Chapter 347: Glory Knight, you even rob the house?
Olga retreated, retreated, retreated slowly. Before becoming a tribal priest, this female warrior who was once known as "Olga of the White Wolf" in the ice field quietly pulled the wolf skin on her shoulders. The white wolf had both ears.
It stood up silently, turned inward, outward, and quickly.
The sound blown by the breeze passed through the white wolf and reached Olga's ears.
"I'm just an old and frail old man. I just want to heal the people here, help them, and let them understand the grace of our Lord." The old pastor's voice was gentle and slow, showing exhaustion:
"It is better not to let me take on the task of honoring my Lord with swords and swords, blood and fire."
"Master, you are too humble. My teacher has mentioned the name of 'Justice Martin' no less than ten times. My teacher also warned me when I came to Northland this time that I must ask for your help in this mission no matter what."
A young man said. Olga frowned when she heard the voice:
The voice was full of energy, and it was obviously that of a knight. The tone was obviously sincere, but there was a hint of slickness, which reminded her of several annoying suitors when she was single. Who is this guy? Is he the person in charge of this team?
"I'm old, and I just want to spend the rest of my life quietly." Pastor Martin chuckled. He kicked his worn hemp shoes all the way to the door of the church. With a squeak, the door hinge turned, but it got stuck.
Halfway through:
"Sir Martin, what we brought to the Northland this time is not blood and fire." Another older, calmer voice argued:
"We have brought food, spirits, and many medicines, hoping to express our goodwill and save the people of the North from hunger and illness. Your Excellency, can you help us see what supplies we need to supplement to make it more efficient?
How to help the people here?"
"Well……"
The old priest groaned softly and continued to enter. Five or six footsteps followed him in, and more people spread out, surrounding the small church in the middle, and searching in circles outside.
Olga made a gesture in the darkness. A group of barbarians carried the gift and retreated silently like a pack of wolves. Returning to her husband, she thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote a line, asking someone to send it to the crow.
hostel.
So, when they set out the next day, the trade group of the Magic Council was not surprised to see a group of knights from the Glorious Holy See behind them.
The road was facing the sky, and everyone walked to one side. The Vatican's team did not come up to provoke, and the Council's team did not take the initiative to attack - after all, they were not here to fight. The magicians remained alert, and other than that, they acted as if the other party did not exist at all.
Gretel glanced at them a few more times. Seeing Pastor Martin among the team, he nodded and smiled at him.
We walked peacefully for two days. On the third day, the problem arose.
There are not enough rooms.
"No room left?"
"Sorry, we've covered it all."
In front of Archmage Serrano's chief follower, Knight Stephen, a businessman wearing dark blue silk clothes nodded and bowed against the counter, but did not hide his pride. Knight Stephen looked back at the team, frowned, and handed him a hand.
Take out a money bag:
"Can you please let two people out? There are patients in our team-"
The mountain roads in this damn place are too narrow, there is too little flat land, and there is no room to build a hotel! If you don't live here, you have to go one stop further, at least 20 miles away to find a place to live!
It will definitely be dark by then... It is too unsafe to walk at night in a strange place, especially when the team of the Lord of Glory is nearby!
"I'm sorry, it's really gone." The businessman bowed again, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he ran around him towards the hotel door.
Knight Stephen turned around and followed him. Soon, he saw him welcoming several glorious knights in, chatting and laughing. Not only that, the boss also came out quickly. The businessman held the boss with one hand and pointed with the other as he lined up.
of pastors:
"Look, look, here it comes! You can go to them for little Larry's illness, but these are high-level priests with this level of healing skills!"
Grete stood at the edge of the motorcade from a distance, watching a group of glorious priests swaggering in triumphantly. To be honest, he was not too anxious since there was no place to live or anything like that:
A level 5 mage has a refuge hut that can accommodate 10 people; a level 7 shelter can only accommodate 8 people, but it comes with its own bunks; a level 9 mage's barracks spell can accommodate 40 people! A mage can still stay when he is away from home.
Can I have no place to live?
It's just... being squeezed out by the Lord of Glory's team is a bit embarrassing...
He turned to look at Archmage Serrano. The Archmage's face was more gloomy, and he looked ahead with his hands behind his back. He looked from the Vatican's motorcade to the small hotel with only two floors in total. After looking at it for a moment, he turned around.
, go to Master Tarbert:
"Master, can we work hard for a while and walk a little further?"
"Cough cough cough cough -" Master Tarbot choked on the cold wind as soon as he opened his mouth. He pressed his chest and coughed so hard that he bent over. Gretel couldn't help but quietly moved forward, ready to help at any time. The master coughed for a while, and just now
When he was about to speak, smoke and dust suddenly billowed in the distance, and a war horse rushed towards him:
"Boru! Boru, are you there?"
"Here!" the hotel owner quickly appeared. The visitor jumped off his horse and held a flag high:
"I want to ask you something. Are the teams from the Magic Council coming?"
"Ah this——"
"We are here." Archmage Serrano strolled forward. The visitor turned around and looked overjoyed immediately:
"Thank you very much for that day! I have good news for you. Our leader, 'Walker' Horik, is awake, can speak, and can move his hands and feet. Mr. Thinker specially sent me to accompany him. Please help the tribes along the way to take care of him.
, I traveled all day to catch up!"
After speaking, he turned back to the hotel owner and raised the triangular flag in his hand. On the flag, a black crow spread its wings as if ready to fly into the sky at any time:
"Lord Thinker said that it was these people who cured Horik's madness. They were her saviors and her friends——"
"What? They can cure madness?!"
The boss's voice suddenly increased. Even though Grete was about ten steps away, he still felt like thunder in his ears and his chest felt a little stuffy. Boom, boom, boom, there was a roar in the hotel, and five or six barbarians rushed out:
"Who? Who can cure madness?"
"What happened after going crazy? Can it really be cured?"
“Can other diseases be cured as well?”
"Boru, your little Larry, call him out and show them!"
Several strong men shouted together, and the effect was ten times louder than five hundred ducks - mainly because the volume was too loud. Gretel was forced to retreat step by step from the bombardment, but the messenger saw him at a glance and rushed over like a whirlwind.
:
"That's right! This is your Excellency! It was all his idea to save Lord Walker!"
A group of barbarians rushed towards me. Fortunately, Bernard blocked the block in time, allowing Gretel some room to breathe. He looked left and right, and slowly raised his hand:
"Uh...can we check in first?"
"Of course!" Boru thumped his chest:
"Lord Walker's benefactor is our benefactor! And Lord Deeper's crow flag is here. This little thing is not a problem! You, you, you! Go and clean up the room and invite the mages to move in! - Ah
, there is also a dwarf master, dwarves are our brothers, we must not even have a place to live!"
At the entrance of the hotel, the shining knights who had helped their pastors secure housing in advance were all turning blue.
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