Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

The hotel that Ansair and Gerald chose could be regarded as a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, and it was next door to a very bustling commercial street.

"The Lion Festival is about to start, why are the unpopular things still here?"

Gray swaggered around the commercial street, stopped in front of a mobile vendor, and arrogantly asked the manager of the commercial street behind him.

The manager of the commercial street nodded and bowed behind him and said: "Yes, what you said, Master Gray, is that I did not manage well, so I will deal with it."

Turning his head, the manager immediately changed his face, and said to the mobile vendor: "Who let you in? Didn't you see the management information board in front of our street? How did you come in without a business license? Come on!" Man, take him down!"

The moment he saw Gray enter the commercial street, the owner of the itinerant hawker wanted to pack up and slip away.

However, even though he was a small stall, there were too many odds and ends on it. Before he could finish tidying up, he was caught by Gray, and he was scolded by the manager of the commercial street.

(Ansier commented on the lack of professionalism of the stall owner at this time, thinking that there were so many mobile vendors fighting with urban management in his previous life, tsk.)

The stall owner kept yelling for him to leave, and implored the sudden appearance of a few tall men who belonged to the management of the commercial street to show mercy.

But in the eyes of the managers of the commercial street: Hey, it’s fine if you mobile stalls don’t sneak in to sell things while he’s not paying attention. In the case of the young master of the Golden Lion Clan, the young master Gray who has such a close relationship with the young patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan It was a serious mistake in his work that he came over so blankly when he came over for inspection!

How could he have a good face towards this stall owner?

The manager of the commercial street had a bad face, and the thugs hired by him would naturally not show mercy. The thugs waved their hands, grabbed people and threw them outside the commercial street.

As for what's on the stall?Of course it was confiscated.

Outside the commercial street, no matter how much the stall owner begged the thugs to allow him to take out the things on the stall and take them away with him, even if he knelt down and kowtowed, the thugs would stop in front of him and not let him go again. Enter.

"That's all my net worth, and all my money was used to buy those goods." The small vendor stall owner bang bang kowtowed to several thugs, "Without them, I can't afford to eat!"

Perhaps the stall owner's expression was so sad that a thug couldn't stand it any longer, and told him the truth: "You have only come to Golden Lion City in the past few days, right?"

The stall owner mumbled yes.

The thug has a clear face: "No wonder, the Lion Festival is the most grand and grand sacrificial feast in the history of our Golden Lion City. Everyone who knows the situation is actively preparing, and they are even more tense, for fear of committing a crime during this period. The taboo on the side of the Golden Lion Clan."

He looked at the stall owner's expression very sympathetically: "Who made you hit the muzzle of this gun?"

Another thug next to him said vigilantly: "Have you said enough?"

In a hotel one street away, through the window, Ansair and Gerald watched the stall owner's desperate expression, lowered the curtains, and started an internal discussion.

At the core of the discussion, what is the "lion sacrifice" in Gray's mouth?

And why did he appear in a city in such an aboveboard manner?

——As for the poor stall owner?

Hey, don't just look at the surface and think he deserves sympathy.

"This so-called lion sacrifice should be a sacrifice that Lionheart City secretly selected female orcs to participate in."

Ansair was a little distraught.

Regarding the latter question, he really doesn't want to discuss it now. What he wants most now is to go to the City Lord's Mansion and Security Bureau of Golden Lion City to have a look and investigate.

What kind of feudal superstition activities actually made the city full of wind and rain, and the entire city's permanent residents knew about it.

Even the process of feudal superstition activities and the taboos before and after are known to most people. They still obey the rules and do not violate these taboos, which is the so-called "taboo" of the Golden Lion Clan.

Ansair: ? ? ?

What's the matter with this city?To engage in such an activity publicly, and to make it look like this?

Is there something wrong with the law he knows, something wrong with the education of his "family" by his majesty and his teachers, or something wrong with the city?

Ansair firmly believes it is the latter.

So he was extremely determined to visit the Security Bureau and the City Lord's Mansion.

Along the way, Gerald basically figured out Ansair's position. Seeing his irritable expression, Gerald comforted him: "According to the information obtained by Lion Heart City, the power of Golden Lion City is almost the same. It is divided into 3, 2/3 are the city lord's mansion and the security bureau, and the remaining 1/3 is controlled by the big clans in the city. If the big clans in the city insist on holding sacrifices, then it is understandable that most of the city residents abide by the rules set by the big clans."

So it doesn't necessarily mean that the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau are also supporting it.

"But they didn't have any obvious objection." Ansair replied.

That's what annoyed him.

Hey, City Lord's Mansion and Security Bureau, what are you doing?In terms of power, it is actually not as good as the big clans in the city?

Well, Ansair also knows the truth that it is difficult for a strong dragon to overwhelm a local snake.

But, standing behind the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau is the entire Auvig Kingdom.

If there is any difficulty, report it and let someone with a solution solve it, wouldn't it be better than you worrying here alone.

……

Well, Ansair knew that his thinking was based on the entire kingdom, looking down on the city of Golden Lion City from a higher dimension.

From the standpoint of the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau of Golden Lion City, they may not wish to introduce forces other than theirs to intervene in the management of Golden Lion City.

That way, on the one hand, they would thin out their limited rights, and on the other hand, they would appear to be incompetent.

After all, according to Ansair's understanding of Her Majesty the Queen, if the City Lord's Mansion and Security Bureau of Golden Lion City dare to report this, Her Majesty the Queen will definitely send someone to help manage it. .

If you don't have that diamond, don't take on that porcelain job—Her Majesty has a saying.

"Let's do this." Ansair quickly made a decision, "After packing up our things, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau first to check the situation in these two places, and then decide whether to go to the Golden Lion or not." The big families in the city, such as the Golden Lion Clan, go and have a look."

The "take a look" here is not just light, it's just viewing like traveling.

Gerald thought about it, and felt that it was not appropriate to split up now.

—Hayden has already "entered", and it would be fun if he "entered" again.

Especially now that he's a woman pretending to be a man.

Choking.jpg.

…Gerald was almost dizzy just thinking about it in his own head.

Before nightfall, the two put the rough version of the doll that Hayden made before in the hotel room, pretending that the people inside were resting, quietly left the hotel, and tried to sneak into the city lord's mansion.

The infiltration process is extremely easy and simple.

Gerald looked at the study room of the City Lord's Mansion in front of him where the most core and critical information was stored, and looked at the guards behind him who hadn't noticed anything and were still following their duties and patrolling according to the route. He turned to Ansair and said, "I hope this After the two practical courses, I won't develop the habit of sneaking around the City Lord's Mansion or the Security Bureau every time I go to a city."

It is a serious crime to sneak into the city lord's mansion and the security station without permission!

Before he knew that Ansair had sneaked around the Lionheart City Security Bureau, and he was quite critical. It was Ansair who took out the prince's handbook and token to let him reveal this.

Although he learned that their actions were escorted by the Grand Prince—at least the forces of the Grand Prince’s side—Gerald quickly got used to this and actively participated in more "obligatory actions".

It has to be said that he loves a certain degree of deviant.

Ansair glanced at Gerrard in surprise, and said, "What are you talking about? It's the limit to sneak into the power organs of the two cities."

There was a trace of regret in Gerald's heart, but he quickly relieved: "You are right."

If it is too deviant, it is illegal and criminal, and he doesn't want to be reduced to that point.

Ansair thought to himself that all his discoveries in Golden Lion City and Lion Heart City would be "reported" to his family, Her Majesty the Queen.

——It's a pity that I can't see His Majesty's furious look.

Ansair believes that with his "report", the queen will definitely increase the management of the city's power organs.

In a short period of time, another city's authority is weak, or is it being controlled by others?The queen's governance level is not that bad, hehe.

In this way, accompanied by two people with completely different brain circuits, they entered the most important study room of the City Lord's Mansion, "quietly" looking for relevant information and intelligence about the Lion Festival.

The Ovig Kingdom has always turned a blind eye to this kind of feudal superstition.But in any case, if you want to hold related ceremonies and activities, you must report to the official a series of information such as the content and location of the event.

The purpose of Ansair and Gerald's trip was to find out if there was any report related to the Lion Festival in the Santo's Mansion.

"Here." Gerald waved his hand and called Ansair, while looking at the documents at a glance.

Ansair leaned over to take a look, and said in surprise: "The content of the event is a group of young orcs praying to the sky; the purpose is to ask the gods to grant blessings to intelligent creatures with a radius of hundreds of miles, whether they are orcs, humans, or other people. Can all races have better talents?"

For example, professionals in the saying department can get closer to the magic elements and use spells more conveniently, and the physical fitness of professionals in the physics department will be greatly improved.

People without professional talents have a certain chance of being able to obtain professional talents. Even if they can't, they still have a high probability of increasing their memory or strength.

All in all, this is an opportunity with no harm at all, and with a low probability of making people reach the sky in one step.

Ansair somewhat understood why this sacrifice was promoted vigorously in the Golden Lion City, and why it was so unoffensive.

There is a saying in the Central Continent, or it can be said to be the truth recognized by everyone: the talent of every intelligent creature is doomed at the moment he/she is born, and the extent to which he/she can go in the future is also doomed , cannot be changed.

To put it more clearly, if a person will become a professional in the future, then when he/she is born, this fact is already doomed, and he/she just needs to slowly discover his talent in the later time and work hard to improve, As for which level will be promoted in the end, that is also doomed from the beginning.

On the contrary, if a person does not have the talent to be a professional, or is not good at a certain skill, then this is also destined at the moment of his birth.

But now some people say that they have a way to bridge the gap between professionals and non-professionals, no matter how bad it is, they can also enhance the memory, physical fitness and so on of ordinary people.

Who wouldn't want an opportunity like this?Who wouldn't like such a sacrifice?

The people in Golden Lion City still firmly believe that they got a big deal because of the Golden Lion Clan.

——Oh, by the way, the initiator of this sacrifice was the patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan, Fu Rui Griman.

Therefore, when faced with the non-resident population of the Golden Lion City, the city residents kept their mouths tightly closed, as solid as a clamshell, and resolutely refused to disclose any beneficial effects of the sacrifices on them. Get rid of thoughts that are hundreds of miles away.

The fewer people share the beneficial influence of the sacrifice, the more benefits each of them will receive, isn't it?

Fortunately, when some city residents had such thoughts, the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau stood up and severely cracked down on such thoughts, which enabled Golden Lion City to maintain its current stable situation.

Later, under the urging of the Security Bureau and the City Lord's Mansion, Fu Rui, the patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan, stood up and told the city residents that this time, everyone has the blessings of the sacrifice, and everyone's share is enough, at least for the people of Golden Lion City. enough.This completely dispelled the short-term xenophobia of Golden Lion City.

Seeing this, Ansair was quite satisfied with the response speed of the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau.

However, six young people died in Golden Lion City before.

The shadow of this news was always hanging over Ansair's heart.

and.

"Some people in the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau are also moved by this." Gerrard sorted out the information and said lightly.

"Sure." Ansair sighed.

Not to mention anything else, just the low probability of turning a non-professional into a professional is enough to drive people crazy.

Although the central continent is relatively peaceful on a large scale, a certain degree of respect is inevitable, which is the result of the times.

And the best way to transcend class and dignity is to become a professional.

How can this make civilians not be moved?

Commoners are all moved, and those with lower titles and powers are even more moved. That is the fastest way for them to climb up.

For those in the middle and upper classes of the power forces, if they want to maintain their status and power, and become professionals, this is the path they must and must take.

Ansair lived reclusively in the palace, and he knew many high-ranking and powerful families who desperately gave birth to children because the children in the family were not talented or had no professional talents.

Not everyone is like him. Because he has a big brother with a heart and outstanding aptitude, his family let him go and treat him like a salted fish.

So it's no wonder that news about the Lion Sacrifice hasn't spread further, and it's no wonder that the big clans of the Golden Lion City were able to hold the sacrificial ceremony in a vigorous and open manner even though they were only fighting against one of the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau.

Because there have been conflicts and contradictions within the City Lord's Mansion and the Security Bureau, some people disagree, but some even acquiesce.

Looking at it this way, the Lion Sacrifice seems to be just a new ritual that is beneficial to people, and the people in Golden Lion City and its vicinity are still a little bit honored because of the distance.

"But why didn't Golden Lion City explain the inside story to the nobles in Lion Heart City?" Ansair asked word by word.

That's right, Golden Lion City didn't mean that this sacrifice has only advantages and no disadvantages, and this is still a huge benefit.

It's all like this, the cooperation between the big clans of Golden Lion City and Lion Heart City didn't tell them the specific purpose and reason of the cooperation?

Want to keep it private for any reason?

Since it is necessary to keep it secret, why not tell the people of Lionheart City from the beginning, and let them hold the event alone by the Golden Lion Clan.Even if there is a shortage of people, with so many people in Golden Lion City, can't we find a few who meet the requirements of the sacrifice?

Would the Golden Lion City so generously invite the orcs from the big clan in the neighboring city to share the blessings, and all of them are female orcs?

It doesn't look like it at all!

Anyway, Ansair and Gerrard didn't believe it.

Coupled with what they found out, the inextricable relationship between the so-called lion sacrifice and the berserker species...

"The Golden Lion Clan is looking for people from the next city to use as cannon fodder," Ansair murmured.

Gerrard cautiously did not draw a conclusion: "Go to the security station again?"

Ansair: "Go!"

The two went to the Security Bureau to "walk" around again, and after confirming that the records on both sides were the same, they returned to the hotel to discuss countermeasures.

"I'd like to study how to track Hayden's location backwards through the communication button." Ansair played with a communication button with a somewhat unspeakable expression.

Alas, I obviously don't want to waste my brain, but in the current situation, instead of searching the whole city, and maybe also including the land search near the Golden Lion City, it would be faster to get the exact location directly through the reverse tracking communication deduction.

Gerrard's expression was even more indescribable.

Obviously, in the eyes of ordinary people, searching a city, even including the area near the city, is a little faster than researching a high-tech alchemy product, and then backtracking through the alchemy product!

"Okay, you study, I'll go to the Golden Lion City to look around." Gerald said decisively and righteously.

Don't argue with geniuses... well, he's used to it.

"Can you do it alone?" Ansair looked at Gerald and asked.

Gerald: "..."

Although I know that the genius companion is caring about himself.

"Don't think I'm too weak." Gerald pointed, and then he puffed up his chest, "I also have a custom-made life-size doll from Hayden, I won't go out, It’s okay to manipulate the puppet to go outside.”

Wow, Hayden's private customized version, a high-end version of the doll.

Great.

For some reason, Ansair missed his friend Ernest who was far away in Lionheart City.

He praised Gerald's inventory in a very readable tone, turned around and began to study the communication, ignoring Gerald.

Gerald calmly took out the high-end life-sized doll, left the hotel, and started the "one-day tour" of the Golden Lion City.

His target was clear—Richard Gray.

Hey, classmate, they haven't forgotten him.

Gerald, who was at ease in school, didn't care about "complaining" to the teacher or the teaching assistant at all.

Not to mention the teaching assistant next to him, not only acquiesced, but also supported him in doing things with a supportive attitude.

Gerrard No. 2 wandered around the Golden Lion City for a while, and it didn't take long to find Gray's figure.

Thanks to Gray's high-profile behavior, it was too easy to find him.

Although when Gerrard found Gray on the 2nd, Gray looked a bit embarrassed.

"Let go of me." Gray said angrily, "I told you to let me go! Didn't you hear?"

"Master! Master Gray!"

The one holding Gray's trousers was the stall owner whom Gray had scolded before.

He cried so much that his face was covered with tears, and tears flowed down his face: "Master Gray, please do me a favor and let the little one go! Let the little one take back my goods. I beg you, young master!"

Gray's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't remember who the guy in front of him who was clinging to his trousers, crying and shouting, was.

How can a small stall owner be remembered by him, the right-hand man of the noble young patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan?

"I don't know what your goods are, don't pester me!" Gray gave the guards around him a hard look: They actually let such a garbage man in to pester him!

While the guard was pulling the stall owner's clothes, he felt distressed.

They didn't know why, they just blinked their eyes, and this person suddenly appeared, and even flashed past them strangely, directly rubbing against Master Gray.

"Master Gray! Please do me a favor!"

Amidst the shrill cries of the stall owner, he was still dragged by several guards and thrown to the side of the road, and then thrown into the alley under Gray's disgusting gesture.

"Where did it come from, it pollutes the eyes."

Gray cursed a few words, then turned and continued to "inspect" his family's city.

With the pointing of the people around him, the stall owner limped out of the alley, but only saw Gray's handsome back.

He wanted to chase again, but his leg seemed to be broken by a thug who disliked trouble, and his moving speed dropped greatly, accompanied by bursts of piercing pain.

He couldn't walk anymore.

The stall owner looked desperate.

The voice of the discussion gradually died down, the people around looked away, and no one paid attention to the next situation of the stall owner.

They are just civilians, can they dictate to the people of the Golden Lion Clan in the Golden Lion City?Not to mention that Gray is still the follower of the young patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan, and the common people who oppose him are tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble.

I hope this guy realizes this problem sooner, otherwise he will not only have one leg broken, but his whole body will be thrown out of the Golden Lion City, or worse.

The civilians began to do their own things, and the stall owner stood for a while, realizing that he could no longer get his goods back, and with his head bowed, he walked into the alley dejectedly.

What's the matter, he still has a face, he doesn't want so many people to see him in a mess.

The stall owner walked into the alley, walked past some vague sights, and walked to an empty and remote corner.

He sat down against the wall, with his head resting on his knees, his short hair covering his entire face, and his whole body was filled with a sense of depression.

"Should I say congratulations?" Gerald No. 2 quietly appeared next to the stall owner with a calm tone.

The stall owner raised his head——

On that dirt-smeared face, there was an extremely bright smile silently, which formed a stark contrast with the dejected atmosphere around him, and one couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"My lord, who are you?" The stall owner raised a happy and successful face, but his tone was still so sad and low.

Gerrard's expression remained unchanged: "Now, no one can monitor our conversation, they will only see you sitting alone against the wall."

The stall owner's tone changed instantly, as cold as ice slag in a snowy day: "What do you want?"

Gerald glanced at the direction where the Golden Lions gathered in Golden Lion City: "We want to find out the truth."

The stall owner twitched the corner of his mouth: "So, by the way, can you find out why my other five companions died?"

Gerald lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

"Ha ha!"

The real identity of the stall owner was the only survivor among the 6 young people who had died in the gossip.

He laughed and laughed, and burst into tears: "As long as you can restore our innocence and the truth, I have no problem with what you want me to do."

He called himself Charles.

"The reason why I approached Richard Gray was to get a piece of clothing he used." Charles showed Gerald a small piece of fabric in his hand, "With this piece of fabric with its owner's breath, I can Drive my little bones, search the whole city where Richard Gray went, and then determine their stronghold and so on."

Indeed, ninety-nine percent of Gray came back for the lion sacrifice, and since he was a member of the Golden Lion Clan, there was a high probability that he had been to the altar, so through him, the exact location of the altar could be found.

and many more.

Small bones?

Gerald realized immediately.

"I'm an undead professional." Charles said blankly.

That's probably why he survived, Gerald thought.

"Don't rush to investigate," he said.

Charles changed his expression, did he meet another guy who was prejudiced against undead professionals?

"I'll ask my companion to add a concealment spell to your bones first, and then you can investigate." Gerald said naturally.

Xilin can bless Samuel himself with spells, and bless a few bones with spells, it's a piece of cake.

Charles stared at Gerald for a long moment.

Gerald said calmly, "I have a companion who is also an undead professional."

"……That's great."

Just when the atmosphere between the two was getting closer, Gerald himself in the hotel suddenly heard Xilin's excited voice——

"I found a way to reverse track! I got Hayden's exact location!"

Gerald: ………

I have a m|m|p I don't know whether to say it or not.

In the alley, Gerald No. 2 said to Charles with a wooden face: "My companion has found a place that seems to be the stronghold of Gray and others. You can use your bones to go there later and have a look."

Charles:? ? ?