Chapter 27 There Are only Seven People in a Cathedral-Level Church, There Must Be an Ulterior Conspiracy

Now that he knows that the black-haired warrior in front of him, who looks badly injured but always gives people a sense of threat, is actually the heir to the lord of the land under his feet—although the heir can be removed according to the current situation—this It's easy to say.

Quickly opened the door and let the two of them in. An apologist ran towards the back of the main hall, as if to inform the higher-ups. After Joshua expressed his intention, the two priests greeted the living room on the spot, and began to prepare for Joshua. Xiuya performed preliminary wound treatment.

"Please temporarily relieve your left hand's instinctive resistance to the Holy Light."

A priest who looked relatively young explained to Joshua, "You are a gold-level fighter, if you don't cooperate, our magic won't work."

"That's right." Since he was surrounded by a group of legendary priests before, Joshua really forgot that under the level of suppression, even friendly healing would be weakened, so he simply lifted the instinctive rejection of external energy from the battle qi in his left hand , said, "Let's get started."

Hearing this, the two priests nodded, and then cast divine spells at the same time.

"Mantra: Clean." "Mantra: Suspension of blood flow."

It's a normal process of sterilization and hemostasis, but it seems that Joshua's gold-level body is too strong to resist the magic. Yingying, the dust on the three guardian knights was swept away, and the entire reception room was spotless in an instant.

At this time, the apostle knight who had left before had returned, and behind him was a middle-aged senior silver priest. He was full of white hair, but he did not look old, with a straight nose and sharp eyes. It looks very reliable.

"Mr. Artanis."

"Mr. Artanis."

Seeing this, the two priests bowed immediately.

"Done? It's not bad."

Taking a quick glance at Joshua's bloody left hand, the middle-aged priest named Artanis clearly understood how his two students were doing. After encouraging them, he looked directly at The soldier in front of him shook his head and said, "Joshua, why did you make yourself like this?"

"I also want to ask you, Uncle Artanis, why are there so few people in St. Lauren's Cathedral? Listening to the sound, it seems that there is no one else in the entire church except us?"

The two seem to be acquaintances, but now is not the time to chat, the pain shield caused by the anger has completely failed, and the unspeakable pain went straight to the brain from the shattered left hand, Joshua almost gritted his teeth and said this Paraphrase.

"You go to the quiet room with me first."

Artanis naturally knew how painful the injury would be. Without saying a word, he turned his head and walked quickly towards the back of the prayer hall.

Joshua and the two priests followed immediately, and the four knights quickly followed after closing the gate again, but just when Yingying was about to go together, they heard Joshua's order: "Firefly, you Just look around the hall."

"……yes."

Although I don't know why, Yingxiu's beautiful little face clearly has the big character "Mu" written on it, but it's all ordered, so be it.

In the quiet room, the black-haired warrior was sitting on a stone chair, with his left hand placed in the center of a round crystal rune disk, while Priest Artanis was holding fine forceps in his hand, bit by bit turning the bone fragments out of the lump of flesh and blood. Out, the other two priests, one looks very young, seems to be only in his early twenties, the other is at least thirty-four to five-year-old, the younger one is using the divine magic "Shadowless Light", and the slightly older one is using the divine magic. While performing the 'pain relief' operation, a small amount of holy light was emitted to ensure that the condition of Joshua's left hand would not continue to deteriorate.

It is almost no different from modern surgery.

"Okay, the bigger bones have returned to their places, and the smaller ones have been cleaned up, and now we're officially recovering."

After a while, Pastor Artanis let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat off his brow: "I'm old, my eyesight is bad, I almost broke your blood vessels."

The younger pastor immediately complained: "Last year I said I would buy you a pair of goblin glasses for the teacher, but you don't want them yourself."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Staring at his students, the white-haired middle-aged pastor turned serious: "Start."

As soon as he gave an order, a blazing white light rose from his hand, and then poured into the crystal disc. As the god patterns on it were lit up one by one, a milky white light began to flash in its center Under the radiance of this light, Joshua's left hand that had been blasted into pieces began to recover slowly, and then returned to its original state as if time had flown back.

"Okay, it's almost ready."

The middle-aged priest interrupted the energy output, and the milky white light gradually dissipated, but Joshua couldn't wait to try to make a fist, nodded very satisfied and said: "Except for the feeling that the bone is a little leaky, it has indeed been completely healed."

"If there are no accidents, as long as you ensure that you can keep up with the nourishment, with the gold-level self-healing power, you will be able to completely recover to the original state tomorrow."

Pastor Artanis stepped forward, took off the crystal disc, and said seriously: "But be careful, don't use your left hand with all your strength for two weeks, unless you want to come here again-it won't be free next time, if not You are an acquaintance, I will charge three thousand gold coins for this set."

"No problem—but, Uncle Artanis, aren't you a priest of God's Punishment Order? Why is the healing light so powerful all of a sudden?"

Standing up, since the left hand has been healed, Joshua has no reason not to ask this question: "Could it be this, which can convert different kinds of holy light?"

His eyes looked at the crystal disc held in the hand of the white-haired priest.

The ex-legendary warriors don’t remember this kind of thing in the game back then. If it’s really that easy to use, there’s no need to form a group back then. Gray knights, paladins, and judge knights need a few of each, just grab a handful and come here. , How can I be so particular... But there are so many good things taught, it's normal to hide secrets from players.

"That's right, the divine pattern talisman made of spiral crystal can make the blazing holy light, healing holy light, and judging holy light interchangeable. It is because of this that the bishop led the team urgently a month ago, with the absolute Most of the apologists and priests went to the Holy Mountain of the Far Sea, and the result is that there are only seven people in the entire church, otherwise, it would not be the turn of the group of people outside to cause harm."

Sighing, the white-haired priest who claimed to be middle-aged frowned, and said solemnly, "Joshua, I'm not blind or deaf. You, who were originally a middle-level silver man, have advanced to gold, and there is such a thing outside. The big commotion, plus this serious injury—have you already killed that group of people?"

"They're all dead." Concisely speaking, Joshua spoke in a serious tone to the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him, a friend of the old butler, God's Punishment Priest of the Justice Church, Artanis: "Whether it's me The uncle who was behind the scenes is all dead."

"...Cambolle, Vic, you two go out first."

The two pastors heard their teacher's order, even though they were very curious about the next conversation, they walked towards the door very decisively, and the one who left last closed the door behind him.

And Artanis turned his back to Joshua, without saying a word.

Joshua was not surprised at all. This person in front of him was one of the reasons why he came to the church. Of course, the main purpose was to heal his wounds. Artanis is a good friend of the old butler, and the two often drink together in the dwarf bar in the east of the city. At that time, Fan was not old and looked very young, so some people always thought it was a father with a son, or a grandfather with a grandson to drink , Passed back and forth, two friends who made friends because of the same passion for gardening, and finally passed on to a year-end friend who drank and drank, the white-haired pastor immediately asked everyone to call him a "middle-aged man" and stay away from him forever Say the word 'old'.

It is indeed a very interesting thing, if the old housekeeper is still there.

After being silent for a while, Artanis, who had his back to Joshua, suddenly laughed. He turned his head, looked directly at Joshua's red pupils that were so dark that they seemed black, and said happily, "I really didn't expect that it would happen so quickly. , not two days have passed since I received the entrustment."

Shaking his head, he took out a very ordinary letter from his pocket: "Your."

Joshua took the letter, and he noticed the signature written on it in smooth calligraphy.

[To the new head of the Radcliffe family - Joshua van Radcliffe]

【Your Faithful Fan】