"Bring that priest up quickly." Bishop Javi's expression finally calmed down. Originally, according to his first impulse after receiving the news, he was going to rush out of the magic academy immediately, but in the end he still restrained himself.
.
The old ministers, including Rodhart, looked at the Cardinal with curious eyes. They didn't understand what kind of thing could make the always calm Bishop Javi so surprised and lose control. But the Bishop didn't pay any attention to his surroundings.
With human eyes, he was only staring at the priest who came from the magic academy. Under the leadership of the swordsman, the priest crossed the blockade of the swordsmen of the Holy Knights and came to the outside of the temple. The swordsman retreated.
"Tell me clearly, what kind of person broke into the cellar under the cathedral? What was the situation at that time?" the cardinal asked urgently.
The priest bowed and replied: "Back to the bishop, that man seemed to be a young man wearing a mask. He first hijacked High Priest Ryan and obtained the key to the cellar in the cathedral, and then entered the cellar alone. After he entered,
The entrance to the tunnel was blocked with a strange magic restriction. Priest Ryan wanted to break it and pursue him, but he couldn't do anything with the magic restriction. Not long after, there was a big vibration in the cellar, and then he saw the man coming out of the cellar.
He ran out from inside. Although we had deployed manpower outside, this person still broke out. High Priest Ryan tried to stop him, but was severely injured by this magic... That magic... seemed to be necromantic magic...
"
"You said this man stole something? What kind of thing was it? In what direction did he go?" the cardinal asked sharply. His face began to show an almost hysterical anxiety, and he was trembling slightly.
This kind of expression will only appear when the most infatuated man hears that his lover has been taken away. When the most loving mother sees that her son is about to die, it is not only anxiety, but also panic and despair.
The eyes of the people around him were even stranger. They didn't understand how such an expression could appear on a person like Bishop Javi.
"I haven't seen this person either. But High Priest Ryan asked me to report to the Bishop, asking the Bishop to return to the Magic Academy as soon as possible. He has something important to tell the Bishop."
Bishop Javi sighed heavily, turned to the ministers and said quickly: "I'm sorry. I'll leave this to Lord Rodhart and you all to discuss." Before he could finish his words, he turned around and ran out of the dormitory.
go.
Seeing the back of the cardinal flying away, everyone was a little startled. Rodhart was the first to return to normal. He waved to the priest who was still here and said: "Okay, you are no longer here."
What's the matter? Stand back."
But the priest did not move. Instead, he stood there and watched the cardinal's back disappear. Then he said slowly: "But this villain also brought a good medicine to treat Her Majesty the Queen. My lords,
, can it be used by Her Majesty the Queen?"
The cardinal's figure flew like thunder and fire, and he arrived at the entrance of the palace in just ten breaths of time, faster than a galloping horse.
There was fire and thunder in his heart now, and it was still an extremely violent fire and thunder. He knew very well how important the thing buried in the dungeon was. If it was really obtained by that person, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.
He always thought that the person didn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't dare to touch it, and he was not qualified to touch that thing, but how did he know that he was careless for a moment and actually gave the other person such an opportunity.
What kind of power struggle, conspiracy, machinations, and ambitions are completely dispensable puppet shows in comparison with the series of things related to that thing. So as soon as he heard the news, he should immediately put all his thoughts and energy into it.
They all concentrated on it, leaving Rodhart and the ministers who were about to fall under their control and ran out. Although the opinions on things were gone, there might be some clues in the mouth of High Priest Ryan. Even if it is a small chance,
No matter how slight the possibility was, he could not let it go and tried his best to save even the slightest possibility.
As soon as he rushed out of the palace gate, he grabbed a guard's horse and galloped towards the magic academy. The whip in his hand was whipping like crazy, and at the same time, white magic that healed and restored physical strength was continuously sent in. The horse led him all the way.
The screams and Yuan Chao's usual speed were speeding along the avenue of the royal capital.
"What? Do you have medicine that can cure Her Majesty the Queen?" Everyone was shocked, and the expressions on the ministers' faces were all ecstatic at the same time. Only Rodhart was startled, and then he kept his expression calm and unremarkable.
His eyes suddenly sparkled with light.
"Yes. This is the good medicine left by Bishop Ronis. It will definitely cure Her Majesty the Queen."
"Then why don't you give it to Her Majesty the Queen?" the old Marquis of Minsk said with excitement, his voice and expression trembling together.
"Yes." The priest bowed and nodded, and walked forward.
"Wait, stop." A loud shout came from Rodhart's mouth.
The ministers looked at Rodhart in astonishment. He had already drawn his sword in his hand, pointed at the priest from a distance and said sternly: "Who asked you to come? You are not from the magic academy. Even the High Priest Ryan does not know what Her Majesty the Queen is saying.
What happened, how could I ask you to send me any medicine?"
All the ministers were startled. They did not expect that the high priest did not know about this matter, and would not suspect the priest's identity at all.
The light in Rodhart's eyes was brighter and sharper than the sword light in his hand, sweeping up and down the priest's body. If the priest's figure hadn't been so different from that man's, he would have almost thought that this was the case.
This is the person they have been worried about.
This pastor is not tall and is even a little thin. His movements are like those of an ordinary person without any abnormality. Even Bishop Javi did not notice the slightest difference. His face is also a very plain face. It belongs to ordinary people.
The kind of ordinary priest who can be thrown away in a magic academy and disappear.
The ministers also looked at the priest with various doubts in their eyes. Among them, the Prime Minister's eyes were the strangest.
This ordinary priest didn't appear to be afraid at all when facing the long sword in front of him. He still said calmly: "Priest Ryan really doesn't know, but Bishop Ronis does. That's why he kept it."
The medicine to treat Her Majesty the Queen. It can come in handy when necessary."
Rodhart shouted to the swordsmen of the Holy Knights far outside the temple: "Quickly send a team to the Magic Academy to recover Bishop Javi." He had noticed something abnormal and turned to look at the priest.
He said sternly: "Nonsense. If Bishop Ronis really knew it earlier, why didn't he treat Her Majesty the Queen earlier? Who asked you to spread false information to lure Bishop Javi away?".
The priest looked at Rodhart and said slowly and calmly: "That's because Bishop Ronis was not completely sure before, and he never thought that Her Majesty the Queen would be used and hijacked by others... Isn't this nonsense?
In fact, it doesn’t matter, the most important thing is to make Her Majesty the Queen feel better, don’t you think so, sir?”
The veins in Rodhart's hands throbbed. He almost wanted to step forward and chop off the priest's feet with a sword, and then ask slowly. Just based on those words, he could be sure that the priest was at least that person.
A group of people. But no matter how he looked at this person, he seemed to be powerless. But out of an intuition, he did not dare to take action.
No matter how ordinary and inconspicuous a person looks on the outside, but if he can maintain such indifference and calmness under such circumstances, there is definitely something extraordinary.
There was no sparkle in the pastor's indifferent eyes, but it gave Rodhart a strange chill. He looked at the ministers around him and said, "If you don't believe it, you can just let me try and find out." Bishop Ronis left
The good medicine I have given you will definitely take away your worries."
"Okay, if you have any medicine, bring it out as soon as possible." The old Marquis of Minsk waved his hand impatiently. In their eyes, even if the identity of this priest is somewhat suspicious, or he may have other motives, it doesn't matter. After all, this is a city surrounded by the Holy Knights.
In the environment, it seems that nothing can be done. But if we can really cure Her Majesty the Queen, even if it is a 1% chance, we cannot give up.
"Yes. But this medicine must be given to Her Majesty the Queen by my own hands in order to be effective." The priest replied and went straight to the Queen on the bed.
"Wait a minute." Rodhart took a step forward, his sword only three feet away from the priest's chest. "This person's identity is suspicious and we must not allow him to approach His Majesty at will. Maybe he is a spy sent by the mastermind.
"He shouted, raising his voice. "Here comes someone. Take this person down..."
"Let him try. Anyway, His Majesty is already like this." A voice shouted, it was the Prime Minister.
"No, this person is unidentified..." Rodhart wanted to say more, but at this time he found that the priest did not stop, but continued to walk towards Her Majesty the Queen on the bed, and he was not there at all from beginning to end.
He never cared about Rodhart's sword pointing at him.
The swordsman who heard Rodhart's voice was still dozens of meters away from the palace gate. No matter how wrong he felt, it was impossible not to take action at this time. Rodhart's wrist flicked, and the sword in his hand was
It became a white light toward the priest's chest.
This is absolutely an impeccable sword. From completely still to electric-like movement, it is as natural as movement is stillness and movement. There is no sharp and sharp sword energy, but it is just the essence contained in this sword.
And the meaning is definitely more lethal than ten swords that are as fast as thunder and murderous.
"Okay." General Thomas couldn't help but drink in a deep voice. He had to admit that the disciple of Captain Roland had indeed made the right choice. It was just that he raised his hand and struck a sword with the exception of Roland himself.
No one can match it anymore.
But as the word "good" ended, the tone of the tone changed while it was still in the general's throat. Because what he saw was Rodhart staggering back after thrusting this exquisite sword.
The ordinary priest who seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary just raised his hand, flicked his hand, and pushed forward with the other hand. These two extremely ordinary actions made the acting head of the Holy Knights lose his temper.
He flicked it away with a sword and pushed him away.
To be precise, he didn't push away, but Rodhart dodged it himself. Although the priest's movements did seem casual, natural and ordinary, the white fighting spirit light in the outstretched hand had already
It shows that this is indeed not an ordinary action, and he is not an ordinary person.
This man's movements looked very ordinary. That's because he was more natural and natural than Rodhart's sword. His fingers filled with fighting spirit completely eliminated the offensive and sword power of Rodhart's sword.
He pushed the sword peak away completely and at the same time pushed Rodhart's chest with his other hand, causing Rodhart to retreat.
Rodhart was not really pushed back by the man, but was forced to retreat. If the hand that glowed with white fighting spirit was pushed firmly on the chest, it would probably be the same as being stabbed with a sword.
There was no difference, so he had to retreat. In a hurry, he completely retracted all the power sent forward by the stage and then moved backward, making him almost unable to stand firm.
What was greater than the shock in his body was Rodhart's expression. It was not just that he had made a decision in this confrontation, but that he saw a strange change in the priest's body while he was forcing him back.
.The originally slightly short body was actually growing taller and bigger. He could almost hear the muscles deforming and bones reorganizing in this person's body, and the outline of the body had completely changed.
Although his face still looked ordinary, Rodhart had already recognized who it was from the man's changed figure and movements. His expression had become distorted, and his voice had completely changed his tone: "Yes.
you?"
The man ignored him and continued to stride towards Her Majesty the Queen's bed.
"Stop him. He is the murderer behind the scenes, the murderer who assassinated Bishop Ronis." Rodhart shouted at the top of his lungs. He drew his sword, got up again, and charged forward.
The expressions of everyone who heard his words were distorted by the same horror as him, with the exception of the Prime Minister. Instead, she stepped forward and held back the old Marquis of Minsk and General Thomas who were about to rush forward.
Rodhart's sword strike this time was a hundred times more violent, ferocious, and violent than the sudden attack just now. He had almost gambled himself into this sword strike.
The man still took action, and the white fighting spirit light was also more intense than before. But this time he no longer brushed it, but caught it.
No one could tell clearly whether the violent sword force like a mountain torrent rushed into that hand, or whether that hand grabbed the sword that erupted like a mountain torrent. They could only see the light of the sword entering the hand, and then blood splashed out from the hand.
But more blood spurted out from Rodhart's mouth. He could no longer hide from this powerful sword. The man's other hand clenched into a fist and hit him on the chest. Everyone
Everyone could hear the strange sound of the sharp twisting sound of the steel armor denting and the sound of the brittle bones breaking. Then they saw Rodhart flying back with a large amount of blood spurting from his mouth.