After the holy sword is broken

Alger left the gate of the Holy Door Secret Key Order, walked around a corner, and made sure that the view inside was blocked, before motioning for Burgess to let go.

"Are you... okay?" Burgess still looked at him worriedly.

Alger stood up straight, retracted the epee that was used as a cane into the scabbard, and chuckled lightly: "What can I do, don't forget, I am the one who can hunt Chimeras."

No matter how powerful a heavy mace is, in the hands of a low-level battle priest, how can it compare to the sharp claws of a mutated Chimera?

"You deliberately lost to her?"

"I can't say that completely. She is indeed very good. She can reach such a level at this age. In terms of skills alone, she is not necessarily inferior to me."

Alger smiled: "It's good to let her vent."

"Aren't you angry? As soon as you entered the door, you were made things difficult in every possible way, and you made her vent your anger? What is she angry about?!"

As Burgess said, he wanted to go back.

Alger stopped him: "What do you want to do?"

"You have been wronged, I feel sad, and I have to get it back."

Alger had been pressing him just now, he was thinking about the other party's injury, so he didn't explode.

Alger smiled helplessly: "Why are you so angry with the child?"

"You yourself are not a few years older than her." What kind of elder are you pretending to be?

"I don't feel wronged, and please don't be angry anymore, it's just a small episode, let it pass, we should continue with the previous thing."

Alger found that Burgess was very fond of the word "we", so he specially sacrificed it to please him.

Burgess was silent.

He didn't let out a long sigh until they walked a certain distance: "Alger, are you a saint?"

Alger's gaze fell on the lush weeds growing by the roadside.

The cloak had been put back on him, and the hood tightly concealed his strange features.

saint?Of course he wasn't.

Not only is he not a saint...

Alger didn't reply.

But Burgess went around to him and pressed his shoulder: "You don't answer, because you think I'm just a vexatious child?"

Alger was forced to stop: "You..."

"Don't use honorifics for me, change it, talk to me as you talk to Dana."

Alger sighed: "I didn't treat you like a child."

"You were clearly angry before, weren't you?"

When the battle priest spoke rudely, he could clearly feel the repressed anger of the executor.

"What did their chief priest tell you?"

Alger was silent for a while, then shook his head: "You don't need to know."

Confidentiality and internal affairs have already been involved. Although such a major event as the Wangcheng rebellion can be found out if you ask carefully, he didn't bother to explain the pros and cons for Burgess in detail.

Alger felt the hand on his shoulder tightened, and the person in front of him frowned, with a very displeased expression.

He reached out and put the hood on for Burgess: "It takes thousands of years for a saint to come out, and I am not.

"But I really want to become a paladin, but unfortunately I haven't been inspired, maybe I'm not qualified enough."

The paladin is a special kind of profession, no one learns to become a paladin, and only a very small number of people who are inspired can achieve this profession.

They always pursue the ultimate good, uphold the law, fight against evil, and dedicate their lives to justice.

Pat him on the shoulder: "Go on, don't worry about these little things."

It was nearly evening when they saw the town again.

The guards at the gate of the city stood a little loose, and the vendors in the city also began to arrange their goods and were about to close their doors.

"Let's find a place to stay first." Alger looked back at Burgess: "You...can you still go?"

Burgess took a deep breath and relaxed slightly: "I'm not as weak as you think."

There are many businessmen and tourists in the town, and there are also many hotels, so it is easy to find a suitable one.

"Is it still a double room?" Alger asked Burgess inquiringly.

Burgess' clear voice came from under the hood: "What do you think?"

That is the answer in the affirmative.

Alger repeated the statement to the innkeeper.

"Sixteen copper coins."

The fee is cheaper than the bustling commercial areas near the inland sea, and the wooden floor in the hotel does not have so much damp musty smell, which is very refreshing.The built-in furniture is dated but scrubbed clean.

Alger put down his luggage without taking off his cloak: "I'll go to the Eye of the Sky to have a look. You can rest here for a while. I'll bring you back what you want for dinner."

"Why can't I go?" Burgess took off his hood, a little puzzled.

"It's not that I can't go, but... aren't you tired after walking so much? It's just a small matter, and I can take care of it soon." Alger said in a soothing tone.

Burgess looked at him for a while, and nodded reluctantly: "Come back early, dinner is casual, anyway, it's not worse than dry bread and water."

Dry bread with extremely low water content is a very portable dry food. While meeting the requirements of light and simple travel when going out, its taste is also greatly reduced compared with other foods.

People in the New World denounced it as "tasting like chewing a dry rag", and at the same time had to eat it because of travel reasons.

Alger smiled gently: "Okay."

Burgess sent him out of the door, and leaned against the door, watching Alger's figure disappear into the corner of the corridor, and the sound of footsteps stopped at the stairs, as if he was avoiding someone going upstairs.

This conjecture was confirmed when another footstep appeared at the end of the corridor.

This stranger seemed to be an adventurer, with simple to somewhat rudimentary armaments, the wristbands were low-grade magic items, a sword and a pair of luggage on his back.

The moment he looked at Borgins, he froze in place.

The same responses.

Closing the door boredly, the blacksmith sat back on the bed, thinking about when the executor who had just left would return.

Not long after I sat down, there was a knock on the door, like dense drums, hurried and disorderly.

Definitely not Alger.

He has the key, and he must not knock like that.

Burgess didn't want to move much after sitting down, but the knocking on the door didn't stop and was very noisy.

He couldn't bear to open the door: "Who?"

It was the adventurer I saw in the corridor earlier.

At this moment, the stranger was raising his hand, looking him up and down with his eyes, that kind of look was very uncomfortable, as if a cold and sticky snake letter had licked his skin.

Burgess was uncomfortable with his associations.

"What's the matter?" Burgess raised his chin slightly, and stared at him coldly with his sapphire blue eyes.

The adventurer raised one corner of his mouth and smiled evilly: "Beauty, are you the only one?"

Without consent, he poked his head into the room, looked left and right, and said with some regret: "There are actually two beds, it seems that he has a companion, what kind of incomprehensible person is willing to leave a beauty like you alone it's here."

He paused, "hehe" gave a strange laugh: "However, since there are two beds, it's not surprising."

The adventurer leaned closer to his face and deliberately lowered his voice: "Beauty, are you lonely?"

Burgess narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura from his whole body.

In the eyes of the impolite adventurer, it is even more attractive.

If such a cold and haughty beauty can be crushed under her body, she will wantonly defile...

Burgess wanted to close the door, but the door was held down. The adventurer took two steps forward and squeezed himself into the door.

"Don't be so unfriendly, I just... want to do something to make each other happy."

Burgess watched him close the door and suddenly sneered.

When Alger returned to the hotel, he was surprised to find that there was another person in the room.

In other words, there is one more person on the ground.

The stranger dressed as an adventurer was tied up by a silver chain thick as a thumb, kneeling and lying on the ground, with a tablecloth stuffed in his mouth, making a "woo-woo" sound, like a boat that has been dry on the shore and has lost water for a long time. Like a fish, struggling in vain.

"This is..." he asked Burgess hesitantly.

"A guy who plotted against me."

Burgess sat at a small table by the window, shaking his teacup carelessly.

Alger subconsciously glanced at the people on the ground again.

It is so rare to dare to do such a thing blatantly in a civilized place covered by the laws of the empire, which made the priest feel a little unbelievable.

"So, it is the best and safest thing for us to act together."

Alger looked at him again, and responded somewhat slowly: "Ah..."

Yeah?Always feel that it is others who are in danger...

"Where's my supper?" Burgess glanced at him.

Alger handed over the thing in his hand, a little strange: "Then how did you subdue him?"

Although this Mr. blacksmith can't be called weak, he is obviously not in the same order of magnitude as this adventurer who was tied up by five flowers.

Burgess opened the cloth bag, which contained a breadstick and a hot soup.In addition, a dessert filled with cream was added, which made him particularly satisfied.

"Some magic items you carry with you." He explained casually, paused, and immediately added: "Most of them are disposable items, and you don't bring many when you go out, so it's best to go together next time. I advise you not to worry about logistics. There is too much confidence in the ability of personnel to protect themselves."

Alger sighed, knowing that he was wrong, and responded again and again: "Yes, yes, I didn't think carefully this time."

He looked twice, found a suitable position to attack, lifted the person on the ground, and walked out the door regardless of how hard the person was struggling.

"What did you say just now? It's not even a meal, so you forgot?"

The blacksmith tore off a small piece of breadstick and soaked it in the soup to soften it slowly.

"The interrogation is here. You can't find a suitable place outside."

Alger blinked: "Do I look like the kind of person who uses lynching... I'm a law-abiding citizen, and I just want to hand him over to the guards here."

Burgess scooped up a piece of potato with a spoon: "There will be patrols passing by, so just throw it out of the window."

The adventurer held by Alger struggled harder, finally spat out the tablecloth in his mouth, and hurriedly shouted: "I can provide information!"

Burgess swallowed the food in his mouth, and smiled contemptuously: "What news? There is a small group of weak goblins outside the city for beginners to practice their hands?"

Alger felt that these words were harsh: "It's quite tricky for goblins to gather together..."

Burgess gave him a sideways look.

"At a time like this...you are also here because of 'that', right?"

The adventurers ignored their gossip and just focused on shaking their stomachs, hoping to arouse their interest so as to avoid prison.

Burgess impatiently: "Which one?"

He hesitated and said nothing.

"That's the ritual to summon the devil!"

The author has something to say: a pre-received article, "Circus of Fools".

Western Fantasy, main attack, next year.

The protagonists are - a magician who pretends not to be a warlock, a clown who pretends not to be a fortune-teller, a beast trainer who pretends not to be a druid, an acrobat who pretends not to be a sword master, a commercial spy who pretends not to be a vampire, and a logistician who pretends not to be an engineer , unable to pretend that he is not a siren singer, and a poor sick and left-behind prophet.