There were two big guys here, so of course they wouldn't let Gretel fall. He fell down, and Elder Erwin didn't look away. A vine quietly protruded from his feet. He wrapped it around Gretel's waist and wrapped it around him.
He raised it high and put it down gently.
Gretel sat down on the ground. Sweating like raindrops, he rubbed his knees and kept panting. He was still rejoicing in his heart:
It’s great to have a big guy as a teacher!
Gretel finally succeeded in passing the blame. He sat on the ground and rested for half a minute, then limped to inspect other wards. Elder Erwin and the bald bishop were very busy, but on the other side, the city owner, Viscount Joan, was still on the carriage.
Chat with people slowly.
Riding with him was an old magician, the one who was sitting above Master Herman. The old magician looked left and right, and suddenly said "Hey":
"The eagle?"
The goshawk kept circling above the shop. It kept chirping, and the red cloth ribbon on its paws flew like a flag. Viscount Joan looked up and cried out "Yeah" on the spot.
As a city lord, you can eat, drink, and have fun as you like, and it is not impossible to have a few more mistresses. Even if the force is not worth it, it is not a big sin. But there is one thing that must be kept in mind: what extraordinary organizations are there in the city, and what are their combat capabilities?
How strong are they, what are the characteristics of their attacks?
"Animal companions..." Viscount Joan murmured: "This is... this is a signal for help from the Natural God Religion!"
Even animal companions have been sent out to ask for help... How bad is the situation over there?
Viscount Joan held the window frame tightly. The carriage continued to move forward, and soon, the situation on North Street was reported one after another:
"10 injured!"
"17 people injured!"
"29 people were injured! All have been moved to nearby stores, no one is dead yet!"
"10 people were seriously injured and 19 people were slightly injured! Five of them are unconscious!"
This is trouble... Viscount Joan frowned deeply. The nobles in the motorcade gradually became agitated as news came one after another:
"Oops, my niece is on North Street!"
"My grandson said he came out to play today!"
"My mother-in-law is taking my sister-in-law out for shopping, wouldn't they happen to meet her?"
"Lady Lorna! Your son is injured!"
"Franz! Go to North Street quickly and tell the little priest—what's his name—to cure my nephew first! If he's cured, he'll be rewarded. If he's not cured, I'll break his legs!"
The convoy accelerated again and again. There was a huge crowd, and the city was celebrating Midsummer Festival. It was not easy to pass quickly. Knight Nolan took the lead and pushed away the crowd. The two team captains around him kept shouting:
"Get out of the way! Make way! Make way for the Lord of the City!"
"I'll whip them to death if they don't give way!" A knight guarding the carriage shouted loudly beside Viscount Joan's carriage. Captain Nolan turned his head and looked at it without making a sound, and the two captains did not move their whips either.
Shout:
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!"
Are you kidding me? Little Gretel is already very busy. I’m going to give him a bunch of whiplash wounds and not let him live!”
The convoy ran wildly, jolting, with mud and unknown things splashing under the wheels, and finally arrived at the door of the store. The guard knight jumped down nimbly, turned around and helped City Lord Qiao An out of the car. Lord City Lord stood still, turned around, and immediately
The arrester asked: "How is the situation? How many people died?"
"Report to the Lord of the City!" At the door of the store, the city guard responsible for maintaining order stood straight and spoke with infinite pride:
"So far, no one has died!"
"so far so good……"
Viscount Joan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He rushed into the shop and saw Elder Erwin and the bald bishop on either side, chanting healing spells. He immediately stepped forward and thanked him repeatedly:
"Thank you both very much! Thanks to your Excellencies, we saved the lives of these people!"
Elder Erwin nodded in greeting without saying anything. The bald bishop laughed:
"It's not due to the two of us. When we arrived, Little Gretel had already made arrangements. Little Gretel!"
"coming!"
A person rushed over from the red zone. Viscount Qiao An took a closer look and saw that he was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. The fine linen shirt on his upper body was soaked through, and his chest and cuffs were stained with blood in many places. The wet black
The hair was posted on his forehead, and streams of sweat flowed down the young man's cheeks.
——He is a young man from an ordinary family. However, the bishop of the God of War Temple is willing to support him, so this cannot be taken lightly.
Viscount Qiao An thought, nodded solemnly, looked into the young man's eyes and praised:
"You're little Gretel? Well done!"
Originally there were three ways of shaking hands, patting shoulders, and giving rewards. Seeing the young man like this, forget it, let’s move on to the third step.
City Lord Qiao An reached out to grab the money bag. Behind him, the high priest of the spring water goddess who came in suddenly spoke in a surprised tone:
"Is it him? Isn't he a magician?"
Magician? Not a healer? Lord Joan gave him a slap in the face. He had heard about Gretel Nordmark. In order to heal the Roman knight's wrist, the bald bishop spoke for him - but, how did the magician do it?
What happened? Did you admit the wrong person?
City Lord Qiao An turned his head and looked back. Just as he was about to ask the high priest, the old magician who was riding with him before staggered into the shop. Looking left and right, he was immediately surprised:
"Oh, what a magician!"
In the eyes of the old magician, the four-color marks of red, yellow, green, and black were clearly visible on each injured person, clearly the work of magic tricks. There was also a city guard soldier standing by the door, holding up a sign,
There are several lines of large characters on the sign, in red, yellow, green and black. It is obvious at a glance that it is also written using magic tricks:
“Level 3 and 4 priests go to the red zone!
Level 1 and level 2 priests go to the yellow zone!
The priest's apprentice went to the Green Zone to clean the wound and bandage it to stop the bleeding!
Please follow the arrangements and treat according to the marks, so that we can save the most people!"
It’s interesting!
The old magician couldn't help but laugh. He classified the wounded in a priest's way, and then used magic tricks to mark them. The mage apprentice in charge was an interesting child...
"Really a magician?"
Viscount Joan frowned and asked. The old magician smiled and nodded: "Yes, he is really a magician, and he is the new apprentice of the Mage Tower..."
Can a magician also preside over healing?
Can he also make a group of healers listen to his command?
Could it be that the bald bishop wanted the credit to go to him?
Viscount Joan hesitated, hesitating, not knowing whether to question it. But the high priest had already spoken: "You said these things were all done by Gretel? - He is a mage apprentice!"
Within a few words, the nobles had gotten out of the car one after another and crowded into a pile outside the store. The store was narrow and the smell of blood was strong. Not many people were willing to go in. They only looked outside the door. When I heard
The words of the high priest were whispered among each other:
"Mage's apprentice?"
"A mage apprentice doing the work of a priest?"
"really?"
"Didn't the Bishop say that this apprentice is in charge?"
"Oh, it's not like you don't know the temper of the Bishop..."
"A mage is a part-time healer? Who is willing to do it? The temple must be crazy..."
"Yes, you have to teach knowledge and cultivate faith at the same time. How easy is it to work hard for so many years! If you just go to another house after being taught, which temple is willing!"
The discussion became louder and louder, and the suspicion in the eyes of City Lord Qiao An became more and more serious. The hand holding the money bag retracted:
A few gold coins are nothing, but it's a bit embarrassing to reward the wrong person. What's going on with this kid? An apprentice has to do so many things!
"Are you really a mage apprentice? Or a healer?"
Viscount Joan frowned and asked. Gretel opened his mouth to answer, but Elder Erwin had already released a healing spell and said with a smile: