Saint

Chapter 27: two days and one night (three)

The girl's anger gradually subsided as the sun set in the West. The girl had a feeling of being teased in the palm of her hand, but the thought of finding the dirty devil made her have to obey Mr. Toposo's arrangement for the time being. "I don't have enough experience in secular life." the girl thought, and then sat on the chair near the window, praying quietly. Fulan is drinking the slightly sweet wine, the blood like red liquid, gently rippling in the glass. More than more than 20 years ago, the vineyard of Dafengshou (Salad of assorted fresh vegetables) in the south of Byron, the sunshine and temperature that year were praiseworthy, so that the brewed red wine became the best product comparable to gold. The wine on the table is one of the collections of that year. But the wonderful taste didn't alleviate Fulan's worries. He was looking at the Paladin and thinking that before the end of the transformation, he would have to abandon her. Women and fanatical believers are difficult creatures, and the lady in front of her is a combination of the two. "A monster, about two meters tall, ugly and ferocious, with stitching marks all over the body. I have to send this monster to the fire frame." what he just said surprised him. It turned out that Matilda was searching for her rescuer. Anno's Paladin has its own way of distinguishing between good and evil in the world. In short, just like the church's asylum law, as long as it is not blasphemous to the Holy Father, degenerate to heresy, violate the doctrines, any evil can be forgiven and forgiven. It's no wonder that this lady just hates the smuggled market town instead of chanting the holy words to purify it. This rigid and opinionated thinking mode makes Fulan sad and ridiculous. He looks at the girl who has been praying for two hours with his eyes closed and his hands closed. "But in some ways, I am like her." he thinks. "By accident, I found another potential enemy." Fulan smiled bitterly, "I have to avoid her later." At six o'clock in the evening, the hotel's assistant delivered dinner, a plate of mutton, two stewed tunas with peppers, cream lettuce salad and kelp soup, which was barely full-bodied. There are also some desserts, obviously for girls. "The head said that the auction starts at half past seven." the guy put the tableware on the table, filled the small silver basin with hot water, and then put in clean towels. After the waiter went out, Fulan shouted, "miss Hepburn, please have a meal." For a long time, Matilda stopped praying, took a piece of bread from the small bag he carried, tore it off one by one, and sent it to his mouth. "Are you angry?" "No, Mr. Toposo." the girl replied coldly, "we're just strangers, and we can't take your love anymore." Fulan smiled and didn't invite any more. He ate very slowly. It wasn't until half past seven that the dish moved a little. The smuggling leader came as promised, and he knocked on the door, "Sir, if you want to go to the auction house, now is the right time." "Lead the way." Fulan sorted out his clothes and looked at himself in front of the mirror in the room. A complete aristocrat, his face was covered with pride, the expression he used to hate most. "Living in the falsehood and playing various roles, that's who I am now." Fulan touched his chest. Looking at the meal on the table that has hardly moved, and seeing the powerful, scary and beautiful Paladin, wrapping the leftover bread on the side, the smuggling leader thought angrily, "what is the right of the aristocrat, who can make her so determined that she can't even eat well." he believed more in Fulan's identity. The buildings in the town are very low, with gray walls and gray doors and windows. After passing the branch road in the center of the town, the leader knocked on a house that is no different from the surrounding buildings. The more secret things are, the more hidden they are in the least prominent places. The first floor of the house is an ordinary residential building, and the second floor is a very wide hall. A dozen businessmen like people hold a brand in their hands, and only use the brand when bidding. The first floor of the house is an ordinary residential building, and the second floor is a very wide hall. There was no noise, no auctioneer so excited to shout, and the auction house was very quiet. They are all goods without buyers in the auction ground, three barrels of tobacco, sold one hundred and fifty gold coins, and a bundle of good wool, only sixty Caesar, 1/3 cheaper than the market. Occasionally, there are some antiques, all of which are dirty, and they are also sold quickly. "I need some special services." Fulan whispered to the leader. "Which one? Message or delegation?" "Is it about..." Fulan looked at Hepburn, and the girl was sitting on the position of two chairs, "have strange people been around this area?" "Strange people?" "Yes, it's not that ordinary people, with some supernatural factors. Any kind of intelligence is OK, I'll pay a big price." "You mean wizards and the like? We are just ordinary smugglers, but we don't have the courage to inquire about such people's intelligence." Fulan was relieved that it was close to Fedu. He was afraid that he would be known for the few months he spent in the mage island. But the reputation of the magician's mystery kept the secret well. "Oh, when can your head come to Sara? I want to see him in person." "Maybe, it's only the head that informs me, not me." "If you see him, say I have a big deal to talk to him." "OK, how can I get in touch with you?" "Do you want me to wait for him? No, I'll send someone, you just need to inform him about it." Fulan gave the leader a piece of hard paper, painted with beautiful colors, and the name of "van Toposo" was burned in the middle. That's what Fulan came here for, to slowly get in touch with Igo Andres. "Well, my baby also wants to ask you something private, and answer it truthfully." When Matilda asked, the leader said faithfully, "no, dear lady, a monster? You should go to the church." The girl was disappointed. On the last day of the auction, there was really no good goods. The final auction was an antique book, which was sewn from several large parchment, with strange words and some patterns written on it, and no one was willing to buy it. "What is this?" Fulan took the book from the auctioneer. "I don't know. Maybe some scholars would like to buy it, but they won't come here." the leader shrugged, "it's been sold for several years." Fulan can't read the text, but he can recognize a small part of those patterns, which are hand-painted plants. Under the guidance of master William, he learned many wonderful herbs, but many of them are unheard of in the book. The plain green leaves and small yellow flowers, but the underground rhizome is like a female body;On the other hand, it has long fleshy branches dotted with numerous thin spines. In the painting, a fierce beast is fighting with branches and leaves. The picture is very sloppy. It looks like a childish children's fantasy book. "Maybe I'll buy it." Fulan turned the book, "but you have to talk about its origin." "I'll ask." the leader said, calling for subordinates. "This is the prize of the group of Laman." "Booty?" "Yes, sir." the subordinate replied, "Rahman is the leader of slaves. He often goes to the black land to hunt. This book was obtained from a slave hunt." "Can you see the Raman?" "I'm afraid it can't, he didn't come back last year." the leader laughs, "the slave catcher will occasionally become the prey of those indigenous people, and the poor man and his subordinates may have become the meal of the orcs." "How much is it for?" "You can make any price." Fulan put the book away, "it's an unexpected harvest." he mused. The sound of the sea water gently washing the reefs is like a melodious serenade, and the moonlight makes the salt field emit little light. "Miss Hepburn, it's time to separate." zhenkou, said Fulan. "Mr. Toposo, may the Holy Father bless you, and the Lord's happiness and love are always with you." Matilda's fingers crossed in the void, "do you really help me, or do you see me as a tool to achieve your goal." Fulan looks at the girl, with a variety of moonlight, like evening makeup. On her holy expression, she smears a glimmer of hazy charm, "maybe, both." The two horses ran in different directions. At first, they heard the sound of each other's horseshoes. Soon, the two were covered by the quietness of the night. Until then, the Paladin just unfolded his palm and put on a beating halo, which was as red as a blooming rose. "He didn't cheat me." the girl murmured, "what a candid person." Matilda shakes her head, as if she wants to put the confusion out of her mind. She plans to go to Fedu first, and then to Liming fort and other small towns. The devil must be hidden in the world. Find it and bury it.