Three days later. ↗ Top Novel,

As news of Tifanton's resurgence spread throughout the imperial capital of Susar, and even in the northern Arabe, a one-armed priest dressed in a white priest's robe was leading his horse into the thousand-year-old metropolis.

Since the founding of Cormier, Arabe has always been a powerful gateway across the northern lands, shielding the forest kingdom from the onslaught of the Orcs of the Stormhorn Mountains.

The war between the orcs and goblins decades ago was the only time Arabe fell, but the female lord Millman shouldered the responsibility of the family, raised her arms, gathered a large number of troops and adventurers, recaptured the territory with only one night attack, and also killed the orc shaman at that time.

The current Arabbe can be roughly divided into two parts: the old city and the new city.

The new town was built by Milman after he regained the territory, while the old town was inherited from the ruins of the war, with minor renovations and renovations.

The one-armed priest happened to enter the old city from the old city gate, leading the horse all the way, the street was as tortuous and narrow as a laneway, and the two sides of the street were either piled with goods, or messily hung clothes, the people passing by were all ordinary cotton and linen clothes, and the price of the whole set of clothes was estimated to be about 1 silver coin, which was very cheap.

There is no doubt that the old town of Arabe has been reduced to the lower part of the metropolis.

It's normal to think about it, the town hall, the lord's palace, the temple of the gods, and the guilds were relocated there decades ago when the new town was first built. The new town became the center of power, with the upper class, academies, and high-end shops clustered there.

However, even in the old town, the streets are much cleaner than in other small cities, and there is no horse manure everywhere. Some of the houses were also painted in decorative colours. A few of the houses are even four or five storeys high. The sound of children laughing from the open roof can be heard.

"Bang"

The priest was leading his horse around the city when a drunken man staggered over the corner of the street in front of him with an ale bottle suddenly appeared and crashed into his arms.

"You ......" The priest was just about to push the aboriginal drunk away, but suddenly sensed something, raised his eyebrows and stretched out his right hand to grab the drunk's arm.

"Click" twist.

The arm that was touching the priest's purse folded in one direction, and the drunken man let out a scream like a pig, trying to break free from the priest's grasp. But the drunkard was horrified to find that the strength of the one-armed priest was terrifying, and his right palm was like an iron tong firmly encasing him, and he did not move at all.

The surrounding passers-by cast curious glances at this scene, but did not come to watch.

"Haha, Mike, the unlucky man, dared to pickpocket a priest......"

"Do you really think that if you join the gang, you can be lawless?

There was laughter from people who knew the drunk. This drunk man is obviously a thief who is a little bit of a thief, but even if he is an advanced thief, he will basically not make a move on the priest and warrior monk who perceives the attributes of the main point. This is a self-defeating act.

More than 20 points of transcendent perception attributes are not decorations.

While Native thieves can steal money and items from players, and countless players have been caught in the beta since the beta began. But that doesn't include the Shire. Speaking of which, since the inauguration of the pastor. It was the first time he had seen a thief with a short eye tentacle on him.

Charles glanced at the thief coldly, and a thrust came from his right arm, and the struggling thief screamed and slammed into the alley wall, slipping limply and falling to the ground.

Against a thief who has not yet attained the official professional level, his 15 strength attribute is completely crushing level.

Without looking at the thief much, the one-armed priest continued his way through the old town with a light war horse.

The thieves couldn't get up for a long time.

After a while, no one paid any more attention to the thief who had fallen in the corner.

"Damn......" Mike struggled to sit up and leaned against the corner, covering his dislocated right arm, his face covered in sweat and his eyes still full of horror.

"A crippled priest is so powerful, and the clergy are indeed the natural enemies of thieves." Mike moved his right arm slightly, and hissed again.

Wait, that pastor, he looks a little familiar......

Mike, who was pumping cold air, suddenly strangely ignored his right arm, and his left arm reached into his arms and took out a small cloth bag, and took out a neatly folded parchment portrait from it, and the corners were rubbed to the point that had faded, and his palm trembled and hurriedly unfolded.

A delicate pastor's description jumps out on the page.

It's a full-body portrait, not just a headshot. Mike thought back a little about the previous details, and found that the one-armed priest just now, not only in height, appearance, and attire, was very much in line with the image on the drawing paper.

Although it was just an accident, Mike was still very confident in his memory. To be a good thief, you must learn to recognize people and things.

Extremely talented thieves can also be able to memorize and even determine their identity from the other person's demeanor and clothing, and then choose whether to attack or not.

"That's this man!"

Mike's snort suddenly became hot.

In the past half a month, including him, the whole gang has almost searched for Arabe several times, just to find out such a Holy Presence priest. Mike thought of the treasure chest that the leader had taken out, forgot the pain, and bent down and ran down the street.

The Shire did not leave the Old Town.

He deliberately found a mid-range hotel near the new city, where the security environment and the hotel environment were not bad, stored his war horse, and enjoyed a delicious meal with the flavor of Arabe in the lobby on the ground floor.

Instead of returning to his room after a hearty meal, Charles sat down and listened to the bard's singing while gathering information from the conversations of the other guests.

The charr did not forget the night when the Stone Lord Lombrosso woke up and walked through the lizard swamp under the moonlight with the female lord.

Finally used the 'Royal Mage Association Medal of Honor' to trick a big plot questline, and the female lord's meaning at that time also understood very clearly, she had to clean up the ghosts in Arabe City before starting a war with the orcs, so that she could mobilize the army with peace of mind and go out without worrying about when the rear would catch fire.

What is a ghost?

This blow is widespread. It can be a criminal gang. It can be an evil organization. In short, large groups that can threaten the stability of the city will either be closely monitored or resolutely eliminated.

He felt that Milman wanted the player to take the lead, which was a bit of a divisive and contradictory meaning.

Everyone knows that the Holy Coming is a group of God's people, but now this group of people is still very weak and cannot threaten the church of the gods and the city union.

Fight against the ghosts, led by the player, with the Raul family hidden behind. In this way, reassure the temple, the union, and the upper class that they don't think nonsense at this sensitive moment, and tell those guys that the Lord's Mansion is just cleaning up a small part of them.

Gangsters, criminal gangs, and evil organizations are basically concentrated in the lower areas of the city.

The chaotic law and order in the lower areas and the large number of immigrants naturally breed the soil for crime. Charles decided to stay in the Old Town, just to get more information, and then go to the Mage Tower to meet Milman, and he won't be at a loss when the other party asks about the time.

In the lobby. The bard sings about the glorious deeds of the lords of the Raul family.

Most of the guests at the inn are out-of-town businessmen, but there are also quite a few adventurers. Didn't sit for long. Charles heard a table of people talking:

"Damn, those villains of the 'Fist of Vengeance', I really hope that the Lord's Mansion can clean them up!"

A businessman, who looked relatively young, slapped the table and cursed.

Several merchants at the same table seemed to know what happened to the young merchants, showed sympathy, and comforted: "The old city is almost controlled by them, and as soon as the merchant group enters, they will be detained for two percent of the goods...... If you don't give them ......"

At this, the merchant shuddered and lowered his voice, "Know, the corpses that have appeared in the old town lately, all of them have been skinned and covered with honey, hung on long poles, and crawled with ants and bees...... Among them was the body of a friend of mine. ”

These small businessmen have no money to hire a group of guards, and they are naturally in a difficult situation when they are oppressed by the gangs.

"Skinned corpses?"

Charles was thoughtful.

"Skinning" is almost a taboo word related to the evil church, if there is a skinned corpse, no matter how you say it, it will alarm the city guards, but that 'fist of revenge' has survived until now, and has not been officially banned, there is definitely something in it!

"Fist of Vengeance." Charles silently clicked the name a few times.

He got up and prepared to go upstairs.

But at this time, there was a sudden commotion outside the hotel.

Bang!

The innkeeper, who had walked to the door to see what was going on outside, was pushed away by a burly man who strode in, and smashed into the column a few meters away, curled up on the ground and whimpered in pain.

"Where's that priest?"

The burly man wore his upper body, and a black cloth hood was covered from the neck, revealing only his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

He wears leather pants and brown boots, and his bronzed skin is covered with large and small scars, which naturally exudes a fierce temperament.

"Black Fist!!"

A timid businessman screamed in a broken voice.

"The leader of the Fist of Vengeance?" The adventurers in the lobby also looked at each other awe-inspiringly. They often walk in the old town and have long heard of the name of this fierce god.

This is an exemplary level of professionalism!

Deadly Iron Fist!

Completely rude, with only empty hands can make the enemy cut off hands and feet, or even a high-strength grappler who cuts off the waist. Even if you hold a weapon against the deadly iron fist, there is no room for it to be used. They will use their physical flexibility and dexterity to dodge weapon attacks and grapple counters!

Perhaps it is only when their opponent is about to break their necks that they realize what kind of professional they have encountered who is proficient in hand-to-hand martial arts.

The Iron Fist of Death, so to speak, is a group of advanced warrior monks who have abandoned discipline and faith, and will use force to seize whatever they need.

"That's the man!"

"The priest, he's sitting there!"

Mike the thief entered the hotel after Black Fist, and the first thing he saw was the priest with the broken arm sitting in the corner. (To be continued......)

PS: The first one is offered.