Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

One, the prison wheel was rolling, surrounded by mercenaries, and the whole body was dusty and dusty.

One, the sleeves of the robe are repaired, the pious steps are light, and the holy halo is suspended.

Two teams appeared successively at different times, one started to move towards the wall nearby, and the other went deep all the way to the depths of the town.

The mercenaries with messy weapons surrounded the prison van, pushing the team forward slowly. There were only a few slaves left in the cage. A thin Sarkaz youth,

And a few Sarkaz hunks who don't look like ordinary slaves.

...in order not to appear too deliberate...

I still made several other Sarkaz players wronged.

Zhang Zhiqing, dressed as the leader of the businessman, was dressed in white gauze and white clothes, like an Arab, and the other players dressed as mercenaries were the same, except that the former was covered with a layer of expensive silk shawl (found from the prison earlier), and the latter was a foreigner. Wear armor.

The slave trade mercenary team is "vicious",

A look of "stay away from strangers",

What makes people feel ironic is that the surrounding townspeople are really a little scared, and they all give in and avoid it.

Except for grabbing a few locals to ask for directions, the "mercenary team" didn't communicate with anyone along the way.

There is really enough black humor......

Zhang Zhiqing watched the few townspeople who were caught by him flee nervously, not knowing whether to cry or laugh at this scene.

"...Mr. Zhang...?"

At this time, the thin voice of the girl mosquito came from behind the mercenary's veil behind her.

"...can you tell me about your plan?"

Bagpipe, who was also disguised as a mercenary, said so. Zhang Zhiqing wanted to murmur through the scarf, but because of the changes in the street situation, the draft was changed instantly.

"Stay steady."

Li Boli's cloudy eyes officially moved to the front of the road,

Two battalions of militiamen lined up, and three magistrates stood in the road,

The crossbow is full of knives, ready to fight.

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Volume 130 Columbia: Chapter [-] The Invisible Place

"The team in front stop immediately!"

While the slow wheel of the prison car convoy stopped,

Several bows and crossbows have already pointed the arrows on the crossbow.

"What are your identities?"

"We are a slave caravan passing by here,"

Zhang Zhiqing was the first to take off her veil and raised her palms to show friendship.

"Passing through this town, wanting to get rid of some of the remaining slaves."

Explaining to the magistrate in front of the road with the slow tone that he used to use in morning prayers, Zhang Zhiqing looked around and responded calmly.

"Slaves? The ones in the car?"

"Would you like to see it?"

"Do not."

The lead sheriff shook his head,

"I'm just here to tell you that when you enter this town, you must abide by the laws and regulations. Even if there are no police here, we have our own methods to punish those criminals who violate the law and discipline!"

The magistrate Chi asked,

"Where are you from?"

"Probably Sargon."

In Terra, where traffic is blocked and natural disasters are rampant, caravans wandering around are not uncommon. It can even be said that, like messengers, they have long become the most important part of Terra people's lives.

Caravans are not uncommon,

It's not uncommon to sell anything...

"Sargon?"

The magistrate obviously didn't believe Zhang Zhiqing's words immediately,

But judging from his expression, it was obvious that he didn't know that place. Coincidentally, Zhang Zhiqing himself was the same.

"We won't stop your business, but you must abide by the rules of this town."

"Of course, my people need to rest, where should I go?"

"Go straight ahead, turn left, there is a hotel."

The deployed militia retreated to both sides of the street, and the sheriff followed suit.The convoy started to pass, but just halfway through, it was stopped by the sheriff: "Wait a minute."

the convoy stopped,

Surrounded by militiamen on both sides,

"What's up?"

Zhang Zhiqing, who was standing at the forefront of the team, was still calm,

"My time is precious, and every delay is a loss of profit."

"I need to confirm one last thing—"

The sheriff held the wanted album of wanted persons unfolded,

"As the sheriff of the town, I can't let the guy on the wanted warrant come in."

"So you take the bandage off your face and let me see your face."

"------"

"Okay, no problem."

In broad daylight, the world was bright and bright, Li Boli lowered his head and took off the bandage that had been wrapped around his head for a long time, raised his head,

"Did you see clearly?"

"!!...Look, see clearly..."

Throwing on the wanted person's photo album, the magistrate bowed his head and backed away with a ashen expression on his face.

"...No problem, please come in...:"

With a bad face, there are militiamen and other townspeople passing by,

As if seeing something terrible,

Avoid the God of Plague, avoid filth, until this team completely disappears from sight.

The rutted footprints could not be on the dusty dirt and stone road. On the side of the street, a few townspeople who watched the mercenary team go away began to talk to each other.

"These outlanders don't feel like good people..."

"Yeah, those slaves are too strong, they don't look like ordinary slaves at first glance, only one of them is barely passable."

"Hurry up and go back, tell each other that there are some foreigners in town, don't let them trick and steal our child!"

After the discussion, the townspeople dispersed, just like the militia team, and went about their business.

"Who are those npcs? The police in this town? (Chinese)"

"It's possible, it's a bit like the sheriff in a small town in a western movie, but the one who took the lead just now really deserves to be beaten. (Chinese)"

Several players who deliberately turned off the translator whispered.

"Well, this is unreasonable. Why are there still traffickers in the town when there is a sheriff?"

"Stupid, everyone in this small town defaults to you as the magistrate, but you have harmed everyone's interests, ungrateful, wolf-hearted, and not doing anything. Just these words are enough to slander a normal person to commit suicide by jumping into a well!"

"Shh, be quiet."

Talking too much will lead to failure, reminding the little players behind to keep quiet, Zhang Zhiqing took the lead in pushing open the half-length fence door outside the hotel.

The bagpipes followed closely by his side.

"Mr. Zhang,"

"What are we here for? To avoid further attention?"

"Attention is really important, but it's not the only purpose."

The conversation between the two was so small that the mosquitoes shed tears,

"Next, just wait."

The layout of the hotel is like that in many western movies, with a bar on the first floor and people living on the upper floor.

The table boards that have been deposited for many years, the wine barrels piled up in the corners, the floor that is difficult to distinguish the original color, the tumor skulls on the wall and the smell of alcohol in the air, the perfect "real" experience allows players to really experience a wave of "exotic flavors" ".

At this time, I can still admire the surrounding scenery. It is estimated that apart from the "players" with the mentality of the game, it is difficult for Quan Terra to find anyone else...

Let the system guide the players to sit down, Zhang Zhiqing went to the bar, ordered a glass of Origin Stone Beer,

He took the wine glass that was slid towards him, and drank the obviously watered orange liquid. Like other players, he admired the surrounding furnishings.

I do not believe,

Someone will "sit back and watch" the appearance of a slave-carrying mercenary team,

and so……

There is fog ahead,

Next, waiting is useful.

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The long hand of the clock points to twelve, and draws a straight line perpendicular to the hour hand.

The time was exactly six o'clock, so it should be already morning according to real time.

Angel D2 thought so, buckled back the pocket watch, and put it away in his pocket.

At this moment, I was dressed in a white robe and gray clothes, with a shawl and a hood on the outside, a copper-yellow buckle chain and the Pope's waist pendant on the waist, looking extraordinarily dignified and holy.

Remove the magazine mount outside the clothes and the MASM1938 submachine gun.

Are the angels in this worldview so full of firepower?

Could there be a wheelchair with a sniper rifle...

Not far from D2, 5 meters away, nun Lilia, accompanied by two other angels on D6.D1, is negotiating with the owner.

"Excuse me, is there a church or something like this in town? We hope to be able to finish our evening prayers there."

The chanting sound is as clear as a silver bell, and the dark green robe is neat and straight. At this time, Lilia and the "Lilia" that players often have the impression are completely torn apart. This is so formal, there are two people at all!

Common players are still like this,

Not to mention the townspeople who met the owner for the first time.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The Pelo man who opened the door was so nervous that his throat was knotted,