The Dean Has Arrived

Glad swallowed a large piece of black cheese and licked his fingers contentedly. ※※

Under normal circumstances, this thing is not something that low-level people like him can enjoy. But just a few days ago, I stole a lot of money from a trader, so I was able to be so luxurious.

Morag is not a friendly place. The thieves living at the bottom of the city class are one of the most unpopular objects. God knows when the windmill and the people in Heihe are not pleasing to the eye, they will die. It's hard to guarantee.

Therefore, when they have money, they don't choose to save, but to spend the money in the shortest time.

He randomly wiped his drooling hands on his dirty cloth. Glad, who had already begun to have green spots on his face, took out a cloth bag from his chest and squeezed it. There was a crisp and pleasant sound of coins crashing inside. It looks like there are many more.

He grinned, showing jagged and yellow teeth covered with tartar in his mouth, and he laughed.

The money is enough for him to spend half a month splendidly.

After pushing the purse back to his collar to prevent being caught in troubled waters by his peers, Glad thought about which prostitute to go to at night and which prostitute to call, and stretched out his hand to open the airy wooden door of his home.

Then he rushed to the street.

To be precise, he felt that his body suddenly became extremely stiff, and he couldn't even bend his joints.

Even though he was terrified and wanted to shout subconsciously, he found that his mouth was covered with an invisible cloth, and he could not make any sound except for a slight mumble.

"Is there really no problem here?" The one who opened the door instead of him was a thin middle-aged man wearing a mage robe and a cowboy hat on his head. What frightened Grad was that the eyes of this middle-aged man seemed to have his own life. Will rotate in two different directions, and on his temple, there is another thing that looks like a screw no matter what.

What kind of monster is this guy? !

"This is a thief's den. As long as you can subdue him, it will be fine."

The next person who entered the room was indeed Grad's acquaintance, Claude Stein. The big boy who always dreamed about leaving Morag.

"No problem, for at least thirty-six hours, he can't even let out a fart."

The skinny middle-aged man said without emotion.

"Professor, there are girls here, please don't say such vulgar words." A pointed one. I knew it was a girl's voice immediately.

After entering the room, there were four young children who seemed to be about ten years old. These children looked white and tender, and at first glance they knew they were not residents of Morag—in this city, their peers would be thin and black if they were not born well. It's like a stick.

"I think there are other things I can say before this? Why don't you just subdue others..."

Said one of the chubby little boys.

"Of course it's because it would be too troublesome to subdue if the other party is prepared."

The thin middle-aged man replied without hesitation: "Thieves are different from ordinary people. They are sensitive and agile. When they are prepared, unless they can cast spells instantly like the dean, they can only pass the A ranged attack can guarantee a certain hit—you don’t want to be constrained by my group confinement technique, do you?"

"Anyway, I will drag him aside first...I have something to ask you afterwards."

Claude said in a deep voice, he dragged Glad, who was still unable to speak and act, to the corner, and assumed a pose that he had thought about facing the wall like a monkey.

Then he took away the bag of money in his arms.

...... As expected, someone who has lived in Morag for so long.

Because you can't see the other person. So Glad can only judge who is speaking by their voices.

"What about the priest?" This is Claude.

What the priest said should be the respectable priest who came to Xizhen Road. He heard that that fellow gathered a group of believers in Molag. Maybe a lot of money has been scammed by those stupid believers. Being a sacred stick is better than their mischievous deeds. They deceive the money and treat you respectfully...

"The priest went to the church to pack things." This extremely stiff voice is undoubtedly that of the weird thin middle-aged man: "But he heard it when you said the address, and he should come back in a while... after all We are all accomplices."

"The culprit, please don't be so triumphant..."

The crisp boy voice is easy to recognize. I just don't know which of the three boys said it.

"Don't worry." The thin middle-aged man's voice sounded again: "I was very careful and didn't kill those who found us. Just let them sleep for a while."

"No, I think you who offended Baicheng guards, windmills and Heihe to the end in one breath can't be reassuring at all!"

Claude's voice sounded very helpless.

If it is not that the body cannot move. Glad would definitely stretch out his hand and dig out his ears, wondering if he had misheard-offended all the three major forces of Morag in one breath... Does this guy really want to not be in this city?

At this time. There was a door opening at the door.

"Ah, bishop, you are here."

The thin middle-aged man's voice immediately revealed the identity of the other party.

"...Father, why do you look so embarrassed just now in a fight with a group of Pragers?"

Claude's astonished voice followed.

"Do you think it's easy to get rid of the guys who are behind without controlling the dead hand!"

A new male voice sounded, and it seemed that this should be the priest they were talking about.

"All in all, then we will all be the official wanted criminals in Morag. Come on, applaud."

The skinny middle-aged man's unsentimental beating voice sounded again, but there were almost no responders.

"This kind of name makes people unhappy at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The boy's voice sounded. This voice is probably the little fat man who spoke before.

"We are not here to listen to you making cold jokes." The priest's voice sounded very tired: "Anyway, Professor Franken, you should be honest about what you just said now. Right?"

This atmosphere always feels as if the other party is going to tell some secrets.

Although Glad was still anxious, his natural curiosity made him **** his ears.

Then he heard the next words from the skinny man.

"of course."

The other party paused and continued.

"The purpose of our trip is to completely solve the source of the plague that plagued the city of Morag."

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