I have a shelter

George's attention was drawn back. Under Aji's guidance, he listened to Frank, or 'Jueying', stumblingly telling his story with a smile on his face.

The thing was half true and half false, and seemed impeccable, but line after line of words was revealed before George's eyes:

[Throat-cutting person——Jueying]

[On this continent, there is such a mysterious organization. Those who can enter it are the best killers and assassins. And among these people dancing on the tip of the knife, 'Jueying' is the most outstanding one.

It may not be too accurate to call it 'one'. Because too many people are using this title.

No wonder, the name 'Jueying' has always been the most desired legend among all those who cut their throats. It not only means recognition, but also treasures and money.

And calling the real "Jueying" is very simple - just kill all the other people who "falsely use" this name.

The visitor who came here today may be a little different from others. She is not very keen on killing.

‘Frank’s’ biggest hobby in life actually has only one simple one: antiques.

Of course, sometimes when exploring those exciting dungeons, there are often a lot of jewelry and rare gadgets placed next to the antiques. Naturally, she would not let go of these cute gadgets.

But no one knows where she is hiding.

In fact, she never wanted to use the name Jueying, because it meant trouble and was too public. But people always like to attribute her masterpieces to 'Jueying'.

Therefore, she was also helpless.

'Frank' admitted that there are many smart people in this world, so no matter how perfect she is, there will always be trouble following the clues to find her. It wasn't until the fog appeared that the situation improved. Not only were her troubles getting less and less, she was also getting better and better in that hazy fog.

However, she encountered a little trouble some days ago - the road to the east that had been blocked by the devil was indeed not that easy to walk. Especially during these days, 'Aloysius''s treasure was accidentally stolen.

But 'Frank' was pretty lucky, and he didn't starve to death in the wilderness in a ridiculous way.

Recently, she planned to take a rest for a while, and then go to the Black Pearl Manor to take a look at how beautiful the woman in the devil's mouth was, and also take a look at the antiques there - according to Aji, the antiques there were more beautiful than Yong. There are even more in Fengcheng.

In addition, that enthusiastic child will set off to a certain underground city with the poor lord in front of him in a few days. She was thinking about whether to go with him. After all, not only was it very dangerous, but the structure was also very unusual]

[Comprehensive combat power: S+]

[Tip: Although in the past two days, the cutthroat person who was 'rescued' had a very good chat with her savior. But this is one of the few truly free people in the world, so this traveler who is used to wandering around is destined not to be hired by you.

Unless you have a lot of antiques in your hands, enough for her to play with for a long, long time

So, you’d better pay more attention to that nun]

Seeing this, George knew that the guy in front of him was the same as 'Lin'. It seems that heroes of this level can only be used by him when certain specific conditions are met.

But even if he has antiques in his hands now, it may be in vain

"Fortunately, I sneaked up the mountain this morning and luckily I met him. You don't know how bad his condition was when he was lying in the snow. Not only was he about to starve to death, but his crotch was bleeding." Aji said nonchalantly. When he mentioned his miserable situation at that time, 'Frank' looked a little ugly.

"Aji, you are already a knight. You don't need me to make decisions for you on many things." George took a sip of wine, looked at the nun not far away who seemed to have noticed it, and patted Ah Ji. Ji's head said: "And I gave you a large bonus a few days ago. Whether it's buying a set of armor or treating friends to drinks and eating meat every day, it's enough - if it's not enough, I won't care."

As he spoke, he tightened his rustic fur coat, which only had the word "luxury" written on it, and glanced proudly at the groom opposite him, showing that he was generous and very wealthy.

But there was a bit of self-abasement in his tone.

The groom's face turned red and he avoided George's gaze. He fiddled with his greasy and twisted leather jacket with some inferiority complex.

Aggie jumped up excitedly when he heard that he could make his own decisions. He picked up Frank and walked out, saying that he was going to find a tailor and get him some new clothes first.

The moment they walked out of the tavern door, the flames in the fire pit flickered, and suddenly there was a line of words.

[‘Jueying’ will indeed not stay in the shelter. But if you give Aji a holiday and let him have fun outside with his new friend, then maybe there will be a new profession in your Dawn Cathedral - whatever you want to call it Templar Assassin or Dawnblade are both fine, but Dawnlight still prefers the latter name]

Templar Assassins, these people have always been the most mysterious beings in the Holy See.

George's eyes widened and he couldn't help but clenched his fists: 'A S+ hero in exchange for a group of Templar assassins! This deal is definitely worth it! Aji, don't worry, I will definitely give you a holiday. Just feel free to have sex with your little brother. Why do you use the word ‘she’?

George suddenly remembered what Aji had mentioned about 'blood on his crotch', and his expression became very strange.

Maybe this Frank doesn't look like this at all.

After Aji left, the witcher suddenly lowered his hood and staggered out of the tavern. Alexander, including the red-robed knights who came in later and dressed as leaders, also followed him out.

There were almost no people in the tavern, only Martin and others, and a few later aunts and priests were left.

At this time, a woman sat across from George uninvited.

"Are you the person the believers say you are?"

Looking into the nun's eyes, George read something in them - stubbornness.

He took a sip of wine and didn't answer. He began to look this woman up and down.

The nun was also looking at George. Although the man in front of her did not give her an answer, and there was no obvious sign on the man's clothes. But she confirmed the identity of this person.

"Thank you for taking in those refugees." The nun said, suddenly there was a questioning tone in her mouth: "But do you know what you are doing?"

"What are you doing?" George put down his wine glass, shook his head, and suddenly laughed.

This sentence really touched his heart. He sometimes asks himself this question.

"Dear lady, in this fog, no one knows what they are doing. We are gathered here, just trying to find a way to eat, keep each other warm in this difficult environment, and struggle to survive." Here, George looked at the crowd in the tavern. I found that although there were still quite a few people, they were basically the ones he usually taught more.

He felt that even if he said something he shouldn't have said today, it wouldn't matter.

"Pastor - please allow me to call you this." Mary suddenly said: "From the coat of arms of those knights' armor, I can recognize that you should be related to the 'St. Will Lake Cathedral'. But these self-proclaimed churches Knight warriors, I don’t know any of them. I think maybe you should have practiced there. I don’t know for what purpose, but you should understand.”

The nun's voice suddenly trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and an extremely suppressed anger spurted out from her chest: "You are stripping those poor and innocent people out of God's warm chest and letting them Exposed alone in this world, helpless, to bear the disaster from the end!"

The nun suddenly burst out: "You are simply an unbeliever, and you want them all to become unbelievers too!"

"Tell them! You are a bastard who has not even learned the doctrine!!" The nun stood up angrily, pointed at the people behind her who kept their ears pricked, and roared loudly!

And as the angry voice fell, the tavern gradually became quiet.

Martin and the others suddenly burst into laughter and burst into laughter.

They pounded the table and drank loudly. Even though he knew that he had disturbed the lord's conversation, he did not suppress his voice for a long time.

It was not until the lord they had been staring at from the corner of their eyes opened his mouth slightly that the uneasiness that quietly rose in their hearts for no reason calmed down.

But these words were contrary to what they imagined.

"You are right, I am a magic stick." George nodded and said with some surprise: "Besides, I am also a person who has no faith."

The flames burning in the fire pit crackled twice, and you could hear a needle drop in the tavern.