Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Ywhite lived in seclusion here, half heartbroken and half completely disappointed with the temple. He is extremely satisfied with his life in the small town and does not want to be disturbed by the outside world.

Therefore, he just said calmly: "I am not Ywhite, nor do I know Carlyle. I am just an ordinary small shop owner. If you want to eat, I welcome you."

If we say that when he first met Ywhite, Elder Lejia was excited from the bottom of his heart. But now, he is awake and more concerned about whether the mission is completed.

He was determined to establish a relationship with Ywhite: "Great Magister Ywhite, you were once a member of the temple..."

Ywhite waved his hand and walked back to the counter, leaving only their thin backs: "If it's for other things, please leave."

Elder Lejia wanted to catch up and say something, but Saint Lorne stopped him with his hand. Elder Lejia frowned, Saint Lorne shook his head, and he became quiet.

"A few days ago, I seemed to feel a wave of magic, but I'm not sure if it was the person His Royal Highness the Son mentioned." Ari beside him put down the tableware, looking a little hesitant.

In this remote town, big figures like the magician were very far away from them. The reason why Ari was lucky enough to become a magic apprentice was because of Uncle White's guidance.

Although Uncle White has become Magister Ywhite, Yari's respect for him remains unchanged.

And Yari could see that although Ywhite was polite to the elder, he did not drive them away. He should still have some friendship with them.

Therefore, Ari took it upon himself to answer this question.

"Oh? We will naturally check it out. Tell me, where is it?" In front of Yali, Elder Lejia changed into a condescending look. He still didn't take him seriously as a mere magic apprentice.

Ari didn't care, "A few days ago, I returned home after teaching the orphans at the Salesian Home. On the road nearby, I felt a strong magic wave..."

"Which way?" Elder Lejia interrupted him.

The roads in the town were complicated, and it happened several days ago, so he didn't pay attention at the time. Ari thought about it carefully, "It seems to be... the path behind the tavern."

Hearing this, Gogia put down the tableware and asked innocently: "Who is Carlyle? Lord Holy Son, do you have any business with him?"

Saint Lorne wanted to answer, but Elder Lega snorted coldly, "This is not something you should know. Your Highness, the mission is important, we should leave."

"Why are you pretending?" Compared to Ywhite, this old man with a white beard was more annoying to Shi Rong. Naturally, he had heard of Carlyle's name. "Isn't it just to get Carlyle's secret technique?"

Elder Lejia had long been dissatisfied with Shi Rong, and immediately shouted angrily and took action: "How bold! You insulted the elders of the temple, and even speculated on the temple's actions!"

In order to prevent Saint Lorne from blocking him, he even borrowed a secret chain to cast magic instantly.

The speed was so fast that even Ywhite had no time to stop him. Everyone could only watch helplessly as the devastating attack magic flew towards Shi Rong.

Shi Rong didn't know whether he was stunned or something, but he sat in his original position without even a trace of dodge. Even if you look closely, you can see a smile on his lips.

When Gogia saw this scene, his eyes were so frightened that he stretched out his hand in vain to push Shi Rong away. Even his voice was a little torn: "My lord——"

But how can an ordinary person's speed defeat such fast magic? Gogia could only watch helplessly as the magic fell on Shi Rong, and the light burst out...

Elder Lejia showed a proud and sinister smile. He was ruthless this time. If this magic attack continues, the little bastard will definitely not even leave a whole body behind.

This is the price for insulting him!

But the next moment, the situation suddenly changed. Before the smile on Elder Lejia's lips dissipated, the attack turned around and hit him directly in his shocked eyes...

"Pfft--" Elder Lejia had no time to set up a defensive shield. Without any precautions, he was directly blasted out of the store, hit hard into a puddle of sewage, and sprayed out a mist of blood.

Elder Lejia was in severe pain all over his body. He was coughing and still slurring insults at Shi Rong. His eyes were filled with deep viciousness: "Damn, damn, little bastard..."

Before he finished speaking, his head tilted away, buried in the sewage, and passed out.

When the two holy envoys saw this, they quickly shouted "Elder Lejia" and hurried out of the store. Regardless of the dirt, they helped Elder Lejia up.

How could Shi Rong lag behind in such a wonderful scene? He was only one step slower than the two holy envoys, and naturally he heard Elder Lejia's insults to him.

The little succubus is born to hold grudges. Even if the culprit is unconscious, Shi Rong will still scold him: "Old bastard, you deserve it, right? Humph, you deserve it!"

He is wearing a rebound necklace specially made for him by his mother! If this old bastard hadn't played hard, he wouldn't have been so miserable. But didn't he deserve it?

But the two holy envoys didn't think so. After checking and confirming that Elder Lejia was still alive, they pointed their finger at Shi Rong: "Harm the temple elder, you..."

"enough!"

St. Lorne stopped them with words. He looked at Elder Lejia with a worried look, his expression serious and solemn: "Elder Lejia is so seriously injured that he must return to the temple to soak in holy water. Now is not the time for you to argue."

But if anyone observes carefully, they will find that Saint Lorne's face is full of worries about Elder Lejia, but he still stands far away and is stingy with even a simple treatment.

"This..." The two holy envoys looked at each other, their eyes filled with embarrassment.

As Elder Lejia's confidants, they naturally knew a little bit about the secrets. They followed St. Lorne here, in the name of protecting the Holy Son, but in fact they were conducting surveillance.

If they sent Elder Lejia away, wouldn't the Holy Son be left unaccompanied? But Elder Lejia was seriously injured, and he had many enemies himself. It was not very safe to send the elder back alone...

Elder Lejia's face turned purple. He coughed heavily several times, and a large amount of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, which wetted his already dirty beard.

Once Elder Lejia dies, their status in the temple will be greatly reduced. Seeing this, the two holy envoys immediately made up their minds, "Your Highness the Holy Son, we will escort Elder Lega back to the temple right now!"

No one saw it, but the corners of Saint Lorne's lips slightly raised into a faint smile.