One week has passed since the cavalry ambush, and the life of the residents of Muxi Town has slowly returned to peace.

　　 Unlike those in the surrounding villages and towns who fall asleep early at 8 o'clock, the people in Muxi Town have an increasing demand for night entertainment. For example, a small tavern that originally operated until nine o'clock will be required to extend its closing time to eleven o'clock; those vulgar dramas on the square will be required to increase the number of performances from the original three to five; Small vendors in the surrounding areas come to the town to set up stalls, and they will always have to increase the inventory in their packages by another 30%. Although these recreational activities are still very simple and elementary, they are already an inseparable part of the daily life of the residents of small towns.

　　 In the newly planned commercial area of ​​the town, a new tavern was built, named "Come back tomorrow".

　　 No one knows who the owner of this shop is, nor how the pub is opened. People only know that compared to other peers, the ale in this pub is not mixed with water, is more refreshing, and the price is fair and reasonable; the tables and chairs are also well maintained, the floor is always clean, and the entire store does not What a strange smell; because it obeys the church's taboos, although gambling is not allowed in the store, it always turns a blind eye to the kind of small gambling game with a few coppers.

　　 So, at night, this pub is very busy and hard to find. I worked hard for a daytime resident, met three or five friends in the evening, brought playing cards, grabbed a table, bought a half barrel of ale, ordered a few side dishes, chatted and played cards, happy time was also very fast. Just passed.

　　 Tonight, a new snack on the menu-fried twist is served in the pub. The chefs in the back kitchen beat the whole wheat flour into a batter, then knead it into round slices and fry it. According to the taste of the guests, some food is packed inside. For example, a piece of fruit, a few small shrimps, or a piece of fish. If they meet customers who are relatively well-off, they don't mind coating them with honey or sprinkling some fine salt.

　　 Ten slices per plate, three bronze stars, additional materials are extra.

　　 For this new dish, after a few regular customers tried it, almost all the customers in the tavern fell in love with this snack. While people were full of praise, they also opened the chatterbox one after another and started chatting over snacks.

　　 A young man in a hedging-style fine linen drank a sip of ale, threw out the cards in his hand, took a piece of fried twist, looked at it carefully, and said to his companion at the table: "I have eaten this stuff."

　　 The tablemate glanced at him with a look of suspicion.

The young man looked at his companion's eyes, anxious, and desperately swallowed the snack from his mouth, poured a sip of ale, patted his chest, and said loudly, "Do you know the "sister hotel" in town? There is this one there. A snack! It’s just made more refined, with nuts and candied fruit on it!"

　　 The skeptical expression of the companion became more obvious, and even a bit of mockery in his tone: "Lynn, do you know how expensive it is? Any one dish is enough for the family's weekly expenses."

The young man called Lynn gave him a look of contempt: "Just two weeks ago, the vice-chairman of the guild took me there and arranged board and lodging for a distinguished guest. I was fortunate enough to have one. Meal, the best meal I've eaten in my life, cheese fish soup, ham stewed cabbage, assorted derol..."

　　 "It sounds no different."

Lynn drank another ale, shook his head and said, "No, it's completely different from the dishes we usually eat. I don't know how to describe the taste, it is the best in the world! I almost swallowed my tongue! By the way, there are such snacks inside."

　　 his companion expressed his doubts again: "Is it so delicious?"

　　 Lynn nodded heavily.

　　 "Hey, look over there." Another companion on the table deliberately lowered his voice, attracting the attention of others.

　　 Lynn followed the voice and saw that six sergeants dressed in exactly the same casual clothes were sitting on the innermost table. Their upright postures and quiet meals seemed a bit out of place compared with other guests in the tavern.

　　 Lynn turned back, lowered his body a bit, and asked in a low voice, "You said, are those people...?"

　　 The companion put the card on the table, leaned over and said, "I heard that these people are soldiers of the kingdom. They just joined the church a few days ago and are now the guards of Lord Son. I also heard..."

　　 He lowered his voice a few points: "These people have defeated several times the number of enemy troops, obtained a large number of seizures, and dedicated them to the church."

　　 Lynn heard a word and asked involuntarily: "The enemy?"

　　 "I heard that it is the army of the kingdom."

　　 "The army of the kingdom? Why fight against them?"

The voice of the companion was barely audible: "There is a rumor that there are a group of nobles in the kingdom who are jealous of the miracle in Muxi Town and want to take advantage of the wealth here. These soldiers have been inspired by the power of Heavenly Father and have taken refuge in the church. And fought against the nobles who invaded."

　　 Lynn's eyes widened: "The land in Muxi Town should be the property of the church. These nobles dare to hit the church with their ideas. Are they crazy?"

The companion glanced at him and patted his shoulder: "You have just moved here from the east. I am afraid that some inside stories are still unclear. The relationship between the kingdom and the church is not a day or two. What's more, Lord Son, from the beginning The nearby nobles accepted a lot of fleeing serfs, which made the relationship between Musi Town and the nobles of the kingdom even worse."

"Let me say, let these nobles go to hell!" Another person on the table put the wooden wine glass heavily on the table, angrily: "I did some small business in Silver Ring City, these nobles every day We are thinking of ways to increase taxes, just to dig out the last copper in the pockets of those of us!"

　　 Seeing that someone was emotionally excited, the companion quickly changed the subject: "Lynn, you're still playing around with your set...what is it called...the pendulum?"

Hearing someone mentioning this, Lynn's eyes lit up: "Yes, I found a like-minded monk a few days ago and made many discoveries! Have you ever seen the chandelier blown up by the wind in the church? The swing back and forth is very rhythmic. Although the amplitude of the swing is different, the time required for the back and forth, I have calculated with my own pulse, but they are all the same..."

　　 Listening to Lynn's endless speech, his companion suddenly regretted trying to slap himself.

　　 Fortunately, the chat topic on the table next door diverted everyone's attention in time.

　　 "Have you ever heard of "Lone Wolf"?!"

At the next table, a man who looked like a trader, with one foot on a chair and two hands waving in the air, told others about what they had learned: "Last week, my friend and I followed the convoy to the mine in the north. Restocking. On the way back, we encountered a robber ambush! The guards in the convoy were attacked by more than a dozen robbers, and most of them were killed and injured in just a few minutes."

　　The merchant picked up the wooden cup on the table and took a sip of wine.

　　 Others urged: "What happened later? What happened later? Come on!"

"Just when I thought I was dead this time, an arrow shot from the woods and pierced the back of a robber's head. A shadow jumped down from the tree, and the "lone wolf" appeared! His head Like a wolf, the teeth are sharp and sharp, and there are such long claws..."

　　 Hearing this, an audience member asked: "Paws? Then how does he shoot arrows?"

The merchant glanced at the speaker: "Who said that you can't shoot arrows with your claws? If you don't believe it, go home and try it slowly! I continue to say that the dozen robbers were under his claws, and there was no support at all. There is blood and limbs everywhere! The most amazing thing is that the wounds left by the robbers on his body can heal instantly!"

As if recalling the shocking scene, the trader swallowed: "Whether the blade pierced the body, the axe slashed in the chest, or even the dagger cuts the throat, all the wounds on the body of "Lone Wolf" healed instantly... "

　　 "Then he is a different species, "devil's posthumous child"! It is synonymous with evil!"

　　 An abrupt voice interrupted the former's narration.

　　 The merchant's displeased follow the sound.

　　 Several small town residents sitting together raised the cross on their chests with their hands, repeating words like "Aliens are the incarnations of evil" aloud.

　　 The merchant beat the table angrily, and roared tit-for-tat: "I don't know if the alien species are evil! I don't know if they are demons! But the "lone wolf" saved my life from the robbers!"

What surprised his companions was that Lynn suddenly stood up at this time and supported the business’s statement. He said: "I think that alien species are alien species. They have strange abilities, but they are essentially no different from ours, just like Some of us can run faster than others and jump higher than others!"

　　 The residents of several small towns loudly condemned their beliefs and insisted that this non-discriminatory statement blasphemed the Holy Spirit.

　　 Soon, the people in the tavern split into two factions. One group believes that as long as they are different species, they are all evil, and they must be malicious when they approach us. Another group believes that alien species are no different from ordinary people, and that there are good people and bad people among them. "

　　 In the tavern, there was a quarrel over this matter.

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　　 Late that night, after greeting Huggins who was guarding the door, Rachel came to Todd's experimental building.

　　 Looking at the concealed door, the woman asked and knocked on the door carefully. She heard a "please come in" from inside, and then she opened the door and walked into this room full of equipment and bottles.

　　 What makes her a little strange is that Todd is not outside.

　　 Seeing a little light from under the door leading to the back room, Rachel came to the back door and knocked on the door again.

　　 "Rachell, come in, but be careful, there is a little mess here. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Hearing Todd's words, the woman slowly opened the door and walked into the back room of the experimental building for the first time.

　　 The huge square glass culture tank is connected to a variety of pipes, a metal sealed tank that keeps making strange noises, and a wooden container that resembles a bath tub.

　　 Todd is standing in front of a rolling iron cage, observing the things in the iron cage by the candle in the room.

Rachel leaned forward to look, a group of mice running around, but carrying a strange thing on their backs—a bit like a breastplate made of steel, and several limbs glowing with black iron, from the chest. The armour was stretched out and attached to the mouse's limbs.

　　 Forcefully suppressed the doubt in his heart, Rachel first said what he wanted to report.

　　 "About Randall, there are some remarks about him in town today."

　　 Todd stood up straight, and said, "What do people think?"

　　 The woman turned her head to the side and replied: "It's a mixed blessing... Someone has recognized the existence of a righteous alien because of him; but there are also many people who insist that aliens are evil."

　　 "Is there a list of supporters?"

Rachel took out a piece of paper and said: "For people who have a good opinion of the alien species, they have written down their names, occupations, and birth equality. I have selected a few more suitable people who can carry out the first step of our plan. Two steps."

　　 Todd took the paper, looked at it for a while, nodded and said, "Start the second step of the plan. Remember, regarding the aliens responsible for contact with these people, you try to choose some smart and friendly people..."

　　Rachel smiled and said yes.

　　 Five days later, a 16-year-old woman came to Lynn’s door. She claimed to be a refugee from the south, hoping to find a job in his shop to support her brother at home.