Chapter 9 Riot

"Are you all right?" The alchemist filled a glass of wine and put the glass in front of the holy warrior.

The latter stretched out his hand tremblingly and said gratefully, "Thank you very much."

Only then did Leo have the opportunity to look at each other more carefully: the holy warrior who woke up still looked sick, as if the stubborn disease had not been eradicated. He was wrapped in a cotton-padded coat and curled up into a ball, unable to see any strong appearance. His face still looked pale as if it were frozen, as if it were a stiff dead body. But after drinking a sip of hot wine, he seemed to feel better.

"Are you feeling better now?" Li Ou asked.

"Much better." The Holy Samurai pulled out a smile with difficulty. Thank you very much."

"You should thank the pastor who is willing to sacrifice himself." Rosie said hard, "It's not us."

The Holy Samurai looked embarrassed and lowered his head as if avoiding. "That...sorry."

"What's the use of your apology?" Rosie sneered sharply, "They don't even believe you, Holy Samurai. The priest doesn't believe you. Do you still think someone will listen to your words? Damn, we are not prisoners!"

It's now the next morning. The sun is just right, and the room is burning with fire, emitting lazy warmth.

However, on the street outside, the militia surrounded the hotel with long sticks. With panic on their faces, the militiamen looked up at them from time to time. Once they touched them, they bowed their backs like timid lobsters and buried their heads deep in their chests.

Some bolder villagers gathered around and shouted in the direction of the hotel: "Get out of here!" They shouted, "Monsters, demons, stay away from us. We don't welcome you!"

"How can this guy stay here? He destroyed the church of the Virgin Mary!"

A woman cowardly interrupted in the cold wind, "He will definitely kill us."

"That's right!" A farmer waved his fist in the crowd. And those outsiders who blasphemed the gods, who attracted demons. They are also with that guy!"

"Yes, you can't let them go!"

"Guys, who wants to come with me?" The woodcutter climbed onto a stone and stood on it shouting, "Let's protect ourselves!"

The gathered villagers shouted all kinds of cruel suggestions and pushed each other towards the hotel. Their faces were full of excitement after being agitated, full of desperate madness.

"Stop, damn it!" The militia roared in panic, and they grabbed the weapons in their hands, but they were at a loss. Don't come here!"

"You should also be with us." The farmer shouted.

"We... also want to." A militiaman replied, "But our order..."

"...What you want to protect is us, not the monsters inside!" The messengers in the village pushed the crowd to the front, "We're going to expel those guys from the village, and we're going to kill them!" You should also join us."

More people joined the protest, and they shouted and hit the militia's defenses.

Leo looked coldly at what happened on the street. He didn't expect these militiamen to become their*. This is really a big joke. Probably even the priest himself didn't expect this, did he?

"Damn it!" Another militiaman shouted angrily, "The pastor and the village head are still inside!" Stop, you bastards! Do you want to expel them too?"

The names of the two elders seemed to have some magic, as if cold snowwater was poured over their heads. But the flame of hatred has not been extinguished. Then let them get out!" The woodcutter shouted, and he bent down to pick up the stone and used his milking strength to hit the alchemist watching by the window. Fortunately, he crooked and hit the wall with a stone. Get out! Monster!"

His move set an example. For a while, the stones were flying like rain, and Leo had to close the window.

Although they are not crazy believers in the desert, they are not much different from them. Fear blinded their reason, Leo thought that death gnawed their brains.

"Mr. Holy Samurai," Leo turned again to the source of the riot - the "resurrenced" Holy Samurai. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Ah?" He opened his eyes puzzledly.

"What did you meet? Why did you faint on the roadside?"

The Holy Samurai showed an expression of thinking, but after a moment, he looked in pain, hugged his head and roared like a beast in his throat. Hey, are you okay?" Leo reached out and tried to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him. But the latter suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious face, and angrily patted his hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Rosie stood up.

The Holy Samurai looked up at her, and the madness in his eyes slowly receded. Hug, sorry." He curled up in his chair and trembled. Sorry, I can't remember. I can't remember anything. He said painfully.

What the hell happened? Leo is puzzled. What on earth will deprive him of his memory? Or is he unwilling to tell them at all and make up his mind to keep it a secret? The alchemist stared at the face of the holy warrior. However, the chagrin and pain on the latter's face are so real that there is no falsehood.

"What about your name?" Luo Xi said disdainfully, "You should remember your name, right?"

However, such a simple question, the holy warrior also thought painfully for a long time. My name is Barrow." He said hesitantly, "Barrow...Barrow Parata."

Somehow, the uneasiness has always spread in the heart of the alchemist. Barrow Parata? Li Ou meditated several times in his heart and firmly remembered the name. I hope there will be this name in the register of the church, he thought bitterly.

The door of the room was opened, and Evela and Lu Yuewu came in. At the same time, the ** outside the window gradually subsided, and the pastor and the village chief drove away the gathered villagers.

"Don't gather around here and do your work!" The village head waved his crutches. Have you cut the firewood? Has the flour been ground?

The villagers looked at each other in con's face. The strong woodcutter summoned up courage and asked, "Village chief... What about them?"

"Let them stay inside."

"But, but they..."

"...nothing." The priest was supported by a young man and coughed and said, "Go back."

"Your Reverend, what about the church? The church collapsed. It must be because of them that the goddess punished. The man dressed as the messenger resisted unrelentingly. He has a big bag on his waist. Don't we do anything? In case they are really those monsters... then we..."

"Don't worry." The priest coughed and said, "The church will be rebuilt soon."

"But, they..."

"...How long do you want us two old bones to stay out? Are you satisfied to see us freeze to death?" The village head knocked on the ground angrily with a crutch. We have made a decision, and I can guarantee that no one will be fine. He said to the guards at the door of the hotel, "Watch out here and don't let them out. No one is allowed to go in or out.

"Village leader." A militiaman hesitated to say, "What about the people in other villages? Will my uncle also stay with those monsters?

"They have to do the same." The village head said, "We treat each other equally."

The authority of the village head here has been reflected, and the noise outside is gradually quiet. Ella, what did you say? Li Ou turned his head and looked at her confusedly, "Why did they suddenly become as if they were thinking about us?"

Evela didn't say anything, let alone look at him. She stared at the Holy Samurai as soon as she entered the door, "Your Excellency." She suddenly opened her mouth. The Holy Samurai turned his head, but Eveila stopped talking, but looked into his eyes carefully. It seems that you can see through the other party's heart and understand his secrets.

But as for Li Ou's observation, it is a pair of ordinary and plain eyes.

"Nothing." Ibra moved her eyes. We just negotiated the terms."

Conditions? What's the condition?

"Let's find the monster."

Rosie snorted contemptuously, "They are really good at calculating."

"Why did they suddenly believe your promise?" Li Ou asked.

Believe? They won't believe it." Evela sat down and poured herself a glass of sour cider. She frowned and took a sip. If we can't find it, then we are wandering monsters in the tundra.

"What qualifications do they have to criticize randomly?" Rosie cursed.

Li Ou snorted, "Why do you want to add a crime?" He sighed, "What if we don't follow their orders?"

Evela showed a sarcastic mockery for the first time. Then we will be regarded as demons now. He was dragged out by the militiamen outside and unloaded eight pieces, or tied to a stake. Let us choose."

"Let them try it."

"Who can take action on these innocent and timid civilians?"

Li Ou took a look at Lu Yuewu, and he found that she was also looking at him, as if she had a good heart. So he changed his words that were about to come to his mouth. It's like last night... They held a dung fork, and I smelled the smell on it..." he said with a smile.

"Liou." Lu Yuewu shouted in shame. I'm not so stupid that I really won't get back."

Li Ou smiled and shrugged his shoulders. What else?" He continued to ask, "Did the pastor mention the church? What happened last night? How did it collapse there?

"How could he know?" Evela said angrily, "He was trembling, and even his words became a problem when he mentioned last night. He said that Andal abandoned him, saying that the stone statue of Andal collapsed first, and also said...Holy Samurai.

"Me?" Barrow Parata seemed surprised that Evela would mention him.

"Don't you know what happened?"

He lowered his head apologetically, "I, I can't remember."

Ivera cast a hidden look at Leo. The priest told us to take good care of His Excellency the Holy Samurai. She said, "I don't know what happened, sir. But please remember it and tell the truth.

"Otherwise, once we are desperate, I don't mind pushing you out as a scapegoat." - Leo guessed the last sentence that Yvela didn't say, a complete threat. He looked at the cold-faced bachelor and thought that this was the aristocratic daughter, not a delicate girl with gold-framed glasses. There is no doubt that he needs her help.