Reckless Through The New World

That night, the panda slept soundly. Even if he heard the exclamation in the middle of the night, he didn't bother to pay attention.

until someone knocked on his door.

"What's wrong?"

He got up unhappily to open the door, and saw the hotel clerk standing at the door a little uneasy, next to the boss and the knight little Noang.

The three of them looked at him with a bit of suspicion. The knight's eyes were the most sinister, and the maliciousness almost overflowed.

"How dare you murder the nobles, **** it!" the knight shouted, reaching out his hand to draw his sword.

Just before his right hand touched the hilt of the sword, a fist the size of a vinegar bowl hit him in the face. With the sound of the bridge of his nose shattering, he fell to the sky and passed out.

Panda knocked out the knight with a punch, frowned and looked at the other two: "You woke me up in the middle of the night just to see how this neuropathy was beaten?"

The innkeeper's expression immediately became gentle and loyal: "How could it be! It was the knight who insisted on coming to trouble you. We were afraid that things would get worse, so we had to follow... Who knew you were so powerful, we are Think too much."

Panda snorted coldly and asked, "What happened?"

"Just now... Baron Noang was killed." The man sighed. "He was killed when he was going out to relax. The baroness only heard his screams, and after chasing him, no one could be seen. Now everyone is Gather in the hall on the ground floor and discuss who the murderer is...you didn't go."

"Why should I go?" Panda sneered and said, "I'm sleeping."

"It's so noisy downstairs that you can sleep?" the boss asked in surprise.

"I've been through so many situations that are noisier than this, why can't I fall asleep?" Panda asked rhetorically.

The boss laughed dryly and persuaded: "You also go downstairs, everyone is there, but you are not, it's not good."

"What am I doing downstairs? I'm going to sleep!" Panda said with a displeased face, "I didn't kill him anyway. I was a paladin, so I went to kill him when I was mad—I don't even know him! Stop arguing, Go to sleep, the big things are not as important as sleep!"

With that said, he closed the door and locked the stunned boss, the man, and the still unconscious knight outside.

The boss and the guy looked at each other, full of questions, but they didn't dare to knock on the door again.

This paladin's martial skills are beyond imagination. The punch just now was unbelievably fast. This knight is actually not weak. Not long ago in the hall downstairs, he had a brief conflict with the robbers. One-on-one words , None of the five robbers is confident that they can stop his ten moves. But in front of the paladin, who called himself Bell Pan, he was knocked unconscious before he could even draw his sword.

If it wasn't for the type of paladin who didn't kill at will, the knight would have been dead.

Willfulness is the rightful prerogative of the strong, not to mention, as the paladin said, people were not killed by others anyway, so what does it have to do with him? He is the paladin of the God of Suffering. As long as there is no persecution of innocent people here, he can not care about anything. People really don't care about the life and death of a mere aristocrat.

As we all know, the relationship between the Church of the Suffering God and the nobles has never been very harmonious. Even in some areas where the lords are particularly brutal, the Church of the Suffering God will secretly sponsor those bandits who oppose the lord, and even contact the surrounding lords to overthrow the lord.

This paladin of the Church of the Suffering God is probably happy to see a noble die?

In fact, they still have some doubts about the panda. After all, with the strength of the panda, it is not difficult at all to kill the nobleman without being discovered. And as a suffering paladin, if the noble is a brutal ruler, he is likely to make a cameo as a killer - paladins are not moral gentlemen, they are only responsible for their own conscience and understanding of doctrine, as long as they It is not surprising that I feel that I am correct, and I can find an explanation from the teachings that can support my practice.

In various churches, those who are really sophisticated and know how to compromise are mostly priests or priests. Most of the paladins are good at thinking about problems with their fists rather than their brains.

It's really not surprising to kill a noble on the spur of the moment!

But the two of them did not dare to say this, for fear of causing trouble and angering the paladin.

They looked at each other for a while, only sighed silently, lifted the still unconscious knight, and carefully went downstairs.

Panda slept until dawn, and got up to wash with the clean water that had been prepared in the room. He felt refreshed and refreshed. Then he put on his clothes and armor and walked downstairs easily.

In the hall downstairs, a group of sullen people were sitting in front of several tables, keeping a safe distance from each other.

Seeing him come down, the blood on his face has been wiped off, but the knight with the bridge of his nose still slumped has a look of fear on his face, but there is hatred in his eyes.

The other people looked at him one after another, the patrolman was obviously relieved, the five robbers were a little nervous, the baroness showed anticipation and anxiety, only the bard remained indifferent, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

"I haven't asked the murderer yet?" Panda asked.

The innkeeper nodded and sighed.

"This trivial matter has taken so long... What are you doing in the middle of the night!" Panda said helplessly, "If you want me to tell you, you might as well follow what I said before, everyone sleep well, wake up and eat and drink So, let's discuss it slowly."

"You didn't say that before..." The guy muttered in a low voice.

"Oh, maybe I was sleepy and remembered wrong." Panda said nonchalantly, "Actually, this matter is easy to solve - if you don't mind, let me handle it, how?"

"Of course!" answered the baroness immediately, standing up. "It would be great if you would help!"

The panda nodded, waved his hand, and a circle of blue light fell on the ground, covering most of the hall.

"Everyone come to the blue light area," he said. "Then, if I say anything, you will say whatever."

With three points of curiosity, three points of unease, three points of anticipation, and ninety-one points of daze, everyone gathered within the range of the blue aperture, even the bards were no exception.

When everyone came in, Panda nodded and said, "I swear by the **** I believe in, I didn't kill anyone last night."

Blue light flickered on him, calm and steady.

He smiled and looked at everyone: "Okay, it's your turn."

His expression was very calm, and he looked confident, but in his heart at the moment, he was laughing silently and triumphantly.

Rashomon? Go to your Rashomon!