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The village chief raised his crutch and "Go away."[]

The other party's companion looked worried and uneasy, "Is he... dead?"

Evilla and the pastor were silent. The village chief turned his head and looked at it, and shivered involuntarily, "I don't know yet." He waved his arms as if he was expelling anxiety. "I will tell you later, leave here and go to rest. Captain Oprah, take them out of here, we need quiet."

The militia captain raised his sheathed sword and said, "Let's go."

The surroundings were finally empty, and Li Ou had the opportunity to walk forward and observe carefully: this was a poor man who was frozen. His body was as stiff as a wooden stick, his skin was pale and morbidly blue-purple. His clothes were as ragged as rags, stained with dry and hard scars. His eyes were tightly closed, and pain and despair seemed to be frozen on his face.

Li Ou squatted down. As soon as he touched the other person's body, he suddenly withdrew his hand. It was cold, so cold that it was dozens of times colder than anything he had touched before. He would rather hold a piece of ice in his palm. However, when he reached out carefully again, it was no different from ordinary people - he didn't believe that there was something wrong with his senses. What was wrong? He couldn't find the answer. But he always felt that there was a certain scent similar to ** permeating around. However, he couldn't find the source.

The confused alchemist turned to Evila beside him, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's still alive." She simply replied briefly.

"Then what?"

Evila focused on the work in her hands. The village chief had no good expression on him. He would not speak without saying anything. The pastor didn't even say anything, and he didn't even raise his head, whispering to Evila.

Li Ou simply shrugged and asked Rosie and Lu Yuewu to leave, "Let them stay here." He walked towards the hotel, he had to eat something, his stomach was already croaking hungry. However, he stopped after walking a few steps, turned to the village chief and said, "I suggest you better move him into the church and raise the brazier, otherwise he will really be frozen to death when you find something."

"Church?" The pastor raised his head in confusion, but then his face changed into anger. "How can the holy church accommodate such a strange guy...he may be that... monster."

"Then you just watch him die." Leo said contemptuously, "the great Reverend Andal."

The hotel was warm. The alchemist sat by the stove after lunch, leaning on his chair and was drowsy. Some visitors who were driven in by militia also sat aside with their heads hanging down. They were all fleeing refugees, with unconcealed fatigue and fear on their faces, showing the uneasiness of the journey.

The long-lost sun passed the noon sky and leaned towards the west. The sunlight shining from outside the window gradually stretched out the shadow of everything. Rosie could not help but return to the room and chose to take a nap. There was only a female swordsman next to him. He yawned and forced himself to cheer up. "Yuewu." He shouted softly.

"What?"

He thought about it and said, "Do you think there is a problem with that person?"

"I didn't feel it." Lu Yuewu replied without any confusion, "In my opinion, he was just frozen. I don't know if he could still save him. Evila might be able to do it, and there is the priest..."

"…The priest can't do it," he said, "his...mana is low."

Lu Yuewu did not respond to him immediately. She opened her eyes, closing her eyes and tilted her head to look at him. There seemed to be a different kind of spirit in her eyes, as if she was trying to see through his heart. "You seem to believe that he has some problem?" He did not retreat, and did not avoid her scrutiny. "Is he that monster?"

"I don't know." He glanced at the man's companion, lowered his voice and said softly, "I can't see it. If it were the demons and ghosts in their mouths, Rosie might have noticed something strange, but now... she can only count on the priest."

"So you asked them to place that person in the church?"

"I can't think of any other way. I can only pray that the gods can show a little mercy to us. The Holy can always suppress evil." Leo said jokingly, shrugging with gloating. "Who told them not to welcome me?"

"It's not because of yourself."

"I rarely feel happy about the wrong thing." He heard his comments on what he did. "Unfortunately, yesterday was one of them." He pulled out a bottle of wine from the bucket filled with warm snow water, poured himself a glass, and filled Lu Yuewu. "Yuewu, trust is exchanged for trust. Money is not reliable enough, and lies are more like jokes."

"I understand your worries." Lu Yuewu fucked him. The strong wine rolled into his throat, and a burning heat spread to his limbs and bones, dispelling all the cold in his body. "But Li Ou," Lu Yuewu put down the cup and continued, "Evila told me that you said yesterday that it was just a disgusting rumor made up."

Leo poured himself another glass of wine. He decided to finish drinking the pot and go see the frozen poor worm.

"I thought about it carefully later." There was a little noise around. Several refugees sitting opposite the fire could not fall asleep. They tossed and turned on the bench and muttered. He raised the volume a little. "There are always real elements in the lie. Evila's concerns are not unreasonable... In short, it is always good to prepare for the future."

"This is not like you."

If he had not learned from the past, and had slightly changed his stupid self-righteousness, and still could not listen to any honest and unpleasant words of Liangyu, then he might as well jump off the cliff directly. Because if he continued like that, sooner or later he would be killed by his stinky mouth. However, this could not be said.

"Who made us a group of unlucky guys who have provoked the goddess of doom?" he said with a giggle.

Lu Yuewu curled her lips, "You said you don't believe in the gods."

"No, no." Li Ou shook his head and denied it with a smile. "I now deeply feel that a wise man's famous quote is particularly correct."

"Which sentence?"

Leo closed his eyes and thought carefully. He coughed and tidied his throat. "The wise man once said to his disciples: 'If you are smart, it is better to believe that there is a God.'"

Lu Yuewu asked in confusion: "Why?"

"'Because in this way you can learn to accept unreasonable misfortunes and uncontrollable disasters.'" Li Ou sighed, "Don't you think it's very similar to what we've experienced along the way?" He turned his head and looked at the dozing refugees. Before Lu Yuewu could answer, he continued, "Look at them. For them, what else can they do besides blaming the gods for the terrible misfortune? This is the only little self-deception comfort in the cruel reality."

"Uh...sorry." A voice interrupted their conversation. Li Ou Xunsheng looked at him, a refugee sitting opposite them, looking at him with a nervous look on his face. "Sir, are you talking about us?"

Li Ou and Lu Yuewu both looked embarrassed when talking about others in front of others.

"I didn't hear what you were saying!" The other party explained helplessly and waved his hands vigorously. "I just heard you mention us..."

Didn't you hear anything? Li Ou sighed helplessly. He found that the other party was wearing a bearskin coat that was completely different from others - although it was a little old. He had a short sword stuffed around his waist.

"Are you the leader?" asked the alchemist.

"Eh?" The man was stunned for a few seconds before he realized. "Ah, yes. I am a woodcutter... I happened to go out to chop wood that day... so... the whole village, I survived by luck..."

He did not mention the terrifying scenes, but from his trembling body and painful expression, Leo knew that it was an extremely terrible torture for the living.

"Then where do you all come from?" Li Ou asked, "You are not from the same village?"

"We don't know each other," said the woodcutter, "but we all have the same experience." He sighed and made an apologetic gesture, "Sorry, I don't want to say this anymore...it...I can't say this for a while...I can't speak..."

Leo expressed his understanding. "So, what did you want to say to us just now?"

"Ah?" the woodcutter raised his head in surprise, "Oh, yes. Are you friends of those bachelor's ladies? I want to know if that person is okay? Is he really..." He couldn't continue and just looked at him with his eyes eager for the truth. He was eager to know the answer.

"To be honest, I don't know." Leo replied to him, "You should ask the priest, not a half-baked guy like me." The other party's face was filled with frustration and deep concern. "...After that's it, you don't know that person either? You lead him forward, but you don't know who he is?"

"We all know nothing about him. No one knows him." The woodcutter said with some annoyance, "but I can't do it if I leave someone alone. Two days ago, we found him. He was lying alone in the snow, as if he was dead, but still angry. So we took him with him... Thank goodness, there was no attack from ghosts here."

"You are a good man who has done good deeds," said Leo, "but why are you suspicious of him now?"

"I've always been very suspicious. Just..." The woodcutter sighed with a wry smile, "I heard your conversation just now, and I think there are some things that should be shown for you." He brought his luggage over and unbuttoned the ropes on it.

"What? Why not show it to the village chief and the pastor?"

"I...I'm worried that they will drive us out." The woodcutter stopped his movements, and he said in pain, "This is the only village nearby that is willing to take us in. I don't want...we have to stay, otherwise we will either be frozen to death or starve to death...what is the difference between dying in the hands of demons and monsters? Sir, you...you won't tell them, right?"

"I promise you will not be driven out, I can swear to the gods."

The woodcutter breathed a little relieved, untied the package and pulled out a long sword with exquisite patterns from it. "Here, sir, when I found him, he carried this with me."

The long sword held in his hand was engraved with the emblem of the Holy Light flame. Leo widened his eyes in disbelief.

——It belongs to the Andal Church... Paladin!
Chapter completed!