The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 30

Seeing that Chabron was still reluctant to reveal his new name, the original decrees were erased from the iron books one after another, and the ink marks disappeared into the void.

Then, new ink appeared simultaneously on each iron book:

[The breath of a stranger will irreversibly pollute the air and is a criminal act. ]
The Iron Book did not plan to use words to deal with the young priest, but chose to kill him and another stranger, the silver-haired boy An Luo!

Before the text he saw was finished, Chabron immediately responded by pinching his nose to prove that he was not breathing.He looked sideways and saw that An Luo beside him was smart enough to make the same move almost at the same time as him.

The stagnant turn-based time flow traps them in an eternal 6 seconds. There is no possibility of suffocation in such a short time!
The iron book planned to continue writing, but the new ink stopped just after a dot appeared.

Of course, Xia Bron knew that this was the effect of the [Time Sequencing] effect on him——

They are trapped in 6 seconds, which is longer than eternity. Although they can speak and think without hindrance, complex, time-consuming and labor-intensive actions (such as casting spells and attacking with weapons) are restricted.If you want to continue writing, you have to wait until your next turn.

But this round, Xia Bron and An Luo have not taken action yet!
It's your turn...

wrong!

The air is still full of malice, the malice of law-abiding people watching criminals.

Chabran immediately realized that although the two stopped breathing immediately, the townspeople still looked fierce.

Dozens of eyes cast terrifying glances at them, mixed with displeasure, anger and reproach...
behind.

Chabron looked in the direction of his eyes and looked behind him——

A familiar man stood there, his iconic hunched muscles and strong body becoming a kind of intimidation behind the rain curtain.He was wearing a simple brown shirt and trousers, and his usual cheerful and decadent expression no longer existed.The original beard has been cut off, and the stubble reveals the vicissitudes of life.

Jacks.

Another stranger.
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Jax just stood there, like a statue.

The rain ran down his shoulders, soaked his clothes, dampened his fluffy hair, and ran down his chin, which had been cleansed of beard.

He didn't hold his breath, so he was naturally regarded as a criminal by the townspeople.

Chabron pulled An Luo and ran to Jacks' side in a few steps.

Standing beside the man (and looking at the level 16 above his head), Chabotan felt a little relieved.

"As long as you're fine." Jacks looked at An Luo beside him and squatted down as if no one else was watching.

It seems like the dozens of adults surrounding them are just pointless background.

The man raised his hand and gently stroked his nephew's red cheek.

Seeing the face with blood-red palm prints, Jacks felt sad. ("Uh, cough" Chabron looked away and coughed uncomfortably)
Jacks’ gentle tone was in sharp contrast to his burly figure:

"Little Anluo, you have suffered. Whoever dares to hurt you like this again, I will make him pay the price!
"Let's go, my sister is waiting for you at home."

The tall and heroic man took the child's hand, turned around, and was about to leave.

It was as if the townspeople surrounding him with fierce looks on their faces didn't exist.

Chabron lifted the shackles of time just in time, and the man took the two children and walked straight towards the sparsest direction among the crowd.

The man just walked on by himself.

It was as if he saw nothing, and regarded the obstacles in front of him as nothing.

"Even if you commit the crime of ignoring your breathing, you can't take him away." Officer Follett took a few steps forward to block Jakes, "You ruined the festival."

Jakes didn't respond to the officer's words, he just kept walking.

"Get out of the way." Jacks' words were simple.

The onlookers looked at each other in confusion: That retired Jacks who usually looks drunk and careless, and who can't even tell jokes is funny... Why does he seem to be a different person today?

Officer Follett frowned, and a pocket diamond appeared in his hand at some point, serving as a spellcasting material.Inside the transparent diamond, electric light is gathering.

Chabron was not surprised. The words above Follett's head were [Level 1 Warlock].
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Chabran knew that in the Star Kingdom, known as the kingdom of magic, the most common warlocks were dragon vein warlocks, and most of them came from the "Midwinter" royal family and the "gilt" family.

But Officer Follett's magic comes from the raging storm -

His ancestors lived where the howling of the wind could be heard.

The song of the wind is planted deep in the blood and has been passed down from generation to generation. It was unexpectedly awakened in Follett's generation.

I once heard the wind roar.

　Thanks for the reward of 【Milang IXI Yongye】
　　
　
(End of this chapter)