"Have you heard? The knight who injured his hand three years ago and can no longer draw his bow has his hand healed!"
"It is said that it was cured by the Temple of the God of War?"
"It seems that the bishop cured him..."
"Oh, you are so ill-informed! - I heard that it is cured by a little guy. The bishop has to obey his orders and do whatever he says..."
The news that Knight Barron has recovered from his old injury spreads like the wind in Heartland City. Those who have been injured themselves, their relatives have been injured, and the treatment results are not satisfactory... Regardless of whether they are warriors or not, everyone is tempted.
Even the city lord, Viscount Joan, summoned Knight Barron once and asked about his treatment process in detail.
Three days later, the bald bishop wrote to Gretel asking if the Roman knight's hand could be cured.
the answer is negative.
no doubt.
"He refuses to be cured? He actually refuses to be cured!"
The Roman knight roared in the room.
He was imprisoned in the ascetic chamber just for the sake of it. Within two days of the gift being delivered, the great priest of the spring goddess released him: the kind of place where there is no light and no sound, and even the person who delivers the food does not speak, it is below the tenth level.
The knights stayed for half a month, and one of them went crazy.
Even so, he was not allowed to leave the temple, or even the apse, and could only reflect alone in a small room. If his mother's letters had not been sent frequently, he would have gone crazy.
"I want to kill him - I must kill him! Yes, write a letter. I will write a letter now and ask my mother to send someone to kill him!"
It can be said that this pair of mother and son have a perfect understanding. The middle-aged woman, the mother of the Roman knight, was also roaring angrily in the city lord's palace at this moment. This time, she could not even maintain her superficial demeanor and walked into the small reception room of the city lord's palace.
He walked over and threw the decorations all over the floor:
"A pariah is a pariah! I am already magnanimous enough. As long as he cures Roman, I will not care about him. This despicable guy dares not to treat him! I will kill him! I must kill him!"
"It's not intentional..." City Lord Joan sighed. There was a pile of letter paper spread out in front of him, which was written by Gretel to Bishop Ares. The handwriting was densely packed and the drawings were detailed. In addition to the dizzying look at the picture,
Full of sincerity and full of useful information.
There are so many tendons in the palm, how many times thinner than the tendons in the wrist, and how many delicate instruments are needed to prevent them from getting worse. The letter was clearly described in both writing and drawings.
The bald bishop probably had the idea of eliminating the disaster for Gretel, so he forwarded the letter to the city lord in its entirety without even deducting a page. Even if Viscount Joan couldn't understand it well, he could still read between the lines:
I really can't do it, it's not because I have a grudge against Roman and I'm deliberately doing nothing.
The mistress in front of him, or the angry mistress, was still noisy. Viscount Joan held his forehead in disgust:
"What are you going to do to kill him? - He won't leave the mage tower at all!"
The middle-aged woman choked. No matter how unreasonable she was, she knew that the mage tower could not be moved casually: even if she was in charge of her son's knighthood and had a few third- and fourth-level warriors, she could still mobilize hundreds of peasant soldiers.
Putting some strength in front of the mage tower is also a joke.
"I-I don't believe he will never come out!"
"Don't do it!"
Viscount Joan slapped the table. After yelling, he quickly calmed down and tried to persuade his mistress:
"That kid is a healer! A healer! Even the Bishop can't do anything about Knight Barron's injuries. He can heal them with just one move! How many people do you know who are counting on him to heal? How many people do you know, if they are injured in the future, they wish they had someone there?
Such a person?
——If you find someone to kill him and the matter is exposed, even I won’t be able to protect you!"
"That - but -"
"There is no but! There is no but! For Roman's injury, let's find another healer, the archbishop, the high priest! No matter what, you are not allowed to do anything!"
The middle-aged woman cried hard and left in despair. As soon as she got on the carriage, she immediately put away her tears and gritted her teeth and said to the housekeeper outside the carriage:
"Check! Check that untouchable for me. I don't believe it. I can't find any place to start!"
When the hostess spoke, the housekeeper did not dare to neglect, and immediately hired someone to investigate diligently. However, after searching over and over again, he really couldn't find where to start:
Grete is alone, his father died young, and his mother disappeared without a trace many years ago. The only acquaintances in the city are his father's former colleagues; however, in order to move Grete, he went to the city guards to attack him. Could it be that
crazy!
"Madam...this..."
The butler bent down lower and lower. He creaked, and he felt like he could hear the bones cracking. Ouch, my old waist... I have to go to the temple to worship some other day. Although I can't afford the treatment, I can still worship.
Being able to catch a little bit of holy light every now and then can make people feel comfortable for a few days!
The middle-aged woman's face became increasingly gloomy. She swayed the fan gently, opened and closed the feather fan, closed and opened it again. The bright red kodan sank deeply into the feathers, as if to strangle the enemy.
The neck was the same. There was a "click" and the fan bone was broken. The woman suddenly said:
"That pariah is a healer?"
"yes."
"The divine inspirer of the God of Nature?"
"This... he said so himself... but it must be true! Whether it's the city guards or the temple guards, many people have heard it!"
"Then why has he never gone to church?"
The housekeeper was speechless for a moment. The middle-aged woman suddenly stood up and walked back and forth in the room, her tone becoming more and more urgent:
"That's right! That kid either stayed in the Mage Tower or hung out with the people from the Temple of the God of War. For so many days, he never went to worship the God of Nature! He was never like those priests who always talked about 'The God of Nature'.
For God's sake, he never says such things!
He, the divine enlightener, must be a fake!"
"But, the God of Nature...does not have a temple in the first place..."
"The absence of a temple does not mean that there is no religious order! The worshipers of the God of Nature walk in the streets. It is difficult to find them in the upper city, and it is also difficult to find them in the slums!
If that doesn't work, you can just find a hill outside the city, and if you build a ring of stones, you will definitely be able to squat down with the members of the religious group!
——That untouchable relied on healing skills, and first went to the Temple of the God of War, and then sold it to the city guards, but he never went to anyone from the Natural God Religion. He is a fake divine enlightener, and he has a guilty conscience!"
There were several crisp sounds in succession. The bones of the feather fan were broken to pieces, and even a large piece of feathers on the fan was torn off. For a while, the room was filled with green and golden pieces, and pieces were flying. The woman stepped on the floor and made a loud sound.
His tone was excited and his eyes were shining:
"Go to the Deistic Church! Tell them the news! - No church can tolerate fake divine revelations. That is disrespectful and blasphemous! If we pass the news over, the Deistic Church will definitely kill that kid!