, he seemed calmer.
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On the other side, the soldier Jacks found a dusty iron book in the corner of his new house and locked it in an iron box.
Then, without an umbrella, he opened the door of his house and went straight into the rain song playing outside.
The mage girl Arya watched her uncle go, watching the man's burly and heroic back melt behind the falling filaments.
The younger brother who raised an heir for his older sister, the royal family who left his hometown, the enemy of the God of Order, the warrior who once fought with the demon lord, the dragon slayer of the ancient white dragon in the northern continent, now he is going to find his nephew.
