Stanley stroked the flying knife that Manda gave him, looked at the exquisite patterns of the knife, and smelled the cold and fishy smell of iron.

"This knife has killed many people, and it's a bit dull. How many years can it be used?"

Manda said: "It will last five years."

"Five years..." Stanley suddenly raised his hand and threw the flying knife out. The tip of the knife pierced into the wall and stabbed a mouse in the tail.

The mouse twisted his body and screamed and struggled. The "witch" came over, punched Stanley, pulled down the flying knife, and carefully picked up the mouse.

She touched the mouse's cheek, applied some medicine to the mouse's tail, and fed it to the mouse. Throughout the process, the mouse kept acting coquettishly in her palm, just like a "witch" child.

Manda stared at the "witch" for a while, but there was no thick "smoky makeup" on her face, and the plain-faced "witch" was still charming.

"Her name is Lulian, a second-order believer in Kalk, my best friend, is it beautiful, right?"

"Ah, hello, Lulian." Manda quickly withdrew his gaze. He still asked Stanley for him, so he could not arouse the other party's disgust at this time.

Stanley was still playing with the flying knife: "Although it can only be used for five years, the value of this flying knife will not be less than 100 gold coins, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it."

It seems that Stanley has not mastered the method of sacrifice, or his natal god cannot provide him with too good divine objects, so most of his ways to obtain divine objects come from the black market.

The dagger worth 75 gold coins will definitely exceed 100 gold coins after the black market premium, which is undoubtedly a super gift to Stanley.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Stanley didn't want to go around in circles.

"First of all, I wanted to buy some herbs, and one of my friends suffered an injury."

Stanley smiled: "Herbs are easy to talk about, but we'd better be honest. I don't have much time and I'll have to rush to the Viscount's dinner."

Manda pursed her lips: "There is one more thing, I think you know, my tavern was closed by Campola. Just yesterday, a friend of mine, a five-year-old boy, was beaten seriously injured by him. I don't want to live in fear every day, so I want to find a chance to have a good chat with this God-Punishment Warrior."

"Do you talk with your mouth or with your fists?" Stanley rubbed the tip of the flying knife, "If I talk with your mouth, I won't go. In my impression, Campola is not a reasoning person, and my mouth has to be left to my good friends."

While speaking, Stanley hugged Lulian's waist.

The Fat Knight's attitude was exactly what Manda wanted: "Then let's talk to him with his fists."

Stanley smiled and put the flying knife into his belt, indicating that they had reached a deal.

"I'm afraid it won't work today. On the first day of the New Year, all the divine punishments will worship in the church. At this time tomorrow, you will wait for me in the silver pine forest north of the town."

Manda said in surprise: "Can you find Campola there? Why did he go to Silver Pinewood?"

"The second day of the New Year is the day when the God-Punisher confiscates the God-Punishment offerings. Campola's territory is in the north of the city, and outside the silver pine forest is his only way back to the city. If nothing unexpected happens, he will pass through that road at dusk. We can teach him a lesson at that time."

Lulian brought two glasses of cider, and Manda picked up the glass and drank it all: "Thank you, Lord Knight."

"Don't say thank you, just a fair deal," Stanley also drank a glass of wine. "I've wanted to teach this lunatic a lesson."

I bought enough herbs from Lulian. Manda hurried back to the tavern. When he was about to reach the temple, the pendant suddenly became hot. Manda hid behind a pile of ruins and looked carefully at the surroundings.

It was Campola, and he came again, even on the first day of the New Year, he didn't want to give the tavern a moment of peace.

Manda shrank in the cracks of the ruins, listening to Campola's footsteps creaking on the snow. The dangerous pendant did not become hotter, which gave Manda the confidence to continue lurking. Several times Campola's shadow had fallen in front of him. Manda held his breath and remained motionless.

At night, Manda was almost frozen, and Campola finally wanted to leave. He slashed axe at the ruins. The gravel fell like rain, making Manda's head bloody. Manda bit her finger without making any sound.

It was not until Campola walked away that Manda came out of the ruins and staggered back to the tavern.

Seeing Manda with blood on her face, Worm said in surprise: "Did you fight with that lunatic?"

Manda did not answer, handed over the herbs to Worm and asked, "Have you read the ancient books in Tilly?"

"I've read it, I'm working on a copy."

Manda wiped the blood from her face and said, "What kind of copywriting do? Just eat it directly."

"Those books are too precious, and you can only eat manuscripts if you want to eat them."

"That's my book, I'll let you eat it!"

"Do you want me to learn Tilly, or do you want to learn Tilly by yourself? If you want to learn, you have to leave those books."

Worm can use worm silk to transfer his knowledge to Manda, but Manda must keep reading, which is the prerequisite for Worm to use his skills.

Manda didn't want to argue, he was very tired, cold, and painful.

Back in the room, he lit the fireplace and shivered beside the fire with a blanket wrapped around it.

Worm handed over a bowl of broth and a glass of wine: "A good meal, today is New Year."

Manda didn't eat much all day. He drank the broth, swallowed the bacon, poured the wine into his stomach in one breath, wiped his mouth and said, "I'll go out tomorrow, you can take good care of your house."

Worm sighed: "The first month of the New Year should not be seen. When January passes, we will go and find that bastard to fight to the death."

"I don't know when he will appear at the door, nor when he will break into the door. If you can't see blood, the weak will decide. As long as he is alive, our New Year will not come."

Worm couldn't understand Manda's words, and Manda didn't want to speak anymore. He quickly fell asleep by the fireplace.

Worm continued to do the manuscript under the light, Og made medicine in the fire pit, Toka fell asleep in his mother's arms, and the first day of the New Year passed like this.

The next day, Manda woke up early, hid Hermes's jumping buttons and Momes's provocative mask in her clothes, and walked out of the tavern before dawn.

He walked out of the town with the dangerous pendant, and came to the Silver Pine Forest. In the middle of the pine forest, he saw Stanley and five soldiers.

Unexpectedly, he came earlier than Manda and brought helpers.

"Campola is a non-commissioned officer of the Divine Punishment Army. When he goes to the village to collect Divine Punishment worship, he will bring at least two first-level Divine Punishment warriors. He must make some preparations in advance, otherwise this battle will not be so easy to fight."

Stanley was holding some black powder and making various marks under the pine trees. Manda couldn't understand the purpose of these marks, and the soldiers around her just stood by silently, no one came to help.

He was busy until noon. Stanley wiped his sweat and directly applied the sweat to a soldier's face.

The soldier was wearing a heavy helmet, and Manda couldn't see his face clearly, but he could imagine his disgust. He didn't understand why Stanley did this.
Chapter completed!