Chapter 611

Recently, the weather has become more and more hot. Many people in Brunei have changed into short shirts, and those clergymen who are high above have already changed into silk vestments.

Naiya was still in her winter clothes and her big Beret on her head.

She hid at the corner of the alley, lifted the bangs on her face wet with sweat, and secretly poked out her head to look at the busy street.

"The tithe tax is a little low this time."

Although he was wearing a long robe, his temperament looked like two rogue youths, weighing the money bag in his hand, and said as if nobody else was there. "In this way, it's not easy for brothers to take cards."

"It is said that outside the city there is a fertile field which is about to harvest suddenly collapsed into a Tiankeng, so the tax collected is so small." The slightly fatter one shook the fat on his face discontentedly and told his companion what he had heard from others.

"I can't help it. Go and scrape some copper from those guys in the slums. It's better than nothing, though it's not rich."

Tall and thin, he smacked his lips and stuffed the not full purse into his clothes.

"It's said that bishop greyne is already investigating the people who impose heavy taxes on the untouchables. I think we should stop a little bit..."

The fatter man hesitated: "after all, the church has stipulated from the beginning that those who are poor to a certain extent do not have to pay taxes."

"Bah, what are you afraid of? Do you have the courage to report me to my uncle lenafendo?" The tall and thin man spat: "if you don't go, I will go alone, but you don't want the money!"

"Who said no more!" The fat man shook the fat meat and hummed like a pig: "I'm just trying to remind you of it!"

The salary of the necessary evil church is not much. Although it is enough for ordinary people's life, it is not enough for those who enter the necessary evil church through relationship and spend their money.

Just as they were about to move towards the slum, a thin and dirty figure suddenly bumped into the tall and thin man and fell to the ground.

"Kid, don't you walk with eyes?"

When he saw that his silk long clothes were stained with a lot of soil, he immediately became furious and kicked the figure several feet fiercely. However, the figure did not dare to resist and fell on the ground without much sound.

"Bad luck."

Spitting at the dirty kid, the tall, thin man and the fat man with a look of schadenfreude went on.

He did not walk a few steps, but as if suddenly thought of something, he touched his arms, his face changed, and suddenly turned to look. However, the figure that had fallen on the ground had already disappeared: "damned mud grass root! He stole my money

Gnashing his teeth, he immediately chased the fat man together.

Although the other side's movements were more flexible, they were small and short legs after all. Although the tall, thin and fat people looked like they were not diligent in five bodies, they were actually in good health as scoundrels, so they soon blocked the little one.

"How dare you steal my things! Look for death

The tall thin one roared, with a ferocious expression on his face, and kicked the little figure.

At this moment, the short man suddenly took out a silver pocket watch with exquisite workmanship from his arms, and pressed the button on the pocket watch with a very rapid action.

So the world stopped.

Except for the little ones In other words, outside Naiya, the whole world, including the tall and thin people who still stay in the air to make a kick, stopped and lost their color. The city of Brunei, originally full of vitality, suddenly became a world dominated by black, white and gray.

Naiya straightened out the beret on her head, which covered nearly half of her head. Then she ran to the tall and thin man. Hanging in the air, he pushed and pulled, and just got in front of the fat man. As long as the flying kick continues, it is estimated that the fat man will be kicked far away.

After finishing all this, the girl just laughed and slipped into the lane beside her.

Dead time. This is the effect of the "clock of biting time" held by her soul.

However, this powerful and incomparable ability also has many defects. The most difficult thing for her to accept is the stagnant time.

At the beginning, the time was stagnant for only a minute or so, which made her feel very convenient. Many things that needed to be risked by her life suddenly became extremely simple.

It must be a gift from the gods.

That's what the girls thought.

However, as the number of uses increases, so does the period of stagnation - which at first seems like a good thing, but it is not.

In a world where everything is still, it is probably the most lonely thing to be alone for a long time.

There is no one to talk to, and food and water will become so hard that even opening a door takes a lot of effort.So the more later, the less she wanted to use it.

Through the familiar alleys, through the porch, trying to push open the old wooden door that used to be too heavy for the wind in the past, but now as heavy as the stone gate, the expression on the girl's face suddenly softened.

In the shabby thatched cottage, a few children as dirty as her and older than her were doing what they could.

Put the money bag in your arms on the table, and the soft money bag suddenly becomes as hard as stone.

She found a haystack and sat down. The girl looked at her adopted orphans with her hands on her cheeks.

"The last time was suspended for a year This time, it will take at least a year and a half... "

Although the stomach will not be hungry, but this sense of boredom how to solve it.

That's why I don't want to use it

The girl sighed, holding her cheek, the expression on her face was gradually replaced by a daze.

The more she used the spirit tool, the more she found herself inseparable from the treasure. In fact, after the discovery of the necessary evil church people seemed to be searching for her, the panic in the girl's heart became more serious.

She's just an ordinary little thief.

In the face of the necessary evil, the only way to protect itself is to "eat the clock".

The more you don't want to use it, the more you have to use it.

Perhaps a year or two years of this sense of loneliness can survive, but continue to do so, what will happen?

One hundred years, two hundred years At that time, can you ensure that your thinking will not be engulfed by a long time and loneliness?

This must be the devil's bait.

Unfortunately, it seems too late to understand this.

In the girl's self pity, a sudden voice scared her half to death.

"Although it's just a casual guess But it's really the "clock of the hour."

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