The priest smiled and extended his hand. Grete raised his head slightly to look at the other person. He saw that the priest was about twenty-four or five years old, with a pair of blue eyes, which really looked like the clear spring of the spring goddess. He had a light blue silk robe, a dark blue brocade belt, and a belt.
Three daffodils were embroidered with white silk thread on it. According to the information in the original owner's memory, they should be the symbol of a third-level priest.
The smile on his face was gentle and warm, and when facing Gretel, who was wearing a coarse linen waistcoat with blood on his clothes, his expression was not strange at all:
"I am a servant of the Fountain Goddess, Noah Donald. Nice to meet you."
Gretel stretched out his hand and shook it back. Halfway through, he found that his hand was still stained with blood. He was embarrassed and hurriedly retracted it. Priest Donaldson didn't take it seriously. He smiled and watched Gretel wash his hands, wipe them dry, and then stretched out his hand again.
Hold hands with him:
"Hello, I'm Gretel, Gretel Nordmark. Nice to meet you."
As soon as he held his hands, Gretel felt that the other person's hand was smooth and delicate, with only a few small calluses on the place where he held the pen. On the contrary, his original hand was hard and rough. Priest Donald seemed to feel it, and his eyes lowered slightly.
Drop it, immediately raise it, and continue smiling:
"I misunderstood you just now. I'm really sorry. And Rayman Knight - Rayman Knight, please come and apologize too."
Gretel followed his gaze. The knight standing next to him had a straight face and remained still. In the center of the breastplate, a rose entwined with thorns shone brightly. The hand that took off the iron glove held a big sword with a few round sapphires.
Make a straight line in the center of the scabbard.
emmm... He is wearing plate armor; there is an emblem on the breastplate, and it is different from the emblem of the temple; there are gems on the scabbard. Even the temple knights cannot be equipped with such good equipment. They should be at home.
Still a noble.
Maybe, his level is higher than that of Priest Donald - or at least his combat power level is higher than that of Priest, such as a fourth-level knight or something. No wonder he is so arrogant. Priest asked him to apologize but ignored him.
Gretel's expression remained unchanged. Priest Donald's smile remained unchanged, and he raised his voice slightly and shouted again:
"Rayman Knight!"
Being called out for the second time, the knight could no longer ignore it. Knight Leman's face was still calm, but he had already taken a step forward and nodded slightly to Gretel:
"Feel sorry."
"It's okay. What I did before was indeed easily misunderstood." Gretel smiled.
He was already lucky, Grete thought. The knight had enough strength in his hand to not break his ribs, nor to kill him on the spot. It was said that his former unlucky colleague was performing tracheotomy on a suffocating patient outside.
, people who didn’t know the truth called the police and were handcuffed by the police in public...
Lehman Knight's attitude was really not good, but Priest Donald didn't care. Seeing the two of them talking, he turned around leisurely and raised his hand to the main table:
"Hello, Mr. Nordmark. Can I invite you to dinner? The treatment just now was very pleasant. I have many things I want to discuss with you..."
As he spoke, his eyes changed. There had been such a big fuss, and Gretel's teammates, including the little freckled priest John, and Captain Cullen, who had just been able to get up on crutches, all squeezed out to watch the fun. Priest Donald saw it at a glance
When the young pastor arrived, he held out his hand to him with the same polite smile as before:
"And the priest from the Temple of the God of War, please come too, okay?"
The little pastor's face was stunned in place.
He lowered his head and squeezed out, standing in front of Priest Donald, but he didn't know what to say. Priest Donald simply pulled him over and put his hands on the main table. Gretel was on the left, and the little priest John was on the right.
, they all sat down beside him.
Relatively speaking, the Roman Knight's seat fell behind several healers.
The farmer's wife and several peasant women were busy carrying plates and serving food. The tableware in front of the priest was brought by himself, including silver plates, silver plates, silver wine glasses, and silver salt shakers inlaid with gems. Gretel and John naturally
Without such good conditions, the two of them had a pottery bowl of mutton soup and a basket of black bread in front of them -
That's all.
The only special treat is that you can actually see the meaty bones in the mutton soup.
Grete didn't feel embarrassed at all, and buried his head in eating. He was not embarrassed. After being stunned for a moment, Priest Donald actually recovered. With a smile, he asked someone to find two silver wine glasses and poured a glass of wine for each of them.
The color is bright red and the smell is strong. Even if Grete never drank alcohol in his previous life, he can tell at a glance that it is good wine.
...Very good. Although the carriage, silk robe, silver bowl and silver plate have not appeared yet, has the wine already arrived?
Gretel wanted to snicker, but tried hard to hold it back.
The Roman knight under him couldn't bear it any longer. The priest he was escorting first ignored his status and mingled with lowly people, and then forced himself to apologize. Now, he simply arranged for those untouchables to sit under him. One day
There are two, three, and four, which one is intolerable!
He slapped the table and stood up suddenly:
"Sir! You have a noble status, how can you sit with these untouchables!"
There was a sudden start in the hall. Gretel was startled. Little John, who was sitting opposite him, put down the bread and his face slowly turned red. However, Priest Donald was stunned for a moment and then acted as usual. When he opened his mouth to retort, his tone was still as gentle as before:
"Don't say that. We are all healers and servants of God."
"What kind of healer is he!" Roman Knight's tone became even more excited. He simply stood up from the table and looked down at Gretel:
"He has never used a single healing spell so far. And I have never seen him as a priest apprentice in the city!"
Gretel opened his mouth to defend, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.
As a "healer", he himself knows that medical skills are real, healing skills fall out of thin air, divine revelations and so on... it's all his own boasting. Now it's better, and people have doubted it.
And the original owner did remember that any priest did not appear out of thin air. He had to study for a long time and accumulate enough knowledge and piety...
In fact, it was too late for him to defend himself. The Roman knight took a step forward, his armor clanging, and he pulled out half of his sword with a clang, and the light shined directly into Gretel's eyes:
"Say! Which god are you a servant of?"
"He is the divine inspiration of the God of Nature!"
Under the earth platform, beside the long table, several voices were connected at the same time.
Grete's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and glanced at the soldiers in the team, wishing he could have said what they said back on the spot. But it was too late. The Roman knight glanced down and a sneer appeared:
"A divinely inspired person? A divinely inspired person who doesn't know how to heal? A divinely inspired person who can't even heal his own companions?"
Before he finished speaking, he drew his sword loudly and pointed at Captain Cullen, who was leaning on his teammates and leaning on crutches:
"Prove your divine grace! Otherwise - you are blasphemous!"