Chapter 800
2014-08-16
In the evening, the twilight is fading. ."Haha, Little Brother, thank you so much for today. I finally didn't come in vain this time, I visited the temple all over the place, and I got what I wanted, and finally got what I wanted!"
"Mr. Klee, you're too polite, I just walked with you and didn't do anything."
"Haha, walking is enough, it's an eye-opener..."
In laughter, Tang En patted the shoulder of the young Knight who accompanied him all afternoon, very satisfied.
This expression is not a pretense. After the guidance and explanation of the young Knight, Tang En is now very familiar with this northern temple. That a thousand gold ticket was not in vain, probably because of the eagerness to repay the kindness. Even in some forbidden places in the temple, the young Knight, after a little hesitation, told all the relevant things he knew...
After knowing these intelligence materials, Tang En has locked several locations, all of which are forbidden areas. If there is no accident, the transaction record evidence should be there.
Everything went well, and Tang En was naturally in a good mood. Just as he was about to say a few more words, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
"Uh, Master Klee, you are so strong, what's wrong?" the young Knight asked involuntarily behind the wall with a puzzled face.
"Oh, nothing, hehe..." Tang En chuckled twice and looked up, "Yo, it's getting late, no wonder I always feel a little hungry." He touched his lower abdomen, " How about that, Little Brother, I'm going to make it easier now, could you please help me get some food and deliver it to my room?"
"Of course it's fine, Mr. Klee. I just don't know what your taste is..."
Tang En waved his hand indifferently: "Whatever, I'm not a picky eater. Oh, yes, I don't like eating pasta very much, I only like that kind of steamed rice. No way, I'm getting old, and I can't talk anymore...is that okay?"
The young Knight shook the head: "The overcooked rice...may take some time, but the rest is fine."
" haha, that's fine, please..." After speaking, Tang En frowned suddenly, bent over, turned around and waved his hands and walked away quickly, "Uh, no, I'll go and make it easier."
"Okay..." Just as he was about to wave his hand, he found that the Tang En silhouette had disappeared in the corner, the young Knight shrugged, lowered his arms and touched somewhere in his arms, feeling the special texture of the golden ticket paper, his face was overjoyed, low He murmured, "Master Keley is really a kind man..."
He hurried to prepare the time-consuming overcooked rice, but the young Knight didn't realize that, not long after he left, the 'big one' The good man 'silhouette sneaked back to touch it, clinging to the corner to observe carefully, the figure flashed, and disappeared like a phantom...
It is several hundred meters away from here, southeast of the North Temple. In the most remote corner of Fang, in front of several strange tree houses.
“Has the Heborn grandfather left?”
“Yes, Lord Knight Captain, just this afternoon, the Heborn teacher received orders and should have left holy by now. light city."
"Oh...I see, thank you." Turning to leave, Savian couldn't help but look a little regretful. But I didn't think too much about it. After all, Light God Temple was in a troubled time, and it was normal for experts like Seaborn to go out to see an area.
After leaving the tree house, Savian brows slightly wrinkle: "How long are you going to follow?"
"I'll follow you until you sleep...uh , don't think crooked, I'm a decent person." In the twilight, Owens walked out with a lazy face and spread his hands.
Savian naturally knew the reason why Owens followed, his expression darkened, and he took a deep breath: "I'm not in a good mood now..."
"So?"
** took a long spear, "I'm going to relax, if you follow, I don't mind taking you first."
"Uh, don't be so cruel." Owen Si supported his forehead, his face was speechless, and then he spread his hands and said, "I know what you want to do, but now Zachary lives behind the temple, very close to Lord Bishop's residence, you have no chance."
"Really?" Said noncommittally, and immediately, Savian stepped towards the north.
That's the direction to the front of the temple, obviously not to find Zachary's bad luck. Seeing this, Owens couldn't help but ask in doubt: "What are you... doing?"
"I said, relax." Savian didn't look back, raised his right hand long spear, " Don't follow anymore, this is the last warning!"
Owens heard the step one stopped, thought about it, stood there and didn't move, and waited until the Savian silhouette completely disappeared from sight, and then waited again. It took about ten seconds, and then he quickly caught up with his nose sniffling.
"Don't follow? What a joke... Alas, it's really not easy to be a friend who can do what I do! Thinking about it, I really admire myself, it's so great..."
The murmuring of self-talk gradually faded, and it was probably followed by a compliment of oneself.
"Crap! This is narcissism, or shameless...but these words are like compliments of me. Well, thinking about it this way, this guy is one of the most annoying pretty boy. Besides, the others are quite pleasing to the eye." A shadow touched his chin in the dark and said. Then the figure flashed and disappeared in place.
Owens dared to follow Savian, naturally, he had something to rely on.
Savian is strong and good, but she's not an Assassin after all, and she can see through some bad stalkers with a keen sense of danger. But Owens is different. Although he is not a professional Assassin, he has an impossible killing intent on Savian, so as long as he is careful, he can be sure that he will not be detected.
Compared with Owens, the black shadow at the back relies on real tracking skills! As long as you're skilled enough and don't risk getting too close to Savian's and Owens' sensory range, you'll be able to successfully track down even if you have bad intentions.
Savian, who was walking at the front, seemed to really just come out to relax, and soon left the temple and entered the city. But then her whereabouts became a little erratic, she stopped and walked, until she entered a dense residential area with complicated alleys, and she suddenly accelerated and disappeared in an instant.
As mentioned earlier, the buildings and houses in Holy Light City are extremely dense. In such a complex environment, it is undoubtedly difficult to track. At least Owens can't do it...
Going out of hiding, looking at the dense residential area with sparks in front of him, Owens sighed: "I knew it would be like this... well, let me guess Where will you go, um, try one's luck..."
...
Half an hour later, in front of a hut in the city where mail items were delivered, a man covered in a gray robe , the person who cannot see the face of the figure step in.
Looking up and down, the owner of the hut couldn't tell whether the gray robe was a man or a woman, so he could only say, "Good evening, do you want to send a letter or something?"
"Send a letter!" With a hoarse voice, the gray robe man took out a thick letter and placed it on the counter. Immediately, he waved and popped out three shiny gold coins, swallowing the shopkeeper's words about where to send it.
Three gold coins! There is really no need to ask where to send it. As long as it's not in the Northern Wilderness, no matter where Titus is, it can basically be delivered. Of course, only in towns.
"Temple Federation...Okay, no problem." Looking at the words on the envelope, the shopkeeper nodded without the slightest hesitation, accepted three gold coins, and took over the business.
The gray robe man nodded, turned around and left the hut without saying anything.
About five minutes later, the wooden door of the hut was pushed open again. The owner subconsciously raised his head and looked at the handsome young man in holy armor in front of him. Sir, good evening, what can I help you with?"
After all, he lives in Holy Light City, even if the shopkeeper is not a believer, he can see that this armor is unusual.
"Of course I need your help, but you won't answer if I ask, professional guard, I understand..." Scratching his head, Owens recalled something with a distressed expression, "Let me Let me think about it, how does the incantation of psychic magic come from, in the end it is unprofessional..."
Psychic magic, as the name suggests, is naturally the magic that controls the mind. Although this is only a Low Rank magic, it is extremely useful, and a Knight like Owens can also successfully cast it. Of course, the object can only be the commoner, not the determined Martial Artist.
After reading the incantation vaguely, the owner's eyes suddenly became empty and confused, and the first question that Owens asked, he successfully got the answer he wanted to know.
"The gray robe guy wrapped up? Oh, that must be her. Well. Where is the thing she sent?"
Following the shopkeeper's instructions, Owens easily got the thick letter, looked at the location above, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was very helpless: "Don't be like this, even if you expose this shady story, what will happen? Federation will not be thorough. Looking into this, on the contrary, you will become very dangerous, alas..."
Shaking his head and sighing, Owens put away the package and left the hut.
What, forgot to understand the shopkeeper's mind magic?
Please, it's not easy for a Knight to remember the incantation, so he can't ask for too much. It's better to wait for ten minutes and let the magic disappear on its own... However,
before the time period of this spiritual magic has passed, the gray robe man pushed open the wooden door of the hut again and looked at it with a dazed expression. The owner, look the head: "You are very smart, but unfortunately I'm not stupid."
He stretched out his hand and took out a thick letter again, inserted it into the letter to be sent in the back, and turned to leave. When he reached the wooden door, he thought for a while, turned around and read out a vague incantation, and then quietly walked out the door just before the owner's gaze was restored to sobriety and calmness.
"Sir..." After regaining consciousness, the shopkeeper cried out involuntarily, then turned to look at the empty hut, and couldn't help being a little stunned.
Then, 3 minutes later, Tang En touched his nose and appeared at the door of the hut, pouted and muttered: "What are you playing the mantis stalks the cicada, you just don't take me as a oriole... …”
…………(To be continued.)