205 Who Dares to Take Our Stuff? (2/2)
Soon, there was a strand of blood plasma flowing from the little girl's head.
The black-robed man was dressed like an assassin who loved to operate in the shadows.
There were many pedestrians in the surrounding streets and many people stopped to watch, but no one went up to intervene.
Roland sighed and walked up to the black-robed man, blocking his way.
This kind of matter was common in this world—it was the norm, survival of the fittest.
Roland told himself many times that he couldn't care about too many things.
However, upon seeing this scene, he still couldn't help but come forward.
When the black-robed man saw Roland blocking his way, he was stunned and asked, ”Sir, what do you mean by this?”
Roland sized up the other man for a moment. ”What exactly do you mean by abusing this little girl?”
Huh? The black-robed man looked at Roland's attire and smiled. ”Sir, you've got your eyes on this girl?”
”That's not what I meant.”
”That doesn't matter, it's yours.” The black-robed man's face was hidden in the shadows of his hood, but a sneer was evident at the corner of his mouth. ”Just think of it as making a friend.”
After this person finished speaking, he tugged at the little girl's hair forcefully, throwing her directly in front of Roland.
The girl rolled to Roland's feet, eyes closed and already unconscious.
There were bruises everywhere on this little girl's body.
Roland's face gradually turned cold.
”A warmhearted master Mage? That's rare.” This black-robed man smiled, but then his expression grew stern. ”Wait, you're a Golden Son?”
This black-robed man finally noticed that Roland's temperament and expression seemed to be very different from ordinary people.
”So what if I am?” Roland asked indifferently.
This black-robed man took a deep breath. ”I'm sorry. I have no intention of angering you, nor do I want to make an enemy of you.”
This black-robed man slowly retreated, and after stepping a few meters away, he turned into a black shadow and slithered away on the ground like a snake.
This made him seem a little wretched.
Roland looked at the little girl on the ground. The blood plasma flowing from her head had begun to coagulate. He sighed, picked up the little girl, and walked toward the Church of Life.
The Church of Life was not far from the palace and occupied a large piece of land in the street.
The main body of the church building was about thirty meters tall, and the gates were fifteen meters tall.
Many commoners were kneeling under the church—they didn't dare nor could they approach the church.
The only people who could enter and exit the church were nobles and powerful professionals.
Roland carried the little girl inside, and immediately a priest in a white robe with green edges greeted him. He looked at Roland and then at the little girl, and kindly asked, ”Do you need treatment?”
Roland nodded.
The male priest brushed the little girl's hair aside, looked at the wound, and said, ”It's not a serious injury, one silver coin will do.”
Roland laid the little girl flat on the altar and took out a silver coin.
The male priest sprinkled a green light on the little girl's forehead, then said, ”It'll be about half an hour before she wakes up.”
Roland had to sit down on the bench next to him and wait quietly.
A shadow wandered against the corner of the street, entered an alley, and then wormed under the door of a certain room.
Inside was a large warehouse, and a dozen similarly dressed black-robed men were gathered there as well.
The serpentine shadow reverted to its human form, and he looked at the only sitting black-robed man and said, ”Boss, the target has been taken.”
”Who dares to rob the Shadow Assassins Guild?”
”A Golden Son.”
”F**k, these damned off-world monsters are always ruining our business. How many times has it been this month?”
”Boss, I don't think we can be that high-profile anymore. Isn't it good to go back to being a rat again? The Golden Sons even dared to kill the mayor of a city. If we do something in broad daylight and they bump into us, they will definitely step in our way.”