After restoring everything according to the Nameless Book, Mozo returned to his room and waited to disembark.
When the waiter came back from work in a daze, he was surprised to find that the small box he used to put money in was empty? !
And that also contained all his remaining Alpha Coins!
Then he opened the box in horror again.
Then he saw his own money and Big Alpha Coin in the mezzanine, but where was the sacrificial ritual that had been passed down from generation to generation in their family
After counting again, the waiter found that the big Alpha coin he gave out seemed to have been replaced by another one
After scratching his head and swallowing his saliva, the waiter decided to go to the Iron Bank for a makeover as soon as he got off the boat.
The waters of this world are too deep, so he should just be content to be a rich man from now on.
What supernatural, what sacrifice, he never wanted to touch again!
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The docking of the airship went very smoothly.
As a first-class passenger, Mozzo was naturally among the first to disembark.
Different from the bleak and severe winter in the bitter cold land.
The scenery of Justice Parish is gentle sunshine, blue sky and a bustling city!
Among the several parishes that Mozo had come into contact with, Justice Parish was the best one.
Even the Sea City cannot compare to this!
After all, although the Sea City is still prosperous, that prosperity reveals a sense of illusion.
Because the prosperity of the Sea City has slowly begun to break away from the bottom.
As for the bitter cold land of the Victory Parish, it goes without saying. The Sea City is only slowly moving away from the bottom layer, while the bitter cold land directly abandons the bottom layer and even the middle layer.
After standing on the ladder and looking out for a while, Mozo nodded and got off the boat.
Perhaps the problems of the Justice Church are much better than I thought.
Because the long-distance sailing policies vary from place to place, Mozo was unable to buy a civilian ship ticket that went directly to the center of Justice Parish.
He could only go to the edge of the Justice Parish first, and then take an airship to slowly go deeper into the heart of the Justice Parish.
But Mozo was not planning to change trains immediately. He planned to go down and take a look first.
Mozo remembered that this city was a border city of the Principality of Polivi in the Diocese of Justice. Its name was Alva. Because it was located at the intersection of flight routes, it was a very prosperous tourist city.
After walking around, everything was just as Mozo had imagined, the people's livelihood and infrastructure here were excellent.
Everyone was smiling.
Everyone is hardworking.
Everyone is working.
Everything was beautiful, but the only thing that made Mozo feel a little bit wrong was that the colors of the city were too monotonous!
I don’t know if it’s because of the different local customs or if the local urban architects have lost their minds.
In short, the colors of the buildings in this bustling city are very monotonous.
After Mozo turned around, all he could see was gold and white.
Then Mozo also discovered that the golden buildings seemed to be government buildings and church buildings, while the white ones were civil buildings.
So, could this be due to local policies
Since it wasn't a big deal, Mozo didn't dwell on it, but just thought the colors were a bit monotonous.
Besides, it’s not the business of an outsider like Mozo to interfere in how other people renovate their houses.
After shaking his head, he leisurely drank coffee in an open-air cafe.
This is a very rare enjoyment.
After taking a sip of the local coffee whose name he didn't know, Mozo couldn't help but praise him:
“What a great place!”
The waiter who was wiping the table nearby also smiled at Mozo:
"You are from another place, right? Just as you said, this is really a good place!"
Mozo also nodded in agreement.
It was also at this time that Mozo saw a middle-aged man wearing a golden Libra cloak, walking towards him holding the hand of a little boy.
It looked like a father and son were planning to take a short rest here.
And if you look at the man's attire...
As if noticing Mozo's gaze and curiosity, the waiter explained to Mozo:
“That’s Lord El. He’s our sheriff. He’s also a church knight. I heard that Lord El is a big shot at Sequence Six!”
"And they come here at this time every day!"
The unity of religion and politics is a very common situation in dioceses controlled by the Church of the True God.
It can't be said to be good or bad, it all depends on how the locals operate.
And Justice Parish is clearly one of the good ones.
Just looking at the other person's cloak, Mozo couldn't help but wonder, why is it a golden scales instead of black and white justice
The sheriff named Al seemed to have heard the noise here.
After looking up at Mozo, he looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
This should be because they could see that Mozo was a foreigner and a transcendent at that.
Because it was the other party's job, Mozo didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and lowered his head to enjoy the local specialty brought by the waiter - a kind of dry noodles that Mozo couldn't name.
The other party also looked at him for a while and then looked away.
After Mozo slowly finished the noodles brought by the waiter, he also observed the church knights opposite.
The other party ordered a lot of delicious food for his children.
The little boy lowered his head and ate happily, while his father sat opposite the child and watched him quietly.
This scene looks very warm.
But as he watched, Mozo felt that something seemed wrong.
But for a moment he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Such confusion made Mozo stand there in a daze until the knight named Al took his child away and the waiter came to pack up.
Mozo suddenly remembered something and asked the waiter next to him:
"What do you think of Sheriff Ayr?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment and then said:
"Evaluation? What kind of evaluation can there be? Of course it's very good. Half of the credit for our street being so good is due to the church and the city hall, and the other half is due to Knight El!"
Mozo nodded, left the money and left.
Mozo thought he might have understood the real problem of Justice Parish.
This is heaven for most people and hell for a few.
381 All emotions are a burden! (4k)
After leaving the cafe, Mozo unconsciously followed the father and son.
After a brief thought, Mozo finally understood what was wrong.
They are a father and son, and in the eyes of others, they are a very harmonious father and son who take their children out for dessert every day.
But Mozo discovered that the child was indeed very happy during the meal, but that was only because he was happy eating.
Because he didn't dare to look up at his father the whole time.
He was not happy because his father brought him out, but simply because the food was delicious. He was even afraid of his father, so much so that he didn't even dare to look at him.
And that father, Knight Alta, was different from a normal father. He was a child who was only five years old.
Under normal circumstances, which parent would let such a young child sit alone and eat
A five-year-old child who knows nothing absolutely needs his parents to be around and take care of him at all times.
But Knight Al sat opposite the child.
At the same time, Mozo also noticed that there was something wrong with Knight Al's eyes.
There was indeed love for his child in those eyes, but it was not a large proportion. What was more of it was confusion!
This was also the biggest reason why Mozo felt something was wrong at first.
A father who sees his child's successful career actually has confusion in his eyes
This discovery made Mozo unconsciously follow them.
But Mozo only followed for a few hundred meters, and Knight Al pushed his child behind him and turned around.
He lifted his coat to reveal an exquisite revolver and a bullet chain hanging from his waist.
Knight El put his hand on the handle of the gun and said coldly to Mozo:
"Stranger, why are you following me?"
Mozo then came to his senses and looked around. Knight El's actions did not cause a commotion because he deliberately led himself into an empty alley.
For a moment, Mozo didn't know how to answer Knight El's question.
Such an action naturally made Knight Al even more alert.
His inspiration told him that the stranger in front of him was definitely a high-level transcendent.
Although he didn't think the other party could cause any trouble in the city.
But he was also sure that if the other party was about to attack, he would not be able to stop him before he caused too much damage.
That was why he led Mozo into this deserted alley. At the same time, he also contacted his companions.
I believe it won't be long before Mozzo will be surrounded by church knights and municipal gendarmes.
Mozo, who was standing opposite the knight, hesitated for a long time before raising his hands to the knight Al to indicate that he had no ill intentions and said:
"I don't mean any harm, I just feel confused about your situation. Plus, I like children very much, so I followed you."
Mozo's actions did not reduce Knight El's vigilance. A transcendent person does not necessarily need both hands to take action.
"Confused? What's so confusing about this?"
As he spoke, Knight El, who received the signal that his companions had arrived, hid his child even more behind him.
At the same time, he also pulled out a little bit of the revolver from his waist.
But immediately, Mozo's words made him freeze in his tracks:
"I swear in the name of Ilúvatar, the goddess of victory, and Aragorn, the king of men, that I am following you only because this child seems to be very afraid of you!"
The oath to God and the King made him realize that what the other party said was true. At the same time, his last half sentence made Knight El freeze in place.
The atmosphere between the two sides fell silent.
After a short while, Knight El smiled bitterly and waved to his companions on the wall to indicate that everything was fine.
After the other party disappeared on the wall, he said to Mozo:
“I’m confused about that, too.”
As he said this, he looked at his son behind him with sorrow.
After putting away his service gun, he turned around and squatted in front of his son.
The only emotion revealed in those blue eyes looking at his son was confusion and self-blame.
"This is Amanda and I's child. He is very good and very obedient. My neighbors would say he is a very good child. He should be a child that every parent would be proud of."
"No, there is no need for that. As long as he is my child, it is enough for me to proudly claim this to anyone."