On a street surrounded by flowers.

Two men wearing black shabby coats were at the street entrance. One was squatting, checking the line, and the other was standing behind him.

They are repairing street lights.

During the days of Brenda's Day, many people will get a short holiday, but as urban infrastructure workers, they receive many tasks.

The standing man had gray hair on his temples and unhealthy acne between the wrinkles on his face.

Even though he was wearing a shabby coat, he still had the badge with four paw prints on his right chest.

If Ken or Goblin Andy were here, they would recognize this man's identity immediately.

Eden Grote.

The man tightening screws in front of him was a bit thicker than him.

His face was rough, round and dark, and he looked like a hard-working worker who had been exposed to wind and rain.

The honest worker did not look back and looked at the circuit honestly. He said, "Master Priest, that person from the Servais family seems to be your junior?"

Eden sneered:

"He is indeed my junior fellow student, and he is also a talented junior fellow student."

After Ken broke his plan, he read Ken's information.

Twenty-six years old...three-ring warlock!

Disgusting, disgusting genius.

"I have met him. Although he is indeed very talented, he is still very immature and naive. He doesn't even understand how the world works." Eden said disdainfully.

This is the kind of person he hates the most.

He's just a guy who just left Alert College.

I think I am very popular in society.

I think I have extraordinary talents.

But in fact, the rules of this world are not that simple.

The honest worker didn't pay attention and said in a calm tone: "Do I have a chance to kill him in these two days? I need his body."

He said killing someone was as natural as saying where to go for dinner, but Eden didn't care.

The four-ring "good senior" of Alert said: "This kind of thing cannot be rushed. After all, there will be a disgusting oil outbreak on Brenda's Day. Before the oil breaks out, we must hide in our house."

The Lord’s sanctuary.”

His eyes were serious and he emphasized seriously: "That oil is the disgusting spell of the Mother Goddess. It will infect the bodies of our followers. Even if our Lord comes in person, his power will be consumed!"

That is enough power to harm God.

The terrifying power of the Mother Goddess.

"It sounds like you support me in killing him. My impression is that you don't like to cause trouble." The honest man seemed a little surprised.

In his impression, this priest never liked exposure.

Like a cold and poisonous snake, it always waits for an opportunity to strike out and bring victory to the church again and again.

Eden said slowly: "Don't ask about these useless things."

He and Ken have built up a personal feud.

That trivial third-level warlock had broken his plan several times by accident!

He asked for help many times, and he even felt that the gods were dissatisfied with his failure!

The gaze of the gods is much weaker!

He won't tell his men these things.

What's more, the person in front of him is not his subordinate.

He is a collaborator with the Order.

This kind of madman who pursues the mysticism of the soul and longs to trace the glorious soul mysticism pioneered by the Lucas family is as unpopular as the cultists.

In the eyes of both of them, the people of Order are just numbers.

The honest worker grinned, knowing that what he said had touched the priest's sore spot.

He slowly stood up and said: "I don't understand how you bold guys actually dare to make such a big move under the feet of the Mother Goddess. Remember, I will leave immediately after I finish what I need to do.

I don’t want to hand over my life here!”

He was very tall, a head taller than Eden.

After standing up, his originally honest and honest face looked a little fierce.

He emphasized: "Remember, I am not one of your people!"

"I know, don't worry, our cooperation has always been trustworthy." Eden said slowly and comfortingly: "We have cooperated for more than seventy years. I believe you know what kind of person I am."

"Humph, then it depends on your conscience, haha..." He was amused by his own words: "The conscience of the cultist..."

After laughing a few times, he looked at Eden seriously and said with serious eyes: "I'm here to help you because we have a close friendship. Remember, I won't die that easily, but if I almost die, you will

Don’t even think about living.”

"I understand." Eden looked at the honest worker's leaving figure with deep eyes.

That person was his "friend" when he first joined the Holy Cult.

The Lucas secret technique he learned came from this person.

It was this friend who helped to corrupt the servants left behind by Amy's mother, the giants of the Bertram family.

Carrying out operations in the hinterland of the human world is a big gamble, but I didn't expect that I could really trick this guy here. Ha, this man who talks what he says and means what he means is not seduced here by the scent of the Servais family!

If you want to withdraw from some things as soon as they are done, you would be underestimating your own abilities. A sinister look appeared in Eden's eyes.

It looks scary on the outside, but its thoughts are as naive as Ken's. It's just a useful tool.

…

The Paladin came to find Ken early in the morning, but failed again.

He didn't expect Ken to leave so early.

He didn't know that Ken worked around the clock and didn't get off work until early in the morning.

On this day, what he saw was still an empty door.

That baron family is a little slow in repairing the door. What's holding them back?

Charles sighed, holding a small bag in his hand with the coat of arms of Alert College painted on it.

The warlock seemed to have not integrated with the Restoration City and did not join the social circle of the Restoration City.

Charles even had reason to suspect that the warlock was not even sure when Brenda's Day was!

The thing he took could give the warlock a semi-official status and solve other problems besides repairing the door. Unfortunately, the warlock was not at home.

Patrol the streets, the warlock has been busy lately.

If you are lucky enough to encounter it, just give this thing to the warlock!

The paladin left without a clue.

Not long after he left.

A high-end magic car stopped in front of the apartment.

Several strong human bodyguards opened the door and walked out of the car surrounded by a short figure.

That's a goblin.

One eye is blind.

Walking with a limp.

But he was wearing an expensive formal suit and sunglasses on his face. He took off the rings on his hands and threw them into the car in a hurry.

His grandmother didn't like anything too flashy.

He turned to look at the apartment again.

I've been here a few times in the past few days, but it's not what it used to be.

He, Andy Timothy, has now turned over!

He asked the bodyguards to wait at the door, and the goblin limped toward the door, feeling very excited inside.

He had accomplished something that even his grandfather, Martin Timothy, could not do. Thinking of how he commanded those nobles at will, he felt great physical and mental satisfaction.
Chapter completed!