You call this a shield?

"For the saintess!"

The other knights followed suit!It's just that the sound was quickly covered by the barbarian's roar.

Florence looked dumbfounded at the crowd shouting around her, no, she just came to ask for some supplies, how did it become a big counterattack?

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Volume 316 The Savior: Chapter 24 Chapter [-] A Beautiful Morning

"Your Excellency Crofts, we have already pursued to a very deep place, and if we continue to pursue, there may be risks..."

"risk?"

A bearded man with a scarred face wearing heavy armor and wearing a white cloak with the church cross sword emblem looked at the knight who made a suggestion: "It's just a risk, but if the saint really ran out, it would be more than a risk. "

"Those people above are inexplicably optimistic about her. If they want to replace the saint, they can only take advantage of it now."

"The subordinates just think that the Holy Maiden's team has many injuries, and the supply capital is insufficient. I am afraid it will be difficult to get out of the Western Wilderness. There is no need for us..."

"To live is to see people, and to die is to see corpses."

Crofts snorted coldly, and then asked, "Where is Lydia's team of crazy women?"

"She was dragged for a while avoiding the masked woman on the road, and it stands to reason that she should be catching up with us soon."

"Contact her again."

"But...there is no prayer stone here in the Western Wilderness, and our contact has been cut off for a while..."

"Didn't there be a plan to set up a branch in the West Wilderness before? What are those guys doing?!"

"..."

The knight didn't speak any more, and let Crofts curse.

The main reason is that he can’t say what he wants to say. The church had a plan to set up a branch in the western wilderness before, but the funds allocated by this plan are not for you to divide happily. If you lose your place, you lose it...

Of course, this is not unreasonable, even the knight himself feels that there is no need to set up a church branch in the western wilderness.

It is neither on the border - because next door is Mount Hygara, and the Great Umpken Desert.

It is not an area rich in resources either—not to mention sparsely populated, more than half of the sparsely populated areas are human scum, the minerals are barren, mining is difficult, and water sources are scarce.

Based on the above, the West Wilderness is basically a "cursed" place except as the exile of the Bella Empire and as a place of refuge for some people who can't survive in other places.

But what is interesting is that the existing temples of the earth and the worship of the god of the earth seem to only survive on this land.

At this moment, a monk rode up from the front, and Crofts recognized that it was a member of the team he sent out to find the way ahead.

Monks do not have the standard armor and weapons issued by the church like knights, because strictly speaking, they do not belong to the armed forces. Except for the standard cross sword of the church, they need to prepare everything else by themselves.

Therefore, most of them are lightly equipped, and it is very suitable to go to explore the road-more importantly, the death of a knight needs to be reported to the headquarters, but these ordinary monks do not need it, they only need to record it in the local branch. Department, and then centralized submission every once in a while.

Many articles can be made out of this.

"Lord Crofts!"

"Any news?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Crofts!" The monk got off his horse and half knelt down: "We found a trace of camping. According to the number of people, it should be the saintess and her party."

"Master Saint... Huh, she won't be a saint soon."

"Yes……"

The new saintess will select a valuable puppet by them, such as the youngest daughter of a certain nobleman?Even a certain nobleman adopted an orphan who has the profession of a saint, yes, as long as she has the profession of a saint and is obedient enough.

Only in this way will it be convenient for them to exchange some interests, earn enough wealth and accumulate enough achievements.

The saintesses have always been produced after the game between the various forces.The church is also tacitly acquiescing to this point. The saint does not have to be "100% pure natural and pollution-free". do not give.

Don't think it's outrageous, it's a bit strange that all the races in the world are still making such a fuss over some vulgar things under the threat of the Demon Realm.

Everyone knows that even in the end of the world, as long as there is room for breathing, disputes are inevitable.

Well, there are other races in this world, but overall, the difference is not bad.

"They shouldn't be in a state for long, so speed up and drop some of the luggage."

"Lord Crofts..."

The knight on the side was about to say whether he might be too aggressive, but was interrupted by Crofts.

"Then leave some people behind until Lydia catches up and let her pick up the luggage left behind, without waiting for her."

Crofts felt that his aging body had ushered in a second spring, full of infinite power, and the thoughts in his mind were much clearer than before. Presumably, it was because he would be able to improve to a higher level soon.

"If you want to blame, blame the headquarters for giving up the selection and choosing you directly, Florence..."

Waiting for the next selection of the saintess, his old bones have no chance.

……

"Ah Choo! Ah Choo!!"

Sheld's sneezing never stopped.

For some reason, Shield's nose has been itching since just now.

If it wasn't for the chronic rhinitis and allergic rhinitis in the previous life that followed him to another world, then someone must be cursing him!Shields was quick to make a judgment call.

What?You say someone is thinking about him?

It's quite difficult. Under what circumstances can a group of people miss him in such a short period of time?He, Sheard, thought he was not such a popular person.

To avoid affecting the early morning sleep of the people in this room, Sheld slipped out of the room alone.

The same is true for the time when the university lived in the dormitory. Sheld's luck is considered good. The four people in the dormitory are all very particular people. He woke up one morning and couldn't stop sneezing. Seeing that his roommate was about to be woken up, he slipped out to eat breakfast consciously, and by the way, he became the "father" of his roommates.

Go downstairs, and then wash up in the specially prepared washroom. The elves are more particular about it. With this kind of facility, even if it is public, like the human side, even if it is the Shenguang City of the Bella Empire, the hotel will not prepare it. These things are usually simple buckets of water, which are delivered to the door by the boss early in the morning, covered with a lid, and a small bowl is placed next to it, with green sprout juice in it. This is the mouthwash from another world.

The taste is so bitter that the tongue is numb, so some people who are not particular about it just don't brush their teeth.

The elves will add something extra to the sprout juice, the bitterness will be slightly lighter,

But, not much better.

When Sheld came out of the bathroom wagging his tongue, he happened to see Juno, who had brought them here before, going upstairs with a bulging cloth bag.

"Mr. Sheard, good morning."

"Good morning."

Sheld pointed downstairs: "I'm going to have breakfast, do you want to come together?"

"No, I've already eaten." Juno bowed slightly, rejected Sheld's invitation, and then said with a smile: "If Mr. Sheard plans to have breakfast later, I recommend the smoked mud dragon here, which is a special meal here one of the points."

"Ok."

"Then I'll take my leave first."

Juno dragged the cloth bag and brushed past Sheld, then turned and went upstairs,

Going upstairs, are you going to see Hewei?What's in this bag?Although it's not good to spy on people's privacy like this, Sheld still couldn't help but throw away a survey.

"Bag, a bag made of cloth."

"Original monster, glutton. Monster rating: Soldier level. Current status: dead..."

"Original monster, glutton. Monster rating: Soldier level. Current status: dead..."

A series of reminder messages, all of which are repeated, without exception, are all the corpses of monster gluttons, considering that this thing is parasitic on the body...

Sheld had goosebumps all over his body, wouldn't this guy drag a bunch of stumps to find Herway early in the morning?Too harsh.

"Oh yes, Mr. Sheard."

"Um... ah?"

Shield was focusing on Juno's bag, and Juno's sudden turn of his head caught him off guard.

"what happened?"

"It's best to cover up your appearance when you go downstairs. Although humans occasionally appear in the capital, it's not a particularly unusual thing, but the elves sitting in the hunter's hall as a whole are not very friendly to humans. Welcome, everyone was fine yesterday, if there is only one person, there may be some trouble."

"Thank you, I see."

Shield summoned his Fairy King cloak and put it on, covering his head with the hood.The goblin king's cloak, which might have been more conspicuous in other places, is not so conspicuous in the elves' territory, but perfectly integrated into it.

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Volume 317 The Savior: Chapter 25 Chapter [-] Be Reasonable

If one word is used to describe Sheld's current state, then Sheld himself would choose the idiom "deceive one's ears and steal one's bell".

While Juno's advice is not wrong, humans are indeed not very popular in the Hunter's Hall.

But maybe his disguise was too bad?Or maybe both he and Juno underestimated the observation power of the elves here.

Anyway, the hood covering the head doesn't help at all.

The eyes of those elves still followed Sheld's arrival, focusing on him as if attracted by a magnet.

"It shouldn't be, why are you looking at me?"

"Don't you all wear hoods a lot?"

Until, the conversation of nearby elves reached Sheld's ears.

"The human being yesterday, today he is the only one..."

"How dare humans come to the Hunter's Hall?"

"Is he a marksman too?"

"No kidding, his arms are not as strong as my thighs, and look, even Martha's arms are stronger than his."

"Rod, if you say one more word, I will cut off your long ear with a dagger. Anyway, part of it is already missing, do you mind missing another part?"

Shield: "..."

The co-author was given to him yesterday, and he remembered it yesterday. He covered his head, but his clothes and body shape did not change. These things may not be special memories for other people, but what kind of place is this? ?

Hunter Hall!

Most of the excellent shooters and hunters of the elves gather here.Maybe among the elves here, there are several "Eagle Eyes" from which clan.

The most powerful hunter in the village, "Eagle Eye", came from the west village, and the most powerful hunter, "Dog Nose", came from Dongtou Village.

In addition, there are many old customers present here from yesterday. Everyone whispers to each other, and new customers come to listen to "the root of the wall". Once the information is shared, it is equivalent to everyone knowing.

What else can this say?

Low key!Low key!

order!

In terms of food, of course the food made at Almi's table is delicious, but it's rare to go to the city, so you can eat some local specialties while saving tables.

The emperor ate too many palace banquets, so he wanted to eat some home-cooked food, didn't he?

Of course, the premise is that the home cooking is done well.

This is an objective factor that cannot be ignored.

Sheld lowered his head, and as soon as he raised his hand, an elf sat down opposite to Sheld, and the discussion in the hunter hall also stagnated.

Let it go.

Sheld put his hand down again. Although he didn't look at who was sitting across from him, how could he not feel the atmosphere if he wasn't a fool?

It's that typical gangster-down vibe.

Then you have to ask, what does it mean for the boss to sit across from him.

Sheld glanced at the left and right sides. Early in the morning, although there were many people, there were still many vacancies.

The seat he was sitting in was not a place facing the gate, where he could just drop by, nor was it a special corner where the protagonist usually resides.

It is an inconspicuous position mixed in the crowd.

"Are you the human sharpshooter who stole the limelight yesterday?"