Chapter 373： Someone shoveled

The man called Quintus looked like a brave and ruthless guy at first glance. The image made Liszt easily think of gangsters, hooligans and the like, but he couldn't connect him with church personnel.

Quintus made no secret of his malice towards the "provocateur". His strong body almost covered Liszt. Under the instigation of his companions around him, under the illumination of the candlelight in the lobby, his terrifying figure writhed step by step towards the "provocateur". Liszt approached.

The perpetrator let out a ferocious laugh, "Come on, little ant, let Uncle Quintus teach you a lesson."

Liszt stood there in a daze. escape? At such a close distance, it seems impossible to escape.

Just when Quintus reached out and grabbed his clothes fiercely, a loud shout came from the entrance of the lobby: "The guards are here, everyone must not move rashly!"

The sound attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, and they turned their eyes to the door in unison.

Quintus, who was grabbing Liszt, also stopped and looked at the intruder, his face still full of arrogance.

A group of people wearing long swords and armor rushed into the shop, looking well-trained.

Half of the hotel owner's head was exposed behind the door frame of the hall door, and he glanced timidly at the situation in the lobby. He might be the one who called the guards.

"I got a report that someone is here to make trouble?"

The person who said this was one of the guards. The armor on his body was more refined than the others, and there were beautiful patterns attached to it, which seemed to be the leader.

"It turned out to be the brother of the guard!"

One of Quintus' accomplices stood up and blocked the man's path.

He put away the look of watching the excitement just now, and said with a laugh: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" The captain of the guard questioned, while taking off his helmet, it turned out to be a handsome young man.

His eyes lingered for a moment on the overturned table and the scattered cups and plates.

"I don't think this is a misunderstanding!"

"I say!" Quintus, who was still holding on to Liszt's clothes, uttered.

"Everyone in the guard, you are performing your duties, and we are also performing ours. It is better for the two of us not to interfere with each other..."

The accomplice standing in front of the guard gave him winks again and again, which made him stop, although he still looked like you can do anything to me.

The captain of the guard said dissatisfiedly: "What duties are you performing? I can see clearly that you are causing trouble!"

Liszt, who was controlled like a little sheep, seemed to have grasped at straws, and in a hurry, he even became proficient in Jiaowan: "This lord wants to uphold justice for us! These **** are bullying people."

"Have you seen that poor woman? She really can't drink anymore. These scumbags insist on forcing her to drink, and torture her hard if she doesn't drink."

"In broad daylight, is this something people did? They should be thrown into prison."

With a bang, a casserole-sized fist hit his stomach, and Liszt couldn't speak under the pain, and there was a retching sound from his mouth.

The person standing in front of the guard put his arm on the captain's shoulder, and said with a familiar look: "Captain, everyone is living in Niceburg, so it's better to show off each other's face."

The young captain of the guard grabbed the arm draped over his shoulder and pulled it aside, causing Quintus' companion to nearly fall.

So disrespectful? His brow furrowed.

"Mr. Captain, may I ask what your name is?" Quintus' companion asked maliciously, with a snake-like expression on his face.

"Quiller! Quiller Foster!"

hiss! There was a sound of surprise and tongue-clicking in the lobby.

It turned out to be a member of the Foster family, and someone who knew it exclaimed in a low voice: "It's the second young master of the Marquis Foster family."

Don't talk about the Foster family as a whole, but just talk about the head of the family, the Marquis Foster, who is the most powerful figure in the council.

Wipe, I hit a stubble!

This is the thought that popped up in the hearts of everyone in the church purification team. It is the young master of the big family who was parachuted to the guard team to be gilded...

There was embarrassment on the face of the person who got close to Quiller just now, no wonder he saw this young man face to face. After so many years in Nessberg, he has seen both black and white people, but they are all people of the same class as him , unexpectedly met a real dignitary today out of the blue, is Nessburg so small?

"Ha ha…"

Quintus' accomplice tried his best to put on a flattering smile, but he couldn't control the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Master Foster, today is our fault. I drank a little too much alcohol. I apologize to you on behalf of the brothers. This will lead them to disappear in front of you."

He waved back: "Brothers, let's go!"

The members of the church purification team moved forward, avoiding Quiller Foster's cold gaze, and were about to go outside. Liszt was also thrown aside by Quintus. He staggered and fell to the ground, panting heavily, and still felt pain in his abdomen after being punched.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over like this, they saw Quiller Foster waving: "Wait! Do I let you go?"

Everyone in the purification team froze and stopped.

It was still the man who had been close to Quiller before, turned around and asked, "Does Master Foster have any orders?"

Quiller Foster said with a serious face: "Since I am the captain of the guard, I must not be sloppy when dealing with security incidents, you..."

He pointed to Quintus and the others.

"And you..."

He pointed to Liszt and the hostess again.

Come with me and find out the whole story.

The expressions of the members of the purification team turned ugly in an instant Quintus pushed his accomplice away, and said as if he was going all out: "Master Foster, I know you don't like us little shrimps, but you don't have to." Please think about it—if we are arrested, what will His Excellency Bishop Elvis do? Although our status is humble, we are also servants of the Lord of Light in the world."

Quiller Foster frowned: "Why, don't servants of the Lord of Light need to abide by the laws of the world?"

"Master Marquis and Mr. Elvis have always been on good terms, I hope you will not hurt the feelings of the two families with your temper."

"I think my father will also support me in doing this."

Quintus rolled his eyes, and he suddenly pointed his finger at the hostess curled up in the corner.

"Master Foster, do you remember what I told you at the beginning?"

"what?"

"We are doing our job!"

"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 bring her to justice!"

As soon as Quintus said this, everyone in the room was shocked, and suddenly became silent.

"Do not!"

The hostess stood up from the corner with a face full of horror, rushed to Queller and knelt down with a plop.

"I'm not a witch~ I'm not a witch! Master Foster, help me, please help me."

Seeing this tearful girl with a look of despair on her face, Quiller Foster frowned.