<h4>Chapter 130: Evil Qingshui Town</h4>


    "No! It isn''t! I''m not like you!" As if Macedonia was stung by the words, his face was a bit grim as he growled at Pdin. Pdin''s face was expressionless and tit-for-tat: "Then say it, name what makes me different from you? You hypocrite." "Me. Me." Seeing Macedonia dumbfounded, the sneer on Pdin''s face became more and more obvious. However, at that moment, his five senses, which had improved due to the fusion of the light element, caused his ears to suddenly twitch slightly, and it was very obvious that he heard the sound of footsteps ringing out in the corridor outside.


    The smile on his face gradually hid, and he closed his eyes to listen carefully. It was able to clearly hear that the footsteps were vapid and feeble, and the feet were ratherrge. It should be an older male. Coupled with that very slight coughing sound, it made Pdin open his eyes at once and looked at the indignant Macedonia with a smile and said, "Look, our honorable Archbishop has returned." Saying this, he also ignored Macedonia and walked straight to the door, bending down very respectfully.


    And at that very moment, the door was pushed open and a helpless Archbishop Sarrier walked in. Sarrier, who was originally very bitter because of the overbearing nature of the Magister Nasimodo, and the possible attitude of the lesiastical side, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Macedonia, who was standing across the room, frothing, and carrying a sack of corpses. Instantly, he did not have the good sense to use, ''''It''s been half a day and you still have not disposed it of! I don''t want to see the dead body left in the house, go!"


    After saying this, he saw Pdin who was bending over in front of him, immediately slightly back a step, some surprised, "Pdin? How do you. You saw it all?" Pdin very calmly straightened up, nced at the sac containing the corpse, and then turned back to look at the somewhat wary Sarrier, revealing a very sunny smile and said, "The Archbishop''s great wish to be able to have such a great desire to educate the believers, makes me as a subordinate deeply ashamed. I hope that you, Archbishop, will allow me to save these lostmbs together as well!"


    Sarrier was slightly stunned, and it took a moment before heprehended what Pdin meant. The first reaction was that this Pdin was too hypocritical! Bowing to his superiors to abduct girls, he could even say that it was saving the lostmb! But next, Sarrier''s heart lit up! Recently, the goods that Macedonia found were either resisting too fiercely, or had a bad figure, or just looked ugly. All in all not much fun to y with. If this Pdin from the noble family can help himself, maybe he can find some high-quality goods with his vision! Thinking like this, Sarrier was a bit moved, he had heard about the rotten life of the nobles for a long time!


    Looking at Pdin''s smile, Sarrier also put down his worries. After all, this kid was nowpletely dependent on himself. He was his backer. Naturally, he had to do his best to tter him. Solely putting on a look of sadness crossed himself and sighed, ''''It''s rare that His Excellency Auxiliary Bishop Pdin also has such benevolence. Well, I will have Macedonia assist you. I hope you won''t let me down." Pdin looked at Sarrier, who had a kind face but evil thoughts blossoming in his eyes. Very respectfully, he bent down again and said, "At your demolition, my Archbishop."


    Naturally, Pdin would not care about the Macedonia behind him who was holding back his anger. For a man with a bottom line in his conscience will not win over him. Yes, Macedonia had a bottom line, as evidenced by the fact that he had just been angered by Pdin''s own words. A guy like that, who had been doing dirty things for so long, still hadn''t abandoned his moral boundaries. But that meant nothing to Pdin. Something like a moral bottom line was nothing more than a mind shackle imposed on mediocre people. Not only would it not bring you wealth or status. It would even kill you at a critical time. So the moral bottom line, Pdin was abandoned in the lush forest as early as the moment he left the Freemasons Union. That real Pdin went to a long sleep.


    And so it was, following Sarrier''s expectant orders. Macedonia begrudgingly took Pdin on horseback and hurried to where Macedonia had recently patrolled for game. After crossing over the entire camp, through a small patch of woods and a small stream, the town in front of him with peopleing and going and the asional merchant hawking truly shocked Pdin. This town of simple stone houses would not have shocked Pdin, but the problem was, where was this ce. This was where the border between the Kingdom of Aixinzhe and the Duchy of Kasmi met! Moreover, it was located in the ins, and most of the wars between the two countries took ce in this area! How could a small town be built near a battlefield and look rtively prosperous!


    Macedonia riding on a high horse and holding a crossed g obviously saw Pdin''s disbelief, and although he disliked getting along with this scum, but due to Sarrier''s request, he could only suppress his distaste and helplessly exin, ''''This town is called Qingshui Town. It neither belongs to Aixinzhe nor the Duchy of Kasmi. It is a town without a government to manage it. Instead, the administrators are some notorious bandits."


    Saying this, Macedonia saw Pdin''s still iprehensible gaze and had to continue exining, "Originally, a hundred years ago, this ce was deserted. However, with the escting war between the two countries, the number of bandits and deserters also increased. There were even some bandits who directly settled down and used this ce as a base. In the beginning, since this ce didn''t belong to any country, they often took the things they robbed here and traded them with other mercenaries, assassins and thieves.


    Then over time, this ce was a lot saferpared to the country, and there wouldn''t be any well-fed guard captainsing up to pick a fight. More and more robbers and ouws came here. Either for refuge or for rest. In the end, it became a big ce to sell stolen goods. The robbers sold the stolen goods for profit, which attracted many thieves, assassins, and mercenaries. This attracted many thieves, assassins and mercenaries, as they bought mostly rare items that were not avable on the market. After that, merchants saw this ce and paid a lot of money to cooperate with the robbers, opening taverns, stores, and craftsmen''s workshops. Manufacturingrge quantities of substances to provide to those who came to spend money."


    Speaking of this, Macedonia pointed to the pedestrians on the street. It was either mercenaries in armor who ran to the smithy to look at weapons. It was assassins in ck cloaks or someone else with an ulterior motive. asionally, some bandits with big swords cruised back and forth, checking to see if there were any fat sheep worth knocking over. Watching all of this, Macedonia continued, "As you can see, after a hundred years of development, this ce has turned into a veryrge crime den. Murderers, thieves, spies, assassins, robbers, and female traffickers. And factories, stores, cksmith stores, taverns and inns. Developing this ce into thergest ck market of them all. Most of the duchy''s unseen underground transactions are done here. But be warned, none of the people in this ce are good. The town is also a sin city filled with mayhem as well as murder."


    Pdin nodded indifferently. The original shocked look had gradually been concealed. Simply put, this Qingshui Town was the city of criminals. Everything illegal was justified here, filled with people eating people. And it made sense that both countries were not going to bother with this ce. Who wouldn''t want criminals from their own country living some other ce?


    If this town was gone, these homeless criminals were a brainstorm to flood into their own country and destroy everywhere! With some understanding Pdin tilted his head to watch from side to side. He even noticed that a few bandits had been staring at Pdin andughing evilly, but only after seeing Macedonia in the armor of a Temr next to him, and the cross g he was holding, did they gurgle and whisper, and shed away into the shadowy alleyway. Taking a deep breath, Pdin suddenly looked forward to this ce a little. A town with such naked primitivews, no one would care if a group of people turned into dryads, right?


    Pdin smiled very subtly at the thought. It had been a long time since he had tasted the deliciousness of the Stone of Truth, and that thrill of fusing light elements.