Krima's face changed when he heard this and said seriously: "King, that's not an ordinary troll, it's priest Stan! El Stan has a surname."

Chen Yin looked back at Krima and continued, "Prince Stan is the caravan priest of our Shanbu people. I advise you to respect him, he is the priest of my Lord."

Priests of the Temple of Suffering...

Chen Yin glanced at the troll in the robe, alert in his heart.

Although some troops have domesticated them into elephant-like war pets, in the eyes of most people, they are barbaric and terrifying, covered with fine scales like crocodiles, tough and invulnerable. The only weakness is in the throat and eyes.

Chen Yin felt incredible that a troll who eats raw meat and drinks blood can at most be competent for the priesthood work of a five-year-old child.

Although he felt it was bizarre, Chen Yin did not foolishly ask about Krima's situation, but instead talked about another thing.

"Okay, Krima." Chen Yin turned his head and asked, "I have to tell you something. Proust doesn't want to duel with you."

Krima was stunned for a moment, then she said with anger: "What does this mean? He is playing tricks on me?"

"Krima, this is a duel that was made loudly in advance. He just bluffs and he gives you time to refuse." Chen Yin emphasized: "Proust just wants to regain his dignity. He doesn't want to duel with you. As long as you apologize to him or pay, he will say that the matter will be over."

When Krima heard this, his anger collapsed instantly and said, "It's too late! It's too late! I've found a notary and agreed to the duel! I also promised his sister that if I win the duel, I'll take her away! I can't regret it. The notary is Stan, and I can't regret it, otherwise our Lord will surrender, and I will fall into the hell of my Lord after I die."

Listening to Krima's words, Chen Yin glanced at the troll again. He was far away and turned his back to this side.

"Why did you agree? With your size, how could you agree to this duel?"

"His sister said I could win, and she said Proust should have won, but our Lord blessed me and gave me good luck," said Krima.

"She said you believed it?"

"Why don't you believe?" Krima asked subconsciously, and then explained: "Our Lord, the great Lord of suffering, will bless us as long as we suffer in the world. I have been suffering since I was born. Look at me as thin as I am, my beloved is still a lowly prostitute, and my friend is wronged and betrayed. I am suffering, so why can't I win?"

Believers who believe in the Spirit Temple of Suffering believe that the more suffering, the easier it is to be blessed and have greater abilities.

Chen Yin captured this message in his series of words.

But...he was really blessed?

Chen Yin glanced at Krima up and down, and saw no signs of blessing from his appearance.

Maybe you have to reach the sea of ​​thousands of clouds to see something.

And, strange, the whole thing is strange.

Proust said Krima raped his sister.

But Krima lost his words and denied it, saying that his sister was his lover.

The most critical and strange part of this duel is in Proust's sister.

I looked up at the sky. It was only afternoon now, and it was still far from night. I couldn't climb to the sea of ​​thousands of clouds.

"First go and inquire about the troll priest, then try Proust's sister, and then enter the Kingdom of God tonight to sort out the whole thing."

After making a secret decision, Chen Yin left the hotel billboard and went to the market to inquire about the troll priest.

I found several Shanbu merchants and spent almost half of Yin Reed. Chen Yin confirmed and sorted out the information he had inquired about.

The caravans of the Shanbu people were spontaneously formed and had little binding force. Priest Stan was the caravan priest whom they collected money to invite. Some Shanbu people in the caravan believed in the True Sect or the Giant King Cult, and they also hired monks and the Giant King Cult.

Although Priest Stan is a troll, his intelligence is no different from that of ordinary people. He is not only familiar with rituals, but also good at talking. He regards his identity as a troll as a trial for the Lord of Suffering.

There were also people in Shanbu who said that there was another small town under the Baron's leadership, and there was a Shanbu living area in Kangda Town. Priest Stan had stayed there and seemed to have gone to discuss the matter with another priest.

"From the inquiry, there seems to be no doubt, but... I cannot relax my vigilance. He is the priest of the Temple of Suffering Spirit." Chen Yin said in his heart.

Proust's sister was in a "body washing cart", a station wagon commonly used by Shanbu prostitutes. In order to avoid any injustice, the castle banned the body washing cart from parking at the market in the town square several years ago, so they usually parked on the border of the town Resurrection.

Chen Yin was planning to find a place where the body washing car gathered, but saw the Monroe scholar hurried to the hotel where the troll priest was.

"Monroe Scholar? Where are you going?" Chen Yin asked reflexively and vigilantly.

"It's you, the apprentice." The Monroe scholar said in surprise. He recognized Chen Yin. Then he turned around and lowered his voice: "Apprentice, I ask you, have you seen a troll in a robe? I want to find it."

Chen Yin felt solemn and said, "I have seen it. It is the caravan priest of the Shanbu people and the Monroe scholar. Why do you want to find it?"

Hearing Chen Yin's question, the Monroe scholar did not intend to answer and said seriously: "Thank you, apprentice, but this is my private matter. By the way, I suggest you to stay too close to the priests of the Temple of Suffering Spirit, they are not good things."

Chen Yin frowned. The reason behind Monroe scholar was so anxious must be not simple.

After the Monroe scholar turned around and walked away a few meters, Chen Yin opened his spiritual eyes and chanted: "Nawushu."

"Monroe Scholar, I may be able to help you. I am the Baron's knight." Chen Yin caught up with him.

The Monroe scholar turned around and for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of trust in the young man in front of him, but due to emotions, he didn't want to say too much.

"Apprentice...it is related to the death of my wife. I can only tell you so much. This is my private matter." After the Monroe scholar finished speaking, he walked away without looking back.

Chen Yin looked down at the spiritual eye in the palm of his hand. The previous few times he faced Proust or Krima, these ordinary people with weak spirituality, knew everything after using "fraud", but in the face of a scholar, Gu Yan's effectiveness was obviously not as good as before.

"First find Proust's sister, and then ascend to the Kingdom of God as soon as possible."

After passing through most of the Resurrection Town, Chen Yin saw a crowded gray cart in the undercurrent of the Mi River, all of which were "body washing cars" of Shanbu prostitutes. The exposed Shanbu women were clustered by the river, chatting and waiting for the night to come. That was the time for customers to come.

As soon as Chen Yin approached, the women looked over and an older Shanbu woman came forward.

"Are you looking for Proust's sister?" After asking Qingchenyin's intention, the woman in Shanbu said, "It's not time for her to pick up customers now, and such a big thing has happened..."

"I'm not here to do this. I'm the lord's knight, to investigate the whole thing." Chen Yin said in ancient words.

When she heard that it was a knight, the woman in Shanbu looked nervous, afraid that the baron would drive away these "body washing cars" and make them unable to make a living, and said, "Okay, I'll take you here to find her now."
Chapter completed!