"So boring" Lamberts looked up and glanced at the landlady who was sighing in front of the bar. She had been lying there motionless since just now, and the sun that slanted into the bar could just hit her position. . Lowering his head, he checked on the table again. Yesterday, a drunkard vomited here, which made him extremely sick. Under Cynthia's instructions, after kicking the damn guy out, he wiped it again and again, but When he woke up this morning, he still felt a strange smell, so he wiped it hard again while he had nothing to do. "I hate Wooden Day, there is no business at this time." Lamberts turned a deaf ear to Cynthia's muttering to herself and washed her hand towels in the bucket. Although neither Lamberts nor Cynthia were born and raised in Nanling, they gradually got a general idea of ??the Nanling Forest Festival. The Mutin Festival is similar to the Winter Solstice Festival in the empire. It is also a festival to celebrate the passing of the year and family reunions. Except for those wanderers who have no fixed place, everyone will go home to reunite with their families, which means that you will not return until you are drunk. The prodigal spirit of the bar, of course, there will be few people coming when this time comes. But it would be wrong to say that no one came, Lamberts thought, then raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the shadow of the alley in the distance. "Is there anyone there?" Lamberts raised his head subconsciously. He saw a middle-aged man he had never seen before, followed by a lovely lady, wearing clothes that were perfect for Nanling. But from the workmanship and details, it can be seen that the clothes are definitely not affordable for ordinary people and small businessmen. And what do people like this come to this humble little bar? Lamberts dropped the rag and stood up. "What do you want to order?" Cynthia was lying on the bar and was too lazy to move. Perhaps because she was moved by the scene and missed home, Lamberts felt that the landlady today was always in low spirits. "I'm here to find someone." The middle-aged man took off his hat. "Looking for someone? There are no guests here today?" Cynthia was a little surprised and finally raised her head. But at this moment, Lamberts had put away the surprise on his face and walked towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at Lamberts with his hat: "Isn't the person I'm looking for here?" In Cynthia's surprised eyes, Lamberts nodded to her, and then put the middle-aged man People pushed out of the bar and went. Pulling the middle-aged man to a deserted corner, Lamberts estimated that the distance was about the same as now and that Cynthia, who was about to open a store, might not be able to follow. Then he turned to look at the middle-aged man - "Wazilu " Lamberts looked at the man and silently called out his name. "I only met you once during your inauguration ceremony as judge. I didn't expect you to still remember me." The middle-aged man looked at Lamberts and said while showing a gentle smile without any threat. "What are you here for? Are you here specifically to humiliate me?" However, Lamberts did not dare to let down his guard. He did not dare to underestimate the famous divinely appointed Duke [Caterina's Hound]. This famous mechanized soldier once eliminated an entire squadron of rebel paladins in one fell swoop. Lamberts didn't think that now that he had completely lost his divine power and was left with only brute strength, he could fight better than those paladins of the Holy Thorn Knights. "Nohow could it be? Today I just paid a visit to the subordinates who suddenly resigned on behalf of Duke Catalina. After all, the festival of the Nanling people is coming soon." Wacru nodded, and he saw Although Lamberts looked gloomy, he didn't say anything, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart. Some people only need smooth sailing in their lives to achieve their talents, while some people can only truly polish off the unnecessary edges and corners of their bodies after struggling through complete setbacks. It seems that Leobert's decision was right. Lamberts is doing well today, at least much better than he imagined. "Besides, thank you for your hard work. This is the travel expenses back to the Holy City." After saying the polite words, Wazilu returned to business. He reached into his arms, then took out a small bag of gold coins from the open secret box and handed it to Lamberts. Lamberts just weighed it lightly to distinguish the things in his hands, and he could also judge that the money in this bag was not only enough for him to return to the Holy City, but also more than enough for a round trip. "What do you mean?" But feeling the other party's kindness, Lamberts couldn't help but feel embarrassed, "The failure of this mission is entirely my responsibility. Did the famous Iron-Blooded Duke suddenly change his gender? " "You are the son of Lord Leobert. Although he expelled you from the church, no one thinks his decision is serious. That's enough. You should go back as soon as possible - Nanling It's going to be chaos, I think?I also understand that it is no longer appropriate for you to stay here. "While Wazilu explained this, he used the corner of his eyes to look at a few unobtrusive spots on the streets outside Nolan Ji. "You may not know, but you may have noticed something strange. In fact, this bar is opened by the mistress of Sir Silver Rose, and the truth-level black knights around her have been staring at you for a long time. So leave now, you can't do anything now. " "! "Hearing Wazilu's words, Lamberts was stunned, "What did you say? ! Is that Miss Cynthia? ! " Lamberts' eyes suddenly turned red, and he grabbed Waziru's collar: "Are you sure? ! Did that Miss Cynthia save me because of the instruction of that bastard Yi Wenyan? ! ! ! ! " Wacru gently pinched Lamberts' wrist. The steel palm squeezed Lamberts' right wrist until it creaked, but Wacru's eyes were calm: "I don't know this, the answer should be In your own mind, isn't it? " Lamberts snorted coldly and let go of his hand. "Don't think about unnecessary things. Miss Cynthia can't kill her with your ability, and she doesn't need your protection. " After nodding at Lamberts, Waziru put on his hat and left with the girl beside him. Lamberts looked at his leaving back with complicated eyes, and then suddenly looked at Novo in the distance with a gloomy look. Lan Ji glanced at her, then covered the bruise on her right hand and walked slowly towards the small bar. "Mr. Wazilu, is that person really a former Paladin?" "After leaving Nolan Ji'er, the girl who had been following Waziru finally spoke. The girl had a pair of beautiful blood-colored eyes and medium-length golden hair. At this time, she was looking at her with those red eyes. Waziru: ¡°I feel like that person¡¯s heart is full of negative emotions. " "Hmm Is that so" Waziru turned his head and glanced behind him. At this time, Lamberts had already walked back to the bar, and among the several breaths guarding Nolan Ji'er, there were also several Followed. "Forget it, he is just a tool for Duke Catalina to express his goodwill to Supreme Bishop Leobert. We cannot cause our real mission to fail because of his problems. " Wazilu subconsciously touched the inconspicuous scar on his chin: "How many people are following us? " The girl closed her eyes and made an estimate: "Three people, one is a beginner of truth, one is a high-level magic swordsman, and the other is an intermediate storm warlock. " "Storm Warlock? "Wacru nodded thoughtfully, "The intelligence of the Nanling Resistance Army seems to be stronger than I thought, and there is one more condition to put pressure on Sir Ian. "Waclu gently pressed the brim of his hat: "Since we have been targeted, let's go directly to the Duke's Palace. " "That guy Abel is probably impatient to wait. " . " Ah! "The silver-haired priest sneezed heavily. "What's wrong? Father Abel, have you caught a cold? "Kate asked Abel casually, then frowned and looked at the mahjong in her hand. This bad hand was still far away from thirteen, but except for making seven pairs, there was no possibility of success. Just seeing this move, she already wanted to give up. ¡°It¡¯s nothing, I just feel like someone is thinking about me, ah I haven¡¯t taken such a paid vacation for a long time, I¡¯m so happy. "Abel pushed up his glasses gently, then followed Kate, who was the host, and played an "eight of cards." , and then turned it sideways: "stand upright. " "Both upright? ! "Aisilan's hand shook, and the card she just drew fell. She glanced at it with some annoyance, "Four tubes. " Seeing that the situation in the Xi family was not good, Kate frowned and gave up: "Four tubes. " Abel also gave up: "Four tubes. "Glanxue touched a card with an expressionless face, then picked it up and looked at it: "" Pushed the pile of cards down, and the card in his hand was the "Four Barrels". "One shot, two straight, the door Qing, Duanyao, Heping, three colors, one cup, two red treasures, two sparrow head treasures" "I'll go" The faces of the other three people were already dead. Gelanxue opened the Libao: "Libao Bao 2. The 13th round is full¡ª¡ª" "The Zi family has 32,000 points, 16,000, 8,000" "Uh, damn" Kate covered her face and lay on the mahjong table, "Again The Dongfeng Bureau was shot away" Abel patted Kate on the shoulder. But Kate, who had been beaten to the point of losing all morale, could no longer cheer up: "Don't comfort me, Father Abel, this is just a game, I won't be hit as hard as before" She She lazily raised her head and glanced at Abel, but the silver-haired priest did not look at her. Instead, he pointed in the direction of the prison door with a pale face, unable to speak "Huh?" Kate looked back. , and then jumped up in an instant, her eyes full of disbelief, "Father Waziru?!" Then she instantly recalled the mahjong behind her, and cold sweat fell from her back - "Father, listen to me. !" While racking her brains for an excuse, Kate tried to hide the card table behind her with her body, but it was too late Waziru looked at the table surrounded by four people in silence. , then glanced at the cell where chess and poker cards were scattered everywhere, and forced a smile: "I have always been suffering because you lost your freedom in prison, but I didn't expect you to have a lot of fun playing. Ah" The excuses that were about to come out of Kate's throat were all stuck in her throat at once - "That's right, their majestic church judge, who is not even afraid of death in battle, was actually defeated by such a simple temptation and indulged in desolation. Time's useless state has been unable to extricate itself for a long time Looking at the black-haired boy who poked his head out from behind Wazilu and waved to Kate with a smile, Kate gritted her teeth: "Bastard Yiwen Ian actually plotted against us ¡I¡¯m not done with you anymore¡¡± . PS: I had a fever and coded the update the day before it was put on the shelvesI don¡¯t want to complain anymore. That¡¯s right, the key word in the last sentence is not complaining or high fever, but - The Saint is finally on the shelves! Wiping tears~ I have always wanted to wait for a strong recommendation before putting it on the shelves, but judging from the current situation of the average number of members falling and rising, it would be great if Saints can get 200 first orders in 24 hours. So the saints finally put it on the shelves in friendship Generally speaking, there should be a speech on the shelves, but I am not forcing it to be put on the shelves, so it is not so formal. It is in line with the saints to just doodle at the end of the chapter. style of. In short what can I say I won't sensationalize outside the book (drags away) Well Anyway, let's talk about it briefly. I don't deny that the book "Saints" is just like the previous 300,000 words from the beginning. Just like the speech I gave when I was writing it, it was written to make money. So when I wrote 300,000 words, I really wanted to be a eunuch =. = But as Yiwen Ian once said in the text, due to personal reasons, I gradually stopped writing just for myself. So if there are no accidents, the saint should be able to finish writing, but that is "if there are no accidents in reality." To be honest, I have written three books seriously, and there are really a lot of accidents in reality For example, failing the exam For example, if the account is lost When Dongxian was released, the results for the first semester of the sophomore year happened to be out, and then I fell to my knees. ?????????????? That period of time should be regarded as a very miserable period of my life. In order not to repeat a grade, I had to take nearly 20 exams in one go I remember that I was so stressed that I couldn't breathe. ???????????? Then it was also very tragic when the girl was writing code. There was a hemorrhagic fever in the school at that time. I don¡¯t want to have the tragic memory of writing a suicide note while updating. = = Life, you are such a piece of shit, but my love for you is also so sincere and deep. To be honest, Eastern Front has not received any royalties from Qidian. The Saint has written 600,000 words, and the royalties received are not as high as the 3,000 words and 800 for my comic, and not as much as the 60,000 and 15,000 mobile game scripts. The remuneration is high. But it was on the book Saints that I expended the most effort. Sometimes when I look at the book review section, I wonder if this is what those leaders have realized, that the heart of one person is the heart of thousands of people. When I wrote the chapter on Yiwen Ian¡¯s Theory of Happiness, I didn¡¯t originally intend to write it so sensationally, but I ended up crying when I wrote it. Although when I looked at it later, I felt sick, but sometimes it was true from the bottom of my heart. The saints have a collection of 5,000, which has gathered the hearts of at least 2,000 readers. How many people are there in 2,000? ??At least there weren¡¯t that many people in my high school school. Back then, there were 1,500 readers on the Eastern Front, and if you just joined any group, you would meet a bastard who pushed for updates. "Girl's Sword" has 600 readers, but the number of people who are urged to update is no less than that on the Eastern Front. And for so many people, knowing the saints and this book is enough. This book of saints, noWith your support, we wouldn't be able to reach this point. And I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to: those readers who have voted for me, liked it, written book reviews, given rewards, and left comments. ??The long list of fans in the Saints Hall of Honor is looked at every day, and the daily increase in clicks and recommendations of the Saints can now be seen by just a glance. I¡¯m not afraid of your jokes. I once made a mistake. I got up and glanced at the number of recommendations and clicks. I thought, today is Friday, right? The starting point recommendation should be coming down again. Then I came back from class, stupidly waited until 2 o'clock, refreshed the page, and said to the group: "Has anyone recommended it?" It was only then that someone trolled me, and I didn't know: "Today is what day of the week, you can recommend it?" "It turns out that without any recommendation, the Saints doubled their prices that day. It was only then that I realized that it was probably because I asked for collection and recommendation. So, looking back, there is really enough nonsense. There is no end to my gratitude, stop it, stop it. Please continue to support the saints and take a bow. Step down.