I have a shelter

George felt a sense of despair. He remembered the 'follower' mentioned in the tavern, and the second mission seemed to be related to this. So I couldn't help but read it carefully.

[Side mission one: Recruit followers]

[Explanation: There are three travelers who were lost in the fog and are walking towards the shelter under the guidance of God. 】

[Content: This is a little test from God to you - you and these three people are bound to meet in fate. But one of them will kill you - choose the right person and convince him to stay. 】

[As a lord, the ability to choose and recruit partners is the most basic quality. And in this impenetrable fog, the shelter needs someone like this even more - you only have one chance, I hope you don't make the wrong decision!

Of course, if you can't make a choice, you also have the right to choose not to leave anyone behind. 】

[Reward: According to what you said, you are about to take over the branch of the ‘God of Sanctuary’. Therefore, if you want to obtain his first investment, you should naturally recruit a group of backbones first. 】

[God is paying attention to you, but He still has some doubts about whether you, an unbeliever, can keep the sanctuary]

"I also wonder if you have found the wrong person." Seeing these two tasks, George had mixed feelings in his heart.

Although those red dots don't have any labels, they are all moving. Some clusters of red dots move very fast, which shows that they are probably wolves.

Maybe he could think of some way to deal with those brainless zombies, but I'm afraid only one or two of those cunning wolves could kill him.

"Although this recruitment task seems a bit cheating, I am at the end of my rope now and there is nothing to hesitate about. I have to leave one person behind." George shook his head and thought: "This first pot of gold is not good in itself. Earn it, this opportunity was given to me for free, even if it is dangerous, I have no reason to give up! '

No matter how strong those people are, at least one more person means more hope. And George felt that he should still be able to find some clues from these travelers to make the right decision.

At this moment, George suddenly found that the time above the tavern suddenly disappeared and turned into a ‘? ’, and then, the door of the tavern was gently pushed open.

The wind and rain blew by, and a tall figure walked in among the swaying bonfire.

It can be seen from the exquisite curves that the hooded person is a woman. After she lifted her hood, she revealed a head of long purple-black slightly curly hair and a pair of deep blue eyes like the sea.

After she came in, she glanced at George coldly from the corner of her eye, and then stretched out her hand without saying a word. Then the fire in the fire pit suddenly became strong.

Immediately afterwards, the woman walked to the window and looked at the heavy rain outside, motionless. It was as if they were waiting for the heavy rain to subside and then immediately hit the road.

George took a closer look and saw these lines of notes on her body:

[The lonely and arrogant mysterious witch]

[Specialties: Knife insertion and eye rolling. 】

[Monologue: ‘How did I get here? ’]

[Other unknown: (With Sanctuary’s current capabilities, you cannot read any more information from her)],

Ignoring the specialty that made him want to complain, George began to think.

‘Many people think that witches are evil, and are even related to the Mist. I don’t know the true situation of this world, and I don’t know if she is evil. But she clearly seems to have trouble communicating. ’ George remained silent, planning to take a look at this person secretly. But at this moment, the door was pushed open again.

This time, an old man wearing a white robe walked in. George recognized his identity from the style of his robe at a glance - the high priest!

"Don't be nervous. I'm just a wandering traveler who lost his way in the fog like you. I'm taking shelter here temporarily." The priest glanced at George slightly. He looked more polite than the witch, and his eyes were softer and warmer. It seems that just one look can bring strength to people's hearts.

The priest glanced at the witch, then withdrew his gaze, and came to a corner to rest with a thoughtful look on his face.

The title on the old man's head was consistent with what George had guessed.

[The steadfast and pious great priest]

[Specialty: Smashing durian with bare hands;]

[Monologue: ‘Why doesn’t the fog sweep over here? ’]

[Other unknowns: (With Sanctuary’s current capabilities, you cannot read any more information from him)]

After seeing his specialty, George felt that the strength of the Holy See might really be divided based on this.

Shaking his head and getting rid of the useless things, George thought to himself: 'But this guy's attitude is obviously much better than that of the witch, and I can also find an entry point to talk to him. ’

The appearance of these two powerful travelers gave George great hope.

Moreover, it seemed as if this priest was guided by God to help him. It seems that as long as he finds a way to make him believe that the God of Sanctuary is paying attention to this place, he can be persuaded to stay.

But the key thing is that there are problems with my current identity and memory - I don't know anything about my resume in the past few years! If the conversation didn't go well, he thought he was a paragraph, or maybe this guy was greedy for this place without fog. And the monologue gave George an inexplicable weird feeling in his heart. He didn't know why he felt like this, and he didn't have time to think about it. Because at this time, the door was pushed open fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely tall and vicious figure bent down and entered the house.

This big bald head gives people a dangerous sense of aggression, and there is a ferocious scar on his face. After he came in, he sat on a seat, slapped the table hard, and yelled at George loudly: "Get me something to eat, bartender!"

His voice was very rough and scary, and even the ashes on the beams shook down.

A few rubs of ash fell on Miss Witch's hair. She trembled slightly and did not use her white hands to get rid of it. She acted as if nothing had happened just now and tried her best to maintain her mysterious demeanor.

George used a wooden stick to flip the potatoes in the fire pit and ignored the big bald head. Instead, he now hopes that he can take action to break the deadlock. And if it can trigger a new 'plot', then he will learn more information after observing the next actions of these three people.

While he was thinking, he glanced at the irritable bald head with his peripheral vision:

[Hungry and destitute wandering mercenary]

[Specialty: Especially edible. 】

[Monologue: "Don't touch me, or I'll lie down and show you!\