Chapter 377 Someone shovels
The man called Quintus looks like a brave and fierce guy. His image makes Liszt easily think of gangsters, hooligans and the like, but he can't do anything about it. Relate it to church personnel.
Quintus made no secret of his malice towards the "provocateur". His strong body almost covered Liszt. Under the instigation of his companions, and under the illumination of candlelight in the lobby, he writhed. The terrifying figure approached Liszt step by step.
The abuser let out a ferocious laugh, "Come on, little ant, let Uncle Quintus teach you a lesson."
Liszt stood there at a loss. land. escape? At such a close distance, it seemed impossible to escape.
Just when Quintus reached out and grabbed his clothes, a loud shout came from the entrance of the lobby: "The guards are here, no one can move rashly!"
The sound attracted everyone in the hall. People's attention, they invariably cast their eyes towards the door.
Quintus, who was holding Liszt, also stopped and looked at the intruder, his face still looking arrogant.
A group of men wearing swords and armor rushed into the store with a splash, looking well-trained.
Half of the hotel owner's head was exposed behind the door frame of the hall door. He took a timid glance at the situation in the lobby. He might have been the one who brought the guards here.
"I received a report that someone is here to cause trouble?"
The person who said this was one of the guards. His armor was more refined and elegant than the others, and it also had beautiful attachments on it. The pattern seems to be the leading one.
"It turns out to be a brother from the Guard!"
One of Quintus's accomplices stood up and blocked the man's path.
He put away the look of watching the fun just now, and said with a smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstanding?" the captain of the guard asked, taking off his helmet, and it turned out to be a handsome young man.
His eyes stayed for a while on the overturned table and the broken pieces of cups and plates on the floor.
“I don’t think this is a misunderstanding!”
“I say!” Quintus, still holding onto Liszt’s clothes, spoke up.
"Guard members, you are performing your duties, and we are also performing our duties. It is best for both of us not to interfere with each other..."
The accomplice who was standing in front of the guard winked at him repeatedly, which silenced him, although he still looked like he could do anything to me.
The guard captain said dissatisfiedly: "What duties are you performing? It seems to me that you are clearly making trouble!"
Liszt, who was controlled like a little sheep, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. In desperation, he even became proficient in Kaowan dialect: "This gentleman is going to uphold justice for us! These bastards are bullying people."
"Have you seen that poor woman? She really can't drink anymore, and these scumbags insist on forcing her to drink. If she doesn't drink, they will torture her. "Is this something that people do in broad daylight? Should they be thrown away?" To the prison.”
There was a crash to the ground, and a fist as big as a casserole hit his stomach. Liszt was speechless in pain, and made a sound of retching from his mouth.
The man standing in front of the guard put his arm on the captain's shoulder and said with a familiar look: "Captain, we are all making a living in Nisborg, and we still sell each other. It’s better to save face.”
The young guard captain grabbed the arm on his shoulder and pulled it aside, causing Quintus’ companion to almost fall.
So disrespectful? His brows furrowed.
"Mr. Captain, may I ask what your name is?" Quintus' companion asked maliciously, with a snake-like look on his face.
"Quiller! Queller Foster!"
His! There was a sound of surprise and smacking of tongues in the lobby.
It turned out to be a member of the Foster family, and some people who knew it exclaimed in a low voice: "It is the second young master of the Marquis Foster family."
Not to mention the Foster family. As for the overall situation, just talking about the head of the family, Lord Foster, he is the most powerful figure in the Council. Damn it, I encountered a hard problem!
This is the thought that instantly occurred in the minds of everyone in the church purification team. He was a young man from a big family who parachuted into the guard team to be gilded...
The person who got close to Queller just now had a look of embarrassment on his face. No wonder he looked at this young man. After living in Nisburg for so many years, he has seen both black and white people, but they are all People of the same class as him unexpectedly met a real powerful person today. Damn it, is Nisberg so small?
"Haha..."
Quintus's accomplice tried his best to put on a flattering smile, but he couldn't control the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Master Foster, it is our fault today. We drank a little too much. I apologize to you on behalf of the brothers, and I will lead them to disappear in front of you."
He waved back: "Brothers, let's go!"
The members of the church purification team took steps to avoid Queller Foster's cold gaze and were about to walk out. Liszt was also thrown aside by Quintus. He stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping for air, and there were still bursts of pain from the punch in his abdomen.
Just when everyone thought that the matter was over, Queller Foster waved: "Wait! Do I let you go?"
Purification Everyone in the team froze and stopped.
It was still the man who had gotten close to Queller before. He turned around and asked, "Does Master Foster have any other instructions?"
Queller Foster said with a serious face: "Since I am in the position of captain of the guard, I must not be careless in dealing with security incidents. You..."
He pointed at Quintus and others.
"And you..."
Pointed to Liszt and the waitress again.
Come with me and find out the whole story.
The faces of the people in the purification team instantly turned ugly.
Quintus pushed aside his accomplices and said as if he was risking his life: "Master Foster, I know you look down on us little shrimps, but please think about it - if you catch us , How will Bishop Elvis react? Although we are in a humble position, we are also the servants of the Lord of Light in the world."
Quiller Foster frowned: "Why, could it be that the Lord of Light is here? The Lord’s servants don’t have to abide by the laws of the world?”
“The Marquis and Mr. Elvis have always been on good terms. I hope you will not hurt the feelings of the two families.”
"I think my father will support me in doing this."
Quintus rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed his finger at the barmaid huddled in the corner.
"Master Foster, do you remember what I told you at the beginning?"
"What?"
"We are fulfilling our duties !”
“Again?”
"It's true! That woman is suspected of practicing witchcraft. I was testing her just now! If it is confirmed that she is a witch, we will put her to death!"
As soon as Quintus said this, The whole hall was shocked, and suddenly became silent.
“No!”
The waitress stood up from the corner with a look of horror on her face, rushed to Queller and knelt down with a plop in front of him.
"I am not a witch~I am not a witch! Master Foster, save me, please save me."
Looking at the girl with tears streaming down her face and a look of despair on her face, Queller Foster frowned.
(End of this chapter)