I have a big sailing game.

Rogge did not speak when he heard this. He nodded slightly and then turned his head.

Hudson didn't seem to care about Anna's family situation. He was just concentrating on drawing something on the forehead of Anna's son Mark.

Not long after, Hudson took out another spiritual statue, placed it on Mark's forehead, and recited a spell.

This spiritual statue can only be called a stone with a special pattern.

After Hudson did this, Mark's complexion returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hudson spent about ten or twenty minutes while Anna watched worriedly.

"All right."

Hudson turned his head and looked at Rogge calmly.

To him, this was a transaction condition given by Rogge, not a favor to Anna and her son.

"...Sir, please tell me how much it will cost."

Ana hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said.

Hudson remained silent and looked at Roger.

"I don't know much about your market situation..." Rogge pondered for a moment and then smiled: "One silver coin."

Ana was stunned when she heard this, but then she shook her head and spoke resolutely.

"Mr. Rogge, you and Mr. Hudson are both out-and-out good people, much kinder than the group of believers in the church, but I can't take advantage of you."

"You saved Mark. This is a great kindness. If it weren't for you two, Mark would probably..."

As she spoke, Anna fumbled in her pocket, took out the money, then fumbled twice more, and after confirming that there was no money left, she stuffed all the money into Rogge's hand.

"...Mr. Rogge, this may not be enough for your price...but I only have so much for the time being..."

Rogge raised his hand to stop her, casually took some money, accepted it, and gave it back to her: "We are not short of money to buy bread."

"Take it."

After hearing what Rogge said, Anna hesitated for a moment and accepted the money.

Mark had just recovered, and she still needed some money to buy him medicine.

However, just when Ana wanted to say thanks, there was a sound of voices coming from the door.

"...This way, Lord Believer!"

"There are two damn witches in my house doing sorcery on my son!"

"They also defrauded my wife of her money!"

Rogge's hearing was sharp, and even though the sound was a bit far away, he heard it clearly.

His expression turned cold.

Regarding Anna and her alcoholic husband, Roger didn't want to get involved. After all, it was a family matter.

But now, it seems that this alcoholic is reluctant to bear the cost of treatment and has thought of some crooked ways...

Hudson seemed to hear the sound too.

But he behaved extremely calmly and calmly.

"Let's go through the back door."

"What's going on?" Anna was a little confused and was about to go up and open the door to check, but was pulled by Hudson and asked about the location of the back door.

Not long after, Hudson walked in the other direction.

But when he looked at Rogge who was motionless, he couldn't help but frown.

"You're not going to leave?"

"No." Rogge shook his head slightly and looked ahead coldly: "I don't plan to leave like this."

"Go to your house and wait for me."

When Hudson heard this, his frown deepened.

After hesitating for a moment, he stopped and walked next to Rogge.

"It's hard to understand how you've survived to this day."

He sighed slightly.

Rogge looked at him in surprise: "This is not within the scope of the transaction."

"If you die, all my previous expenses will be in vain."

Hudson said calmly.

While speaking, he took out a flintlock gun with a special pattern from his waist.

Of course, if he hadn't been sure of escaping unscathed, he wouldn't have rashly gotten involved in this muddy water.

To be honest, it was impossible for him to have any kind of friendship with Rogge, a person who only had a business relationship with him by chance.

Several years of exorcism career have left him only rational and weighing the pros and cons.

"Okay, I owe you this once."

Roger nodded.

After that, he walked towards the door of Anna's house.

"Two gentlemen, please leave quickly!"

At this time, Anna also clearly heard the movement outside the door. She felt angry and anxiously urged Rogge.

Rogge shook his head slightly: "Stay away."

Then, he stepped forward and opened the door to Anna's house.

Anna's alcoholic husband was walking towards this direction with several people wearing believer's robes.

"That's it." Anna's alcoholic husband pointed to the door of his home. When he saw Roger, he was even more excited: "It's the two of them!"

"Especially that guy with paper-white skin, he must be a witch in human skin!"

The leading believer looked around after hearing this.

After taking a look at Hudson, he frowned.

But when he saw Rogge, his pupils shrank instantly.

Isn't this the same witch who massacred the church members in Nadvelo? !

His scalp felt numb.

This guy is a witch who can easily kill even the devout knights of the church!

He thought the drunkard was just talking about some liar who was pretending to be a fool, and he originally planned to arrest him and put him on trial.

did not expect……

This is a real fucking witch!

You want me to burn him to death?

"Oh? Mother Goddess Church?"

Seeing the familiar symbol on the believer's chest, Rogge had a playful smile on his face.

I have to say that we are really enemies on a narrow road.

"It's them, it's them!"

"Lord believers! Send them to the stake!"

The drunkard hid behind the believers, speaking viciously and looking at Rogge with an angry expression.

That stupid woman Anna actually planned to give money to these two guys!

How can I buy wine?

Give it to your mother!

The believer couldn't help roaring in his heart, wishing to slap this damn drunkard to death, but at this point, he could only say in a stern voice: "Witch! You committed an unforgivable heinous crime in Nadevero, and the Mother Goddess will punish you. You punish me!"

"If you hold back now, maybe we can get away with it!"

"I am a kind-hearted person. Maybe I can beg for you when the time comes..."

Before he could finish his words, he was horrified to see that Rogge had taken out a sharp spear out of nowhere and threw it towards him.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, a scream came from beside him.

"Ah-ah!"

The drunkard was directly nailed to the wall behind him by this spear, piercing his chest. The severe pain made him struggle and scream, but he did not dare to move, and blood flowed down.

"what!"