The Crow Claw Temple also doesn't seem to be trustworthy. Although it may not necessarily have anything to do with the dark believers, there may not be any other conspiracy. At least he will not easily get involved in related matters before he understands the situation.

There is no doubt that Fang Zhu is foresighted.

When most people are exhausted and need a good rest, there is always a kind of person who seems to have endless energy. The Paparals are undoubtedly the best among them. They even have this one among their racial talents - they are not easy to get tired, which is very different from the talent of humans with stronger learning ability.

This is a true racial talent, not the kind that someone claims, but it also has a negative effect, that is, the appetite is strong, and even Miss May is not immune to the vulgarity. The Paparals in Sanshak have to eat five meals a day, which is not a rumor.

In short, after eating and drinking, the Paparals ran out in vain and brought a robot without any emotion - somehow, a magician boy who was obviously a human, but seemed to never know how tired he was.

The two said they wanted to go out to "inquire about information" - but in fact they were just shopping and not doing good things by the way.

St. Orinus Square—

Parker was bent over and picked up a stone and threw it away, muttering and complaining: "I think he is a bit prejudiced to the Paparals. As we all know, the Paparals are examples of being obedient. In Sanshak, every Paparals are polite and kind, close to their neighbors, and will never easily cause trouble. This is a naked slander and stereotype. Even if I occasionally steal some food and help you keep some small objects, this is not my intention. It is just an instinct. You know-I am a believer of the God of Rebels, do you understand?"

He covered himself tightly with his pointed wizard hat and raised collar, and only one eye was exposed outside. The young magician who withdrew his gaze from the pizza on the shoulder of the square statue and nodded slowly.

"I knew you would understand."

Parker said with some pleasure.

He patted the snowflakes on his hands and said, "You wait for me here, I'll do something, and I'll be back soon."

The box looked at the sneaky guy, thought for a while, and nodded.

"Ha," Parker shouted, "I knew you were my best partner!"

"But the leader told us not to cause trouble."

"Don't worry, I never make trouble," the Paparals slapped their chests to a huge price. "I'm just going to do what a Paparals should do... By the way, do you still have money?"

The box nodded, took out a few silver coins from the left pocket, and then took out a few silver coins from the bag on the right, and handed over to the past. Most of the property of the Qihai Brigade is public, but everyone can still receive a "salary" every month.

"Good brother," Parker was overjoyed, "I'll treat you to a snack later."

He stuffed the money into his pocket with his short hand, patted his belly, and walked towards the bread workshop not far away with a very proud look.

The box has long been commonplace with such situations and does not think anything is wrong. His equipment was either sent or made by Fang Zhu, and he doesn't usually have enough money.

He could only turn his eyes aside with a little boredom.

There are two squares in Gray Owl Town, another square they have been to before, which is the center of the town. This square is more like an unexpected discovery after they accidentally passed through a gloomy alley.

Compared to the bustling areas in this town, it is more like a scene that comes out of an old photo. On one side are narrow alleys and dark stone walls, and on the other side are towering and dilapidated temples on the gray square, and cold stone statues with a cold and dark style.

This may be related to the long history of the town of Gray Owl. The low stone walls surrounding the town were built centuries ago, and they passed through a river that passed through the city - shaping the full picture of this historically excellent town.

Although it is just a small place, it is actually established earlier than Gula Port. Several ancient streets run through the city and alleys are scattered. It seems to be withered in winter, but in fact, there are still tens of thousands of people living in this area today.

The box looked at the road sign hanging at the entrance of the square, with the name of the square written in local words. He just felt that the name was familiar, but he didn't know that Orinus was a god and saint from Milera who died in the battle of Esolin.

While he was stunned, a bread workshop suddenly opened the door not far away, and a short figure walked out from inside.

The short and thin figure met him and suddenly stood there.

The box was slightly stunned and looked at the little girl holding a basket of black bread and staring at him in surprise.
Chapter completed!