“…… Let's go. There were still sick people waiting in the temple. ”

Lady Moghley was the first to turn and lead her horse towards the town gate.

"Hmmm......"

Fang Qiuling also turned away, and when he left, he didn't forget to pull up the dazed child beside him.

"You're going to take him?"

Pastor Ed glanced at the child who was still holding the bottle of holy water in his hand.

The child was thin and small, and his face was black and dusty, and he could not see his original appearance. His clothes were even more tattered, with patches and holes everywhere. He looked blankly at the middle-aged woman who fell to the ground, and soon there were two more tears on his little face.

"Yes." Fang Qiuling nodded, "She left a wish, and I agreed." ”

"You ......"

"Keeping promises and doing what we say is the foundation of our life. Old Ed, you don't know I'm a nobleman, do you? Aristocrats must have the responsibility of nobility. ”

"No ......"

“…… Could it be that you want to do it for you? Fang Qiuling tried to make his tone lighter, "No problem, I'm still young and have no experience with children." It's really not good for a child to follow me, maybe I'll teach him badly. Old Ed, you're not married, are you? Are you still planning to get married in your life? I think you can adopt him, and you can also rely on him and support him in the future. And you're still a priest, so it's good that he can inherit your mantle in the future. ”

The brisk words reached Pastor Eddard's ears, giving him a constipated look.

- You're a dead nobleman, you're in trouble! Any stranger's wish on the road will be fulfilled...... You will do what you say, why don't you go against the sky!

Pastor Ed glared at Fang Qiuling viciously, and turned around to lead the horse.

Old Tom left first when Fang Qiuling drew his sword. His sister's situation had many similarities with the middle-aged woman in front of her. Touching the scene, the middle-aged woman's experience made him involuntarily reminisce, and his mood immediately became worse.

With a few words, Pastor Ed was gone, and Fang Qiuling squatted down and looked at the child levelly.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Will ......"

The child's voice was soft, with obvious fear.

"Hello, Will. I am Thurik V. Norn, and I am your temporary guardian from now on. Fang Qiuling took out a small pendant from the storage bag and brought it to Little Will, "So I have no experience in educating children, but I hope we can get along happily." ”

Little Will raised his head slightly, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes appeared under his messy short brown hair. However, these eyes have no brilliance and look very dull.

Fang Qiuling sighed silently in his heart. In just ten minutes of work, I felt that I sighed more times than in the previous month.

"Follow me. Are you hungry? I'll find something for you to eat......"

Fang Qiuling naturally took Xiao Wei's hand and pulled Xiao Wei towards the town gate. But before he could take a few steps, several bodies blocked his way.

Five bronzed-skinned men blocked Fang Qiuling's way. It seems that because of the example of leadership, more refugees have stood up and joined in silence. They were silent, but the human wall they formed quickly surrounded Fang Qiuling.

Fang Qiuling's eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized the five leading men, the five of them were the most active when they just splashed water to save people, and they ran back and forth several times.

“…… Ladies and gentlemen, what are you doing? ”

The refugees are aggressive, and you can tell at a glance that they are not good. However, Fang Qiuling didn't think he had done anything wrong, so he was not afraid at all.

One of the five men stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Why take this child? ”

"That's right! Who are you! ”

"Why take this child!"

"Aristocrats are not good things!"

"Take this kid, what do you want to do!"

As the man spoke, the surrounding refugees began to clamor one after another.

Fang Qiuling looked around and saw indignant faces. Reflecting on what had just happened, he quickly understood the reason for the refugees' anger.

- Although it is true that he has a clear conscience, the way and method of disposal are indeed not very appropriate.

"Everyone, everyone! Be quiet, be quiet......"

Fang Qiuling waved his hand to signal the refugees to be quiet, but his actions did not appease the refugees, but made the scene even more noisy.

Anger has spread through the crowd, and more and more refugees are standing up and speaking out about the atrocities that have just occurred.

Whether it is laying out facts or reasoning, Fang Qiuling is fearless. The middle-aged woman's affairs can be easily explained, especially the bottle of holy water in her hand, which is a "limited packaging" in Huquan Town, and there are really many people who can see it. But what made Fang Qiuling a little helpless was that now he was louder and louder than whom. In this regard, he really fell behind, after all, he only opened his mouth, and he could only make one sound, and the voices around him were endless, completely covering his words.

Just as Fang Qiuling was thinking about how to get out with a slight headache, several voices among the refugees were shouting words such as "kill him" and "ask him to pay for his life". This immediately alarmed him.

If a middle-aged woman is kicked down and the child is snatched away, the refugees will be angry, but most of them will dare not speak. Even at this special juncture in front of him, it may be lucky to be taken away by the nobles. But after setting fire to people first, then drawing a sword and stabbing people to death, and then snatching children, after such an operation, the people who saw it must be filled with righteous indignation, and it is normal for the same enemy to stand up and ask the nobles for an explanation.

However, most of the refugees' demands are to find an explanation, or even make the nobles ugly or something. There are basically no further thoughts. You must know that no one will pay attention to the death of a commoner, but if a nobleman dies and is killed by a crowd of civilians, it is an absolute big event! Serious is directly defined as a rebellion, no problem!

Fang Qiuling's gaze quickly swept through the crowd, and he immediately found the source of the sound.

There are several women dressed as middle-aged women! They mingled in the crowd, shouting a few words before changing places, and then continuing to shout.

- Very well, you managed to get my attention. I remember you!

I don't understand why these two middle-aged women did this, but this doesn't prevent Fang Qiuling from making a note in the small notebook so that it can be settled later! But before he could find out all the figures in the crowd, the other little guy next to him couldn't stand it.

"It's too crowded, it's too crowded...... It's too crowded! ”

Mildis was short, and he stood a head short next to Little Will. As soon as the human wall came up, Fang Qiuling was tall and could still look at his face and speak, while the little dwarf only saw one foot!

"Let's go! Give it a go! Give it a go! ”

The refugees who fled were all from poor families, and the smell would not be good if they had too many feet, and Mildis's face soon turned the color of pig's liver, and then he cried out loudly in dissatisfaction. But he was short, and his high-pitched, thin cry was completely muffled. Not to mention the refugees around, even Fang Qiuling didn't notice it.

After a while, the little dwarf decisively chose to make a biao!

There was a soft "buzz". It's not loud, but it's very frequent. The extremely high frequency caused everyone to subconsciously cover their ears, followed by retching and nausea accompanied by a feeling of dizziness. Many of them staggered and fell to the ground, and a few of them still had a little bright red flowing from their ears.

- Sonic Boom!

A spell at the second level in the list of standard spells. The effect of the spell can be seen from the name of the spell, and the high-frequency sound waves that suddenly explode in the crowd will cause strong stimulation to the ear vestibule, and the direct result is a short-term imbalance in the body.

Fang Qiuling was also caught off guard. However, he has a good physique, and he quickly recovers after a stumble. Immediately after recovering he heard Mirdis angry.

"What are you arguing about! Isn't it louder than anyone's voice! They all stepped on me several times, and Mildis called so many times that no one paid attention! Nobody heeded! What do you want to do! What do you want to do! Mildis thinks the big man did nothing wrong......"

At first, Mildis still spoke the Calthacean lingua franca, but as he screamed, the vernacular of his hometown came out.

The sudden explosion of high-frequency sound waves made all the shouters at the scene shut their mouths, leaving only the shrill voice of the little dwarf echoing.

Fang Qiuling felt angry and funny. Mildis's reaction was too violent, but considering that he was a dwarf, it was not surprising that the dwarf was always "exaggerated" in his dealings with people. Fang Qiuling took a few more breaths, calming the dizziness in his mind and the tingling pain in his ears, before he set out to appease the little dwarf.

But before he could raise his hand, the words of reassurance were still swirling in his throat, and suddenly a few figures sneaking around his waist flashed in the corners of his eyes.

They bent over and occupied the surroundings silently, under the cover of the staggering refugees. Half of them seemed familiar. Fang Qiuling quickly identified it, and when he got the result, he immediately raised his vigilance.

The middle-aged ladies who had just shouted "kill him" and "asked him to pay for his life" all had a share. One of them, draped in a black cloak, stands out.

Fang Qiuling quietly dropped his hand, seemingly to appease Mildis, but in fact, he secretly started sign language.

Mildis was an illusionist who had systematically studied the standard sorcery courses recommended by academic wizards. Therefore, he has taken language courses such as ancient language, upper ancient language, elven language, dragon language, etc., and he has learned quite well. In addition to the language used in the casting process, he is also familiar with the hidden language and sign language used by wizards to communicate with each other.

He just lowered his hand, and then made a simple gesture, and Mildis immediately understood. He raised his voice in understanding, and shouted even louder. And with Fang Qiuling's subsequent gestures, the little dwarf's eyes became bright.