I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 243 The Orphans’ Resentment in the Orphanage

In Percy's memory, the old city lord was the idol of all the children in the orphanage.

Strong, kind, wise, it seems that no trouble can take the smile away from this old man's face.

There were about fifty or sixty children of the same age as Percy, most of whom were orphans of soldiers in the Orc War.

Percy had no impression of orcs at all, and he even had a vague impression of his parents.

He only remembered that he had more than fifty brothers and sisters, and a father who was the city lord and brought him food and toys.

Percy remembered this hole with a tricky angle particularly clearly.

In the past, his best friend in the orphanage, a human girl who loved to cry and whose eyes turned red when she cried, would often step on his shoulders to go out from here.

When leaving the orphanage, Percy parted ways with his best friend.

One joined the city guards and became the city lord Xiuman's personal guard;

The other stayed in the City Lord's Mansion, saying that he wanted to become the best servant.

Putting aside these old skills, Percy carefully supported Larrel's ankle on his shoulder.

This Pastor Tyr, who is so kind that he is a little foolish, must be in great pain right now.

From the previous conversation between this beautiful lady and Mr. Ivan, Percy could hear that Pastor Tyr had some different ideas about the new city lord.

However, the Faceless Men, who were affiliated with Lord Shuman, ruthlessly attempted to assassinate this kind girl in Nield.

I guess the reason why Larelle was so persistent in wanting to come to the City Lord's Mansion to find out what was going on was probably because the restlessness she felt during her teenage years could not be calmed down just like that...

Percy thought to himself.

"what!"

Larrel on his shoulder exclaimed, making Percy tense.

Then, there was a lightness on his shoulder, and Larrel was suddenly pulled in by something.

"Miss Larrel!"

Percy also shouted nervously, then held his warhammer in his hand and climbed up quickly.

"Miss Larrel!"

Looking inside the hole, the city lord's mansion was pitch black.

Percy called out Larrel's name again in his lowest voice.

Then, a shadow flashed across the hole, which made Percy suddenly nervous.

The figure was very tall and definitely did not look like Miss Larrel.

Percy made a peculiar movement, the rhythm of magic flashed on his body, and the spell effect of [Advanced Swiftness] filled his whole body.

This hybrid species with the blood of the abyss slid out of the hole, holding a warhammer and assuming a fighting stance.

Since he was not carrying a shield, Percy could only raise his left arm forward.

A tall figure stood opposite Percy, his broad hands squeezing Larrel's neck.

"Who are you...let her go!"

Faced with Percy's questioning, the tall figure remained indifferent and continued to tighten his fingers.

Larriel, whose neck was pinched, showed a painful expression. She was a priest who lacked combat experience. Faced with such a scene, she had no idea how to save herself.

Just when Percy and Larriel were at a loss, a cloud of black mist floated over quickly from the depths of the City Lord's Mansion.

Two scarlet lights flashed in the middle of the dark room, looking particularly terrifying in this pitch-black night.

"Percy?"

An intermittent voice appeared in the swirling fog. Although the voice was very vague, Percy still felt it was somewhat familiar.

"and who are you?"

Moving his warhammer to a suitable position for attack, Percy stared at the newly appeared enemy vigilantly.

Black mist floated in the air, and scarlet spots of light looked at Percy in front of him and Larriel in the tall figure's hand.

"Stand back! This is your lord's friend!"

"But……"

The tall shadow made a doubtful sound, and for a moment, Percy felt that this unpleasant voice was more reassuring than the black fog.

"No buts! I don't want to have to say it again!"

Under pressure from the black fog, the tall figure let go of Larian in his hand, faced Percy, slowly backed away, and disappeared into the night.

"who are you?"

Percy held up his hammer.

Larrel, who had just escaped from the threat of death, saw tears in the eyes of the curly-haired young man.

"Percy..."

The black mist floated in front of it and suddenly churned violently, as if trying to suppress some kind of pain.

Then, the black mist turned into the appearance of a thin girl.

"Isa...really...how could it be..."

Curly-haired Percy completely choked up.

……

"Lord Ivan, are you sure they are really here?"

River followed behind Ivan, a little uncomfortable with the current battle formation.

After coming out of Tyr's temple, Alvin decided to go to the city lord's mansion to meet two acquaintances he hadn't seen for a few days - he saw the description of Percy and Larriel in the text of the Eye of Surveillance.

As a time traveler, Alvin did not want to get caught up in the vortex of local forces.

But after all, they were comrades who had fought with him in Neild. Although they suddenly slipped away for some reason a few days ago, Ivan was still unwilling to abandon them.

Especially after he saw Percy and Larrel confronting a tall dark figure on the page.

“Rivo, stay in the middle of the formation.

You are the only non-combatant, do not leave the team."

The halfling warrior Sammy reminded him unhappily.

Sami, who is good at close combat, is responsible for the rear guard; at the same time, he also needs to protect Revo in front.

Xiling and Ivan stood in the middle of the team. This position was very suitable for providing spell support after encountering the enemy.

As for the Paladin Annie, she was naturally at the front of the team.

Although the team didn't feel at ease because of his appearance of wearing slave clothes and holding a small rapier.

"Revo, if the big book called 'Eye of Supervision' in the Temple of Tyr is not wrong,

So half an hour - half a natural hour ago, Percy and the others were behind this wall."

Pointing to a high wall full of cracks, Ivan spoke to River.

"There are so many guests today..."

A sinister whisper sounded from above my head.

The team members raised their heads vigilantly and drew their weapons, pointing them at the top of the wall.

A tall figure wearing a pitch-black cloak appeared in everyone's sight.

"Oh! It appeared!

These are the tall, black-robed alien races from the south that the Eye of Supervision mentioned!"

"Ai, Aiwen! You can actually understand the divine text!"

Ruiwo, who was kneeling on the ground and frightened by the sinister murmur of the dark shadow above his head, only reacted now.