After inviting Ken, the singer turned around and left.

She seemed to be busy with other things and left in a hurry without saying a few words.

The paladin and the sorcerer were left standing at the door of the nunnery.

"How enviable..." Charles looked at the innocent face of the warlock and said slowly.

That is an invitation from the saint!

Just working with the saints is a great honor for the priesthood.

It can even be used as a source of conversation with other young clergy in old age.

It would be even worse if the saints took the initiative to invite.

Forget about the genealogy, first book your own tombstone from the Hall of Heroes of the Holy Temple. The first line is that on a certain day, you were invited by the saint so-and-so to listen to the holy music.

Fortunately for the warlock, Youyouran refused directly.

Tsk, this man has never seen the world!

Charles looked at the white bill in the warlock's hand angrily, wishing he could just grab it and put it in the cabinet as a family heirloom.

The saint didn't even look at him since he came over.

His eyes were always on the warlock.

After being rejected by the warlock, not only did he not get angry, but he also gave the warlock a ticket!

Isn't this warlock's face a little paler, his figure a little more symmetrical, and his voice a little more magnetic?

acid.

All in all, it's very sour.

But when he thought about the warlock's refusal without hesitation, Charles' eyes became complicated.

He patted the Warlock's shoulder with his palm again, stared into the Warlock's eyes seriously, and said, "If you need help, you can call me at any time. No matter how others see you, I believe you are a supporter of order."

What kind of person is a warlock?

Charles wasn't sure.

But his instinct kept telling him.

People like Warlock are worthy of trust.

If you are his friend, then he will not betray you.

According to Charles, this is a good person.

Charles has always been unwilling to use his brain, and only wants to trust his intuition.

A supreme power holder of the temple personally invited him to attend the concert. The warlock must know the benefits of such a thing to him.

If he accepted the invitation, just this experience would be enough to serve as a guest of countless nobles.

But the warlock didn't go.

So what does the warlock do?

It must be something very important to him.

Thinking back to the Warlock's expression just now when he answered that he would not touch dreams...

Charles understood that this man, Ken Servais, was probably planning to maintain order in his own way.

In the manner of a warlock...

Charles didn't believe that the warlock would do anything extraordinary. After all, he and the cultists were naturally opposed to each other.

But the Warlock didn't call him this time, which made him feel vaguely uneasy, not only about what the Warlock was about to do, but also about the Warlock's safety.

Ken looked into Charles' eyes with confusion.

This big man has a lot more inner drama today than usual.

but.

Ken's hand slapped the paladin's palm forcefully.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

A confident smile appeared on Ken's face. What he wanted to do was indeed dangerous in theory, but he believed that with his ability, there would be no problem at all in doing such a thing.

Charles the man.

Very versatile.

I don’t know how the temple raised such a strange priest, who purely relies on beast-like intuition to judge right from wrong.

If you are a normal priest, and you saw the mastermind appearing with you in ragged clothes in the previous two dreams, let alone listen to yourself, it would be fine if you don't risk your life to judge yourself with a holy light.

And Charles not only believed him at first glance, did not deny his lies at all, but also helped him solve the problem.

He is indeed a man worth trusting.

Not far away from the two of them, the nuns from the nunnery gathered and secretly looked at the two of them, blushing and not knowing what they were talking about.

…

It gets dark very early in winter.

Winter in Weixin City is very cold.

After Ken arrived at the apartment, it was completely dark.

"Squeak."

A plump figure stood in front of the apartment door, and the doorframe creaked like a scream.

Behind that figure, there were two tall men standing. Ken could tell after a moment's observation that these two were gold-level warriors.

Such people are like making dumplings, paying careful attention to the surroundings of the short and fat figure.

Gold level bodyguard...

Either the person in front of him is a great noble...or even a member of the royal family, with a very high status.

Either this person gave too much.

And according to Ken's observation.

This person is obviously the latter.

The jewelery rings shined luxuriously under the light of the corridor lamp.

"Mr. Ken, long time no see."

The man opened his hands and hugged him warmly. He was not too tall, only more than 1.6 meters tall, and the goblin family's big face was very large in proportion to the body. A big nose with a leather-like texture pressed against his head.

Ken chest.

This voice is somewhat familiar...

Very rough.

In a sense, it can be considered a very rough male voice.

But this fat ball-like figure...

Martin Timothy?

"I'm Andy." The man raised his head.

It's a fat goblin.

It seems that because I gained weight too quickly, I have wrinkles like stretch marks on my face and neck.

He was blind in one eye, and his remaining single eye looked at Ken seriously.

He noticed Ken's eyes looking at his face, he smiled awkwardly, and then continued: "Do you remember me? Mr. Servais, I am the goblin you rescued in the sewer, Andy, Andy

·Timothy.”

The last time he saw Ken, he didn't think he deserved to use his last name anymore.

And now.

He could say the last name Timothy loudly to Ken again!

"Andy, long time no see." Ken smiled and looked at the goblin.

I haven’t seen you in just a few days.

This goblin who had been invaded by cultists looked completely different from before.

At that time, Andy was always timid, very inferior to himself, and even unwilling to live anymore.

Now Andy has a big grin, wearing a neat formal suit, with a ring on each finger, and a cigar in his green pointed ears.

He looks like a nouveau riche!

Moreover, the body shape is rounder than before and at least twice as heavy!

Originally, Ken thought that he and this goblin were just passers-by, but unexpectedly, they met again at this time.

If Andy hadn't revealed his identity, Ken would have thought that Martin Timothy had resurrected himself.

Ken saw a tear flowing from the goblin's one eye. He let go of Ken, wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, and said seriously:

"Mr. Servais, I didn't expect you to really remember me... I have been looking for you for a long time, and after I found out where you live, I tried my best to think of how to repay you!"

Andy's tone became excited, and some residents in the apartment were startled by his sharp voice and looked over from the windows.

Ken looked around and said softly: "The weather is so cold, do you want to come to my house and sit for a while, and we can chat at home?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly regretted it.

The goblin's eyes widened. He did not hide his excitement at all. He nodded vigorously and shouted loudly: "This is really my honor! Mr. Servais!"

His voice was louder, attracting more eyes.
Chapter completed!