Sivalka summoned several more robust civilians.
"We can't trust them."
"Until our fellow churchmen come, we are on our own."
Sivalka pointed to the guards standing outside the shanty town, and said in a low voice.
"Mr Sivalka, what are we going to do?"
The leader of the civilians also asked in a low voice.
These people saw Sivalka's performance last night. Apart from the two saviors, Sivalka was already the most trusted person of these civilians.
Coupled with Sivalka's identity as a mercenary, it is even more convincing.
As for the guards at Eitantinople
Didn't show up last night.
Now it appears.
All that greeted them was indifference and hostility.
Even small children know that these people are unreliable.
"We need patrols and sentries."
"I will find a way for the weapon."
"Has any of you ever learned swordsmanship or fighting?"
Sivalka asked.
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Sivalka was not disappointed at all. This was all expected. He asked again: "Is there always a shot?"
"meeting!"
This time everyone nodded.
"That's good!"
"Now follow my group."
"A few of you form a patrol, and four squads fall one at a time, and you are a fixed sentry..."
Sivalka arranged it meticulously.
He swore that when he was a mercenary, he had never been so careful.
But he didn't have any complaints.
because…
After being warmed once, the feeling is really good.
He didn't want to lose such warmth.
He almost lost it last night.
He was terrified.
He's scared.
He is almost desperate.
Thankfully, all was lost and recovered.
Is there anything better than this
Naturally, it has been maintained.
Keep it that warm.
Guardians of such warmth.
Whoever dares to touch the warmth in his heart will be completely icy.
After arranging patrols and sentries, Sivalka glanced at the guards, and the coldness flashed across his eyes.
It is said to be guarding the shantytowns, but the formation of these people is completely guarding!
Treat the people here as prison guards!
"Dirty people."
Sivalka thought silently in his heart.
What happened last night was weird and sudden.
Up to now, the Temple of War God has remained silent.
Nor does the royal family have a real sense of the word.
If there was nothing tricky about it, Sivalka would not believe anything.
Therefore, he needs the civilians here to protect himself.
Best of all, get out of here.
Because, he couldn't guarantee whether these people would be in danger again.
Bait is a good thing.
In particular, bait that can be used again and again will be extremely sought-after.
"I hope the people from 'Mist' will come sooner."
Sivalka thought about it, but already planned to contact the old witcher.
Compared with that young man, the two sides had a 'friendly' contact after all.
Of course, more importantly, the younger one is just too scary.
Not only the strength shown, but also the aura. Although he didn't face that aura in the real sense, Sivalka couldn't help but his knees went weak when he looked at the opponent.
He swears that even if he is 'Cowardly Sivalka', the only thing that can really give him such a feeling is facing the statue of 'God of War' in the 'Temple of War God'.
Thinking of this, Sivalka once again expressed shock at the 'Snake faction' among the demon hunters.
He knows a little about the 'Snake School'.
After the 'Black Calamity', almost all wolf demon hunters were wiped out. They hid for decades, and only recently appeared because those guys from the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night' slaughtered the remnants of the wolf faction.
Not to mention that the other party's forbearance is really as terrifying as a snake.
Just the strength shown by a young man is enough to make everyone guess.
He didn't think this young man could really compare to the 'God of War'.
After all, it was just a statue.
But that young man is not alone!
What about the opponent's companion
flocks of sheep.
Tiger walks alone.
How can there be weak around a strong guy
A young man is so strong, how strong is the opponent's teacher
You know, according to the tradition of demon hunters, those who are really old but not dead are the scariest and most dreaded, because they are not only experienced, but also have strength, and... are not afraid of death!
That's right, not afraid of death!
They would rather die on the battlefield than on their beds.
Facing such an enemy, anyone would have a headache.
"I'm afraid it's because of this that the people in the dark hall are silent, right?"
"And that mutation..."
"Faster than I thought."
"It's really troublesome!"
Sivalka sighed.
"Sighing drives away good luck and ushers in bad luck!"
An immature female voice sounded behind her, and Ellie came over with a cup of hot water.
"Thanks."
"This is a wise saying!"
Sivalka bent down, took it with a smile and said.
There are quite a few famous sayings like this in Hokuriku, but no one would believe them except children, and in Altantinoburg, even children would not believe such words.
"It was my mother who told me to be strong."
Allie answered seriously.
Under the rising sun, the little girl stood in front of her, the light seemed to be reflecting on her face.
The big eyes should have been full of innocence and simplicity, but this time they were filled with sadness.
"Feel sorry."
Sivalka said in a low voice.
If he had come earlier, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But how can the past be changed
He can only cherish the present and change the future.
At least!
Ellie's fate, he wants to change.
The little girl stretched out her palm and placed it on Sivalka's frown. With her bruised little hand, she carefully stretched out her index finger and middle finger, and smoothed them out slowly.
The pustules on the knuckles burst open with the force of the fingers and flow down the knuckles.
Sivalka's heart trembled.
Damn it!
How did I forget this!
Maintaining this bent posture, Sivalka kept the smile on his face unchanged.
"It's smoothed out, it looks better."
Allie laughed.
"Ellie wait for me a moment."
"I'll be right back!"
Sivalka said so, returned the water glass to Ellie, and at the same time gestured to Erin in the distance.
Compared to her younger sister, Irene is much more mature.
Moreover, after experiencing the 'divine grace' last night, there was a little more unexplainable aura on him, as if he was really being watched by a great existence, which made people daunting.
This is a kind of luck.
At least, there will be no surprises when he leaves briefly.
After getting a positive answer from Irene, Sivalka left the shantytown and ran towards the commercial area of the third ring road.
Frostbite medicine is sold in the lower fifth ring road, but the effect is mediocre. Not only does it take a long time, but it also causes pain when applied. The frostbite medicine that is really effective in relieving pain can only be found in large shops in the middle third ring road.
Walking quickly, Sivalka, who passed through the lower seventh ring, suddenly frowned.
Someone is following him!
During his mercenary career, he had learned tracking and anti-tracking.
And after becoming a so-called deacon with a knife, he has a sharper intuition for being seen and followed.
It doesn't take much, he can detect it when someone's eyes sweep over him.
Just like him at this moment, the hairs on Sivalka's neck stood on end.
"who is it?"
"The people in the dark hall?"
"Still a member of the royal family?"
Sivalka guessed.
The former, according to his understanding, should not have time to take care of him at this time.
And the latter
Before knowing the strength of the 'Mist' Church, you shouldn't do it.
So that's all that's left...
While thinking about it, Sivalka dodged and entered the alley behind the shop. He didn't dodge, and just stood there quietly.
If his guess is correct, the other party has no direct malice.
There was no use dodging if he guessed wrong.
The other party obviously came prepared.
Step, step.
About ten seconds later, there was a deliberate sound of footsteps.
Wearing a dark cotton robe, cotton cap, and a scarf made of rabbit skin, a person no different from most passers-by appeared in Sivalka's field of vision.
The other party stared at Sivalka standing there for a moment, then laughed.
"Good morning, Deacon Sivalka."
The other party accurately called Sivalka's name and position to show that he knew everything.
There is no doubt that the other party expects to take the initiative in this conversation.
And Sivalka breathed a sigh of relief.
He guessed right.
These people have no direct malice.
Then the initiative is naturally his!
"Good morning, are you Earl Valentine's subordinate? Or Viscount Little's subordinate?"
"Or some lord I don't know?"
Sivalka asked bluntly.
The visitor's breath stagnates.
The surname Valentine originated from Aitantine II, who is one of the representatives of the traditional aristocracy. He not only has a prominent family background, but also has many private soldiers.
The surname Little came later, and only appeared in the eyes of people in the Northland during the time of Eitandine IV, but it is enough to make people remember, because every head of this family is a well-known general, not only It is powerful, and its battle command is excellent,
And these two surnames have one thing in common.
Old School!
Conservatives against Aitandine VI's 'New Deal'!
"You're much smarter than what's in the data."
"I hope you're still wise in the rest of the conversation."
The visitor who had his identity exposed was not upset, but the domineering feeling made Sivalka very uncomfortable.
Of course, it was more because Sivalka knew what the other party was coming for.
Apart from the civilians sheltered by the 'Mist' Church in the shanty town of the Lower Seventh Ring Road, what else is there
The king gave 'protection'.
The old school, which started to oppose the king, naturally wanted to intervene.
"It's not that I'm smart or not."
"It's that I can't do anything about it."
Sivalka shrugged.
"But the news we got is different. You have a very good relationship with sisters Irene and Ailee, and Irene has become the person who talks directly with the 'fog', so you just need to maintain the current relationship, of course. , as a deal, we are willing to give you... "
The visitor was talking on his own, completely unaware that Sivalka's eyes had completely cooled down.
Rumble!
Suddenly, continuous thunder at the city gate interrupted the words of the visitor.
"Damn it, the lunatic of the Temple of War, are you going to make trouble so soon?"
Obviously, knowing something, the man turned his head and cursed under his breath.
The opponent didn't pay attention to what was behind him at all, and approached Sivalka step by step.
puff!
A cold light passed over his neck.
The visitor clutched his neck and turned to look at Sivalka in disbelief.
He didn't understand why Sivalka dared to shoot.
He's already mentioned Irene, Sister Elle.
Shouldn't Sivalka be more cautious
Could it be that Sivalka and the two sisters have such a good relationship
Sivalka indifferently wiped the dagger's blood on the opponent's padded robe.
"You really think you can control everything?"
"No wonder that person doesn't pay attention to you."
"If you don't even understand the basic situation, you will show up at will, but you will die!"
Saying such words, Sivalka looked towards the direction of the city gate. Although he forced himself to calm down, Sivalka's body could not help but tremble with excitement.
'Mist' actually won!
The situation is completely opened up!