How can I call him a warlock?

Suddenly Charles is possessed?

But once a person with the character of an old drunkard becomes serious, it means that this matter is indeed very important.

"What's going on?" Ken asked curiously.

"Concerning some things about this Restoration City, Charles told me that your understanding here is very one-sided, but his understanding is also very one-sided." The old drunkard said seriously: "Do you know what the official name of Restoration City is?"

The official website of Restoration City.

Ken thought for a moment and answered: "Are they the nobles sent here from the three kingdoms?"

Because the temple does not interfere in political affairs, when it comes to official background, they must not be included.

"No, it is centered on the consuls sent here from the three kingdoms, and other nobles coordinate management." The old drunkard explained: "Your understanding is actually not wrong, but that understanding is too loose. In fact, the camp here

It is divided into three factions, all centered around their respective consuls...

After all, it has been more than eighty years, and the officialdom of Restoration City has indeed become corrupt. After you obtain the background of a member of the mutual aid association, the information you submit now will be used as official internal information, and will be noticed by these corrupt parts. You may encounter something.

Trouble, so be careful when doing many things.”

Ken nodded understandingly.

In the eyes of the Temple, as long as these regimes do not come into contact with heretics, they will sit back and watch the rise and fall of the rulers.

When taking over, at most the part that touches the heresy will be cut off.

As for the official website of Restoration City...

Kailin also mentioned this in a dark way.

When the nobles of the three kingdoms do not hesitate to break the original rules in order to protect and obtain their own interests, this place is corrupt.

It's normal for rotten guys to make mistakes.

However, Ken has not had any official contact so far.

He had never met a nobleman before, and every time he saw the steam police, he ran far away, making it impossible for him to make contact with them.

That webway is much more important than these rotten guys.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Drunkard." Ken thanked him. He noticed a strong man wearing a suit and glasses who seemed to be walking slowly from behind the old Drunkard.

"Mr. Drunkard... Well, you can call him that." The old drunkard glanced at the door of the temple. After not seeing the niece controlling the handsome man in the suit, he said: "There are other things on the Internet, ahem,

Mr. Servais, you just came to Restoration City, so you must be interested in the places in this city where men should go, such as gyms, wrestling rooms, bars, and other places to improve men's skills..."

A broad, strong hand pressed on the old drunkard's shoulder from behind.

The old drunkard continued to speak without changing his expression: "...the fighting arena, um...are you?"

He slowly turned his head and looked into the eyes of the man wearing glasses, who seemed very elegant, but whose muscles bulged out from his formal suit.

"Captain Mansfield...it's been a long time..." the old drunkard said sincerely: "The last time I saw you was in the library..."

"Robin, I have something to talk to you about. Will it delay your business?" Prince Mansfield gently raised his glasses and asked slowly.

"No, no." The old drunkard immediately turned back to face Ken, and once again changed his title from Mr. Servais to Warlock, he said: "Warlock, the general process has been completed, you can go, I wish you the best.

Have a great day Brenda.”

Ken glanced at Kailin's uncle and said, "I'm leaving first, Mr. Drunkard. I also wish you a happy Brenda's Day."

"Goodbye……"

Seeing the warlock's retreating figure, the old drunkard breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked back at Pronce with a slight teasing.

The man who almost deceived your niece has just been let go...

He couldn't wait to see his niece's expression of regret for the rest of her life.

He moved his shoulder slightly, but when he felt the hand on his shoulder gripping tightly, like a vise, his expression changed.

"Robin, as a priest, you induce others to go to those places. It seems that I have neglected to discipline you..." The thick voice sounded in his ears.

The old drunkard's brain was stagnant.

I have always been this kind of person.

Drinking, wrestling, and other things have not stopped since I first became a priest.

And you can’t continue fighting because of the death of your family members. How can you discipline yourself?

No! The old drunkard suddenly thought of something bad.

It's not like this guy knew about the warlock and his niece and was secretly supporting them.

Seeing that he wanted to give the warlock some experience as an adult, he probably came to interrupt...

The old drunkard skillfully turned his head again, looked at the niece seriously, and said:

"Can you please stop slapping me in the face later?"

A huge force came from behind, and he was pulled into the dark hut by the man.

The sound of the suit being stretched could be heard in the wind.

The sound of hitting a sandbag as if exercising sounded from the remote dark room.

…

The little flower on Ken's chest swayed gently in the wind.

The flower slowly bloomed, and a mercury-colored eyeball protruded from the petals. It gently rubbed Ken's chest affectionately, and then stared at Ken's face infatuatedly.

Ken said to himself as he walked:

"Is that Cailin's uncle, Prince Mansfield?"

He had indeed never seen that man before.

The Mansfield family itself is a clergy family, and their cooperation with the Servais family is also due to their ability to make forbidden magic weapons.

This taboo refers to the taboo of the temple, which is only mastered by very few allowed people.

He was able to pat the shoulders of epic priests and was called leader by them.

Could it be that he is a legendary priest?

Maybe they are not even ordinary legendary priests, but the top ones among the legendary ones.

Ken's spiritual sense reminded him that if he didn't leave there, something bad would happen.

So he didn't say hello sincerely.

He walked to the small square in front of Brenda's church.

The morning blessings have ended, but there are still many people staying here.

He found an empty chair and turned on the phone.

An unfamiliar interface appeared in front of him.

[Welcome to join the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association, please enter your nickname:]

Is this another name?

Ken thought for a moment and entered two words at random.

【hunter】.

[Welcome to join the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association, Mr. Hunter.]

A chat box appeared in front of Ken.

On one side is a list of many members.

They are also nicknames.

Such as warlocks, astrologers, drunkards, etc...

There are some tasks on the edge of the chat box.

It looks like this is the mission Charles was talking about in exchange for Mann...

While Ken was still exploring the functions of the web channel, the chat box lit up and someone spoke.
Chapter completed!