Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Inside the circus, a man in blue and white priest attire was already waiting there.

He has short light blond hair neatly trimmed, his blue eyes maintain a calm gaze, a string of exquisite moon and star necklaces hangs around his neck, and he holds a sectarian Bible with an embossed cover of blue moon stars in his hand.

It is not difficult to tell from the priest's clothes that he is a priest named Blue Moon Truth Cult. Behind him stands a row of sect guards in silver-gray chainmails. They stand motionless and look very majestic.

Blue Moon Shinrikyo is very popular in the human kingdom. Even in the small town of Fog Castle, Blue Moon Shinrikyo has extraordinary strength and the largest church base compared to other religions.

"Only the Blue Moon cherishes the world. Say hello to you, beautiful dwarf lady."

Even when faced with a dwarf much smaller than him, the priest remained gentle and saluted first, his voice full of magnetism and charm.

Olivia greeted calmly, "Hello, Pastor."

The pastor smiled gracefully and said, "No need to be polite, please call me Baker."

Olivia then asked: "Hello, Pastor Baker, what do you want to do here today?"

"Only Blue Moon cherishes the world. Please forgive me for being presumptuous. Which one do you believe in?"

Olivia frowned slightly, "Most of us are loyal believers of the goddess of wealth. We believe in fair transactions and win-win wealth. What is the matter with you?"

"Don't be impatient, madam. Since you believe in fair trade, you should understand that there are fees to hold the circus here."

The tauren said angrily: "You want money? We have already paid the fees to your city Lords' Council."

Pastor Baker kept smiling. He glanced at the tauren with a mocking look in his eyes and said, "That's the fee charged by the Blue Moon Cultists."

"Designed for Blue Moon believers. And you? You are heretics and need to pay an additional management fee, one gold coin per day."

The tauren banged the table loudly in anger, "A gold coin? Oh my god, you bastard, there has never been such a rule."

Pastor Baker was unmoved and pointed to the table and said: "Look, pagans are a source of chaos. I heard that a child died outside just now. You should be lucky that he died in the circus from time to time."

A Vatican guard wearing gray exquisite mail came out. He drew his long sword and chopped the table into pieces. "For heretics, Fog Castle has long had this rule."

The tauren was furious and wanted to go up and take action, "Duncan, stop." But Olivia's voice sounded and he had to stop.

"Don't be impulsive, heretic. I could have taken nothing from you, but just because of your impulsiveness, you have to pay the price." Pastor Baker's voice was still so calm and elegant, but the cunning and ridicule in his blue eyes were undisguised. . "Of course, pagans, if you give up your beliefs and join the embrace of Blue Moon, that will be a different matter..."

Duncan and the other people in the circus were so angry that they were told to abandon the gods they believed in. Except for Olivia who was sitting on the chair, almost everyone in the circus gathered around.

Olivia's eyes became even colder. She raised her hand to stop everyone's movements, and said in a low and slow voice: "Duncan, give him a gold coin."

The priest brushed up the long sleeves of his white robe, stretched out a finger and said: "I mean every day, one gold coin every day."

Olivia's voice was steady and she said without showing any sign of weakness: "Then I'm glad you guys come here every day."

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nbsp;After receiving the money, the pastor stood up. Before leaving, he shook his head and said, "Lan Yue cherishes the world. You see, after receiving the money, even the pagans will be cherished."

The pastor's voice was full of compassion, and I had to admit that he was an actor,

Duncan the Tauren was held down by everyone in the circus. The steward of the circus was a middle-aged bearded man. He said to the female dwarf: "Captain, one gold coin is half of our daily income. It's hard to believe that we really have to pay him every day." he?"

Oliveira glanced at him, shook his head and said: "The money is not worth fighting with the church, they bastards."

Outside were the people leaving the Holy See, and the priest was riding in an exquisite carriage.

Through the carriage window, the Holy See guard riding outside suddenly asked: "Mr. Baker, do you really agree to them? Just charge so much money every day?"

"Of course!" Pastor Baker continued matter-of-factly: "Lowly dwarfs and stupid minotaurs, what kind of money can you expect them to have?"

"Wait a few more days until they make more money."

The pastor maintained a smiling tone, "Even if they can't make any money, aren't there still a group of merchant believers in the city who are slave traders? You know, pagans can also be sold at a good price."

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When it was getting dark, Loki, Ned, and Lynn carried Hazel on his back and returned to the third room.

The other beggars in the third house had already returned. Even though the beggars were young, they were well-informed and knew about the conflict between Loki and the seventh house.

"I heard that a guy died. He was the half-elf from the seventh house, the one who robbed us of our money."

"Who killed him? I heard it was the half-elf in our house, half-elf. They are really a bunch of arrogant and unpopular guys."

"If you ask me, those guys in House No. [-] will definitely come back with revenge, so stay away from them in the future."

The low-pitched discussion suddenly stopped. As Loki and his party came back, the few beggars squatting on the side did not dare to discuss in a low voice anymore and just stared at them coldly.

The relationship between Loki and the beggars is not good, not only because of his half-elf status, but also because he has the mind of an adult. He used to spend all his time focusing on his biological computer. Even Ned and Hazel He seldom communicated with others, and Loki's usually indifferent behavior always made him incompatible with the beggars around him.

Ned leaned against the wall and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Loki, it was me who got you into trouble with Carle and the others."

Four-year-old Hazel's big eyes were also full of uneasiness. Linn covered her lame leg and said angrily: "Those bad guys will definitely not dare to come back for a while. They will definitely be afraid of Loki."

Looking at the three beggars waiting with different expressions, Loki nodded and said, "Lynn is right. They shouldn't cause trouble for the time being. They don't dare to cause trouble and fights in the broken house, but you must be careful outside. You two This brother is like Hazel. If there is danger, don't show off, take her back to the shabby house as soon as possible, or run to the circus to find me."

"Circus? What are you doing in there? We can't get in."

"Find your own solution. The female dwarf and the minotaur who are treating you today are both circus performers."

Loki's words were not about how kind he was, but the way the female dwarf took good care of Hazel today gave him some thoughts. The circus did not exclude beggars too much, and they also seemed to be stronger than ordinary people. Maybe this is an opportunity to break away from the Underworld Brotherhood.