Just when Wen Lin was about to take the long knife and leave, a thin shadow came out of the corner, grabbed Wen Lin's long knife and ran away.

The body responded faster than the brain. When everyone was sluggish, Wen Lin had already caught up. When people stuck their heads out of the window to look, they saw two small black spots quickly disappearing at the end of the road.

The tavern became lively again, but this time the topic of discussion was changed to Wen Lin.

The tavern owner asked the servants to drag the five burly men to the door, and everyone gathered around to observe the situation of the five people.

They were surprised to find that these five people were simply dizzy, their breathing was steady, and there was no obvious trauma on their bodies, at best they were red and swollen.

Everyone speculated about Wen Lin's identity and her weird movement just now.

The more she said it, the more outrageous she was, and some people even guessed that she was a sea monster who came ashore on the grounds of her oriental appearance.

Until there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, "I remember! The arena, it was her that day!"

Once someone reminded, someone quickly agreed,

"Yes, Oriental, the one who was in the arena that day was an Oriental woman!"

Wen Lin's performance on the arena some time ago has long been a best-selling story in major taverns.

The tavern owner will collect stories that people want to hear from time to time, and pay the narrators twenty copper coins a day. The more popular the story, the better the business of the tavern.

And the story of the arena is the story that every tavern will tell during this time.

It's just that Wen Lin's appearance looks too deceptive, and no one connected her with the protagonist in the story at first.

The tavern owner was instantly refreshed. He had already thought about how to use Wen Lin's visit to his tavern and show off his talents as a gimmick to attract business in the next few days.

Wen Lin, who left, was unaware of all this. At this time, she was moving quickly on the avenue on the bank of the Tame River.

In front of him was a skinny boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a small priest's uniform.

He ran very fast, and at the same time had long endurance, Wen Lin couldn't catch up with him for a while.

The strong river wind at night made Wen Lin's faintly hot skin cool down quickly, and the dizziness in her mind became more and more obvious.

Stopping suddenly, Wen Lin endured the discomfort and picked up a few gravel and threw it forward.

The boy who was running frantically fell to the ground suddenly, his reaction was very fast, and before Wen Lin walked over, he rolled over to the Taimu River.

"Don't come, I'll throw it down when you come,"

The River Thame is deep, and the water flows swiftly beneath the seemingly calm waters.

If it is thrown down, how to salvage it will be a very difficult matter.

Wen Lin stopped when she was still about two meters away. She stared at the embarrassed teenager with a cold expression, "Why did you steal my things?"

"I need money,"

"Why run?"

"There's no one here, you exchange money for what I have,"

It could be seen that although the boy was afraid, he had no intention of retreating.

Throwing the money bag forward casually, Wen Lin said impatiently, "Give me the things immediately,"

Seeing that Wen Lin didn't care about throwing out the purse, the teenager licked his lips nervously, and moved cautiously to the purse.

However, just as he lowered his head to pick up the purse, Wen Lin approached like a ghost, hit the boy's wrist neatly, and instantly regained the long knife and purse.

"It was a small lesson,"

Wen Lin got up, left those words, and left without looking back.

"Please, a silver coin will do, too,"

Behind him is the pleading of the young man and the clear sound of kneeling on the ground.

As if Wen Lin didn't hear it, she continued to walk forward.

And the teenager behind him saw that Wen Lin was indifferent, sobbing like a collapse,

"My mother has a fever and she needs money to see a doctor. I know stealing is a despised act, but I have no other choice."

Seeing Wen Lin walking further and further, the young man sat on the ground slumped, buried his head in his knees, his cry gradually became smaller, and he began to sob in a low voice.

"Your lies are very clumsy," was Wen Lin's voice.

I don't know when she turned back, and the boy raised his head, surprised and scared.

He sighed, "My mother is really sick,"

"If I'm not mistaken, the priest's uniform you are wearing is the uniform of the Beagle parish, which is the most prosperous in the capital. There are usually doctors in the parish who see doctors for free."

The boy's face showed a look of pain and struggle, "My mother believes in Protestantism, and my father thinks that she is a traitor whose belief is not firm. He thinks this is the pain she should endure, and it is an atonement."

"What about you? What are your beliefs?"

"I don't know, I just know I should save my mother,"

After Wen Lin heard this, a dark light flashed in her eyes. She threw the purse into the boy's arms, caressed her wrist casually, and was about to leave.

The teenager stared blankly at the purse in his hand, and then stared blankly at the back of Wen Lin leaving,

He suddenly shouted at Wen Lin loudly, "Be careful, someone instructed me to steal your stuff, and they said they would give me money after success,"

"My name is Macomb, and thank you,"

Wen Lin raised her lips and seemed to be in a better mood, but she didn't respond, and walked aimlessly along the River Thame.

The boy kept watching her go away until she was completely invisible.

Wen Lin was in a state of emptiness, and she felt more and more drunk, but her steps were still steady.

The sun shines on the white stone buildings on the other side of the river, the towering churches stand among them, and the thick and loud bells of the golden clock tower seem to be able to cleanse people's hearts.

At the end of the last bell, Wen Lin stopped, she turned to face the River Thame, her ears moved.

About thirty people are approaching here.

The footsteps were light and neat, as if they had received some kind of professional military training.