PS: I bowed to my book friend for the reward of "Shadow Sniper" ~!

In the evening, the dusk gradually fades.

"Haha, little brother, thank you so much today. I finally came here for nothing this time. I visited all over the temple, got what I wish, and finally got what I wish!"

"Mr. Klee, you are so kind. I'm just walking with you and I'm not doing anything."

"Haha, it's enough to walk around, it's an eye-opener..."

Amid laughter, Tang En patted the young knight's shoulders who had been with him for the afternoon, very satisfied.

This expression is not pretending. After the guidance and explanation of this young knight, Tang En is now very familiar with the northern temple. The one thousand gold tickets were not in vain. Perhaps because of his eagerness to repay his kindness, even in some forbidden areas of the temple, the young knight hesitated and told everything he knew about...

After knowing this information, Tang En had locked several locations, all forbidden areas. If there were no accidents, the evidence of the transaction record should be here.

Everything went well, and Tang En was in a good mood. Just as he was about to praise him, he suddenly saw something from the light of Guangzhu, and suddenly shivered and hurriedly pulled the young knight into the back of the wall beside him.

"Uh, Mr. Klee, you have so much strength, what's wrong?" After he couldn't help but come to the wall, the young knight asked with confusion on his face.

"Oh, nothing, hehe..." Tang En chuckled twice, looked up, "Oh, it's getting late, no wonder I always feel a little hungry." He touched his lower abdomen, "Let's do this, little brother, I'll go and make some convenience now. Can you please help me with some food to deliver to the room?"

"Of course it's okay, Mr. Klee. I just don't know what your taste is..."

Tang En waved his hand indifferently: "Whatever, I am not picky about food. Oh, by the way, I don't like eating pasta very much. I only like the kind of steamed rice. There is no way, when people get old, they can't get too good... Can it be?"

The young knight shook his head: "The rice that is so cooked... may take some time, nothing else is wrong."

"Haha, that's good, please trouble you..." After a pause, Tang En suddenly frowned and bent down. He turned around and waved his hand and left quickly, "Uh, no, I'll go first to make it easier."

"Okay..." Just as he was about to wave his hand, he found that Tang En's figure had disappeared around the corner. The young knight shrugged and lowered his arms to touch somewhere in his arms. Feeling the special texture of the gold paper, his face was overjoyed and he murmured in a low voice, "Mr. Klee is such a great charity..."

He hurriedly prepared the very time-consuming and cooked rice, but the young knight did not notice it. Just as he left, the figure of the "Great Good Man" sneaked back. He carefully observed it with a corner of the wall, and flashed, and disappeared from the spot like a phantom...

A few hundred meters away from here, in front of several strange tree houses in the southeast of the northern temple.

"Grandpa Hebrown left?"

"Yes, Lord Knight, just this afternoon, Teacher Hebrown received the order. He should have left the City of Holy Light."

"Oh... I know, thank you." Turning around and leaving, Xia Wei'an couldn't help but feel a little regretful. But she didn't think much about it. After all, the Temple of Light is in trouble now, so it is normal for a master like Hebrown to go out and take charge.

After leaving the tree house, Xia Wei'an suddenly stopped and frowned slightly: "When will you follow?"

"Follow me until you go to bed...uh. Don't think wrongly, I'm very decent." In the dusk, Owens, who looked lazy, walked out and spread his hands and said.

Xia Wei'an naturally knew the reason why Owens followed. Her expression was a little dark, and she took a light breath: "I'm not in a good mood now..."

"so?"

He stroked the spear and said, "I want to relax. If you follow me again, I don't mind taking you to relax first."

"Uh, don't be so cruel." Owens held his forehead, his face speechless, and then spread his hands and said, "I know what you want to do, but now Zachley lives behind the temple, very close to the Bishop's residence, and you don't have a chance."

"Is that true?" said without any objection, and then Xia Wei'an stepped towards the north.

That was the direction to the front of the temple, obviously not to find Zachley's bad luck. Owens couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What are you... going to do?"

"I said, relax." Xia Wei'an didn't look back and raised her spear in her right hand, "Don't follow again, this is the last warning!"

Owens paused when he heard this, thought for a while, stood there without moving, and waited for Xia Wei'an's figure to completely disappear from sight. After waiting for about ten seconds, he quickly caught up with him with his nose.

"Don't you follow me? What a joke... Oh, it's really not easy to be a friend to do my best! I really admire myself, it's so great..."

The murmuring to himself gradually became weaker, and the words behind him were probably praising him.

"I'm narcissistic, but shameless... But these words are very similar to praising me. Well, when I think about it, this guy is quite pleasing to the eyes except for that annoying little face." A black shadow touched his chin in the dark and said, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Owens dared to follow Xia Wei'an, so he naturally had something to rely on.

Xia Wei'an is very strong, but she is not an assassin after all. For some stalkers with bad intentions, she can see through them with her keen sense of danger. But Owens is different. Although he is not a professional assassin, he cannot have any murderous intentions towards Xia Wei'an, so as long as you are careful, you are still sure not to be noticed.

Compared with Owens, the black shadow following the back is relying on real tracking skills! As long as the skills are superb and you don’t risk getting close to the sensory range of Xia Wei'an and Owens, you can still successfully track it even if you have bad intentions.

Xia Wei'an, who was walking in the front, seemed to have just come out to relax and quickly left the temple and entered the city. However, her whereabouts became a little vague, and she walked and stopped until she walked into a dense residential area with complex alleys. She suddenly accelerated and disappeared in an instant.

As mentioned earlier, the buildings and houses in the City of Holy Light are extremely dense. In such a complex environment, it is undoubtedly difficult to track them. At least Owens cannot do it...

Walking out of the hiding place and looking at the dense residential area with sparks in front of him, Owens sighed: "I knew it would be like this... OK, let me guess where you will go, huh, take your luck..."

...

Half an hour later, in front of a small house in the city where the letters and items were conveyed, a man with a gray robe all over his body and couldn't see his figure and face stepped in.

After looking up and down, the owner of the cottage could not tell whether the man in gray robe was a man or a woman, so he had to say, "Good evening, should I send a letter or something?"

"Send a letter!" The man in gray robe took out a thick letter and placed it on the counter. Then he waved his hand and popped out three shiny gold coins, swallowing the words the owner wanted to ask where he sent it.

Three gold coins! There is indeed no need to ask where to send them. As long as it is not the Northern Wilderness, you can basically deliver them anywhere in Bran. Of course, it is only limited to towns.

"The temple will always... OK, no problem." Looking at the words on the outsourcing of the letter, the owner nodded without hesitation, accepted three gold coins and took over the business.

The man in gray nodded, said nothing, and turned around and left the hut.

About five minutes later, the wooden door of the cottage was pushed open again. The owner subconsciously looked up and looked at the handsome young man wearing holy armor in front of him. He was stunned. He came back to his senses and bowed in a hurry: "Sir, good evening, what can I do to help you?"

After all, he lives in the Holy Light City. Even if the shop owner is not a believer, he can detect that this set of armor is not ordinary when he hears and looks at it.

"Of course I need your help, but I will not answer even if I ask you. Professional ethics, I understand..." Tickling his head, Owens recalled something with a distressed expression, "Let me think about how the spell of spiritual magic is pronounced, it is not professional..."

As the name suggests, mind magic is naturally a magic that controls the mind. Although this is just a low-level magic, it is extremely useful. Knights like Owens can also successfully cast magic. Of course, the target can only be civilians, and warriors with firm minds cannot.

After chanting the spell in a vague way, the owner's eyes suddenly became a little empty and confused. Then the first question Owens asked successfully got the answer he wanted to know.

"The man in a gray robe is wrapped tightly? Oh, that must be her. Hum. Where is the thing she sent?"

With the guidance of the shop owner, Owens easily got the thick letter. Looking at the place above, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was helpless: "Don't do this, what if you reveal the dark side of this? Will you always investigate this matter thoroughly? On the contrary, you will become very dangerous, alas..."

Shaking his head and sighed, Owens put away the package and left the cabin.

What, forgot to understand the spiritual magic of the owner?

Please, it is not easy for a knight to remember to cast spells, so you can't ask for too much. Just wait for ten minutes and let the magic eliminate it on its own... However,

Before the time limit for this spiritual magic was over, the man in gray robe pushed open the wooden door of the cottage again, looked at the shop owner with a blank expression, and shook his head: "You are very smart, but unfortunately I am not stupid either."

He reached out and took out a thick letter again, inserted it into the letter waiting to be sent, and turned around and left. When he walked to the wooden door, he thought about it, turned around and recited a vague spell, and then walked out the door quietly just before the owner's eyes returned to the bright light.

"Sir..." After regaining consciousness, the owner screamed unconsciously, then turned to look at the empty hut, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

Then, three minutes later, Tang En touched his nose and appeared at the door of the cottage, muttering: "What a mantis stalks the cicada? I just don't take me, the oriole, seriously..."
Chapter completed!