Young people go fast. Kormit chased him for a long time before he stopped, turned back vigilantly, and thrust back in anger a gold coin that was about to fall out of his coat.

The priest then noticed that the young man's clothes were not only shabby, but also loose and did not fit, and were barely tied to his body with a strip of cloth. But he was fair-skinned, weatherless, and did not look like a poor hunter.

The young man's eyes fell on his blood-stained hammer, and Kormit suddenly realized that he was carrying a hammer to chase after him, and looked like a robbery, and quickly raised a hand to show that he had no ill intentions.

"Rest assured. He joked awkwardly, "I'm not going to snatch back the money I just paid, you deserve it." ”

The corners of the young man's mouth tugged downward, and the expression on his face was simple and easy to understand—"You might as well try." ”

For a moment Kormit was curious about him, and he felt a little reckless. He didn't know who this strange young man really was, and for what purpose he was trying to save him...... But for some reason, he instinctively felt that he was trustworthy.

“...... Do you need money?" he asked, following his instincts, as the young man began to look impatient.

"Does anyone not need it?" the young man asked coldly.

Kormit couldn't help but smile.

"How about a deal?" he asked, "if you will come with me on a trip to Balach, and keep me safe with your arrows, I can pay you more gold." ”

He had no intention of doing so - not until he was ambushed. Now he felt that he could not hesitate any longer...... Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to teleport.

Probably many of the believers were willing to escort him free of charge. But......

The young man looked at him silently from head to toe, as if quite skeptical of what he was talking about as "more gold."

"I'm not really a rich man, but I'm definitely a generous employer. Kormit assured him. "Fifty...... How about a hundred gold coins to pay you half first?"

He didn't know why he was so generous - although a priest should not be obsessed with wealth, a hundred gold coins was almost half of his savings, and it was all his own hard-earned earnings...... Perhaps he was not used to being looked down upon like this.

The young man lowered his gaze to the ground, as if in serious consideration, and finally nodded after a few moments.

"Deal. He said.

Kurmit unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"What shall I call you?" he asked.

“...... Kellian. The young man replied.

That's mostly a pseudonym. But Kormit didn't care.

"You can call me Kormit. He patted his chest, "I'm a ...... Priest. ”

He stared at the young man's face, but saw no surprise—Kellian looked at him indifferently. There was no expression on his face.

Either he knew who he was or he didn't care, which made it harder for Kormit to tell if he had something else in mind.

The priest shrugged his shoulders and decided to let go of those senseless doubts. A faint pain in his arm reminded him. He needed a guard. In the present situation, this strange young man who had arrived at the door would not have been much more suspicious than the mercenary he had chosen after careful understanding, and he did not have the time...... Besides, who in this world can be completely trusted? He just needs to be vigilant and keep his mouth shut.

They walked back into the forest. Look around again at the corpses - not all of them. The guy who was knocked to the ground by him first was not dead, perhaps knowing that he couldn't run away with a broken leg, the injured man simply gave up the struggle, and just sat there with his back against a tree with a gloomy face. Appears unusually calm.

“...... Do we have a grudge?" asked Kormit.

The man stared at him in silence, neither nodding. He didn't shake his head, and there was something in his eyes that a priest had seen before...... That made him understand that he wouldn't be asking for anything from this man, and that the ambushers wouldn't have anything on them that would prove their true identity.

He straightened up, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"If you're willing to stay here and watch him wait for me to come back, I can pay you another five gold coins. He turned back to Kellian.

The young man frowned, clearly reluctant.

"You can also choose to go to town and tell the garrison that there are a few robbers who have attempted robbery waiting for him to deal with, and I am waiting here. Kormit shrugged, "I'll pay you five gold coins anyway." ”

“...... I stay. The young man said.

Kormit laughed, and found himself getting to know the strange guy - at least, he seemed to hate dealing with people.

The garrison was so nervous about the attack on the priest that they had to stay in town for the night before leaving for Balah early the next morning.

They rode along the river. From time to time, the river was breaking through the ice with a dull loud noise, disturbing the priest's thoughts and making the two sturdy little mares seem very uneasy. Two days later they turned into the forest path, but the two horses were still snorting nervously, as if they had a premonition of some danger.

Even Kormit couldn't help but occasionally look into the dense forest on either side, but Kelion remained calm...... Or don't care. Along the way, Kormit also benefited from his superb archery skills and picky food - young people hate fires, but when they barbecue meat, they are attentive and unusually serious, and they don't mind sharing. It's like he seems to value money, but carelessly ties his heavy money bag around his waist, with a strange contradiction, but it's not annoying, it's just funny.

When he could see the glow of the crystal spire of the Brandy's library from afar through the trees, Kormit even felt a slight regret that he was going to part ways with the young man who was so silent—and to be honest, he had some unspeakable regret that nothing had happened but he still had to pay a hundred gold coins.

But they did not reach the towering gates of Balach.

As he was about to leave the forest, Kellian suddenly reined in his horse, drew his longbow toward the dense forest to the west, and raised his hand without a sound as an arrow.

Kormit had thought he had found some more prey...... But I heard a human exclamation.

"Hey!wait!" he blurted out, "Are you sure that's the enemy?!"

He is not against preemptive strikes, but if the wrong person is killed...... He's a pastor!

Kellian lowered his bow and glanced back at him coldly.

"Not dead. He said.

A vulgar scolding confirmed his answer...... It also confirmed that it was not actually the enemy.

There was no ambush from the forest, only a big, angry man roared and rushed over.

"Are you blind?!I'm a human being, not a wild boar!"

The sturdy hunter swung his axe angrily, his dark golden hair and beard tangled together like a savage, and nowhere did he have an arrow stuck in his body—and Kellian had not shot him.

"Really?" replied the young man indifferently, as he looked at the hunter who had been furious after the start, "it smells like that." ”

Kormit smiled wryly and shook his head, and could only sincerely apologize.

But he had just spat out the word "sorry", turned his gaze to his hunter and was stunned, and suddenly shouted in a completely different tone:

"Lord Pastor!"

Anger instantly turned into surprise and excitement, and the hunter bowed nervously and respectfully to Kormit, "I didn't expect to meet you here, this must be God's guidance!"

Kormit was slightly surprised—he wasn't the kind of missionary priest of Copas, and there weren't many followers who knew him outside of Bayou and the surrounding villages.

"I'm Andy Barlow. The hunter brushed his messy hair, seemingly frustrated that the priest didn't remember his name, "I was blessed by you in Bayou when I followed Haryat to hunt down those damned necromancers......

"Ahh Kormit finally remembered, "Are your people nearby?"

"In Gabriel, my lord. Andy looked up at him expectantly, "We need your help......!" Well, the priest who was with us, Enoch Achill, he's dead!"

Kormit was shocked.

"How did you die?" he asked eagerly.

Of course he knew Enoch. There weren't many priests in Nesses, and even fewer young pastors like Enoch who were already able to take charge on their own, and each one was precious. He had just been attacked a few days earlier, and now Enoch was dead...... What's going on?

Andy shook his head blankly, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes: "Haryat said that he probably met a powerful necromancer, just like the woman who fled...... But no one can tell, we haven't even found his body. ”

“...... Since no body has been found, how can you be sure that he is dead? Kurmit calmed down.

His screams were heard. We found a big puddle of blood outside the village, no one could shed that much blood and still be alive......" Andy's voice grew lower, "Khaliat released the pigeons, but he was worried about accidents, so he asked me to go to Balach to find a contact......"

Komitta nodded, lost in thought.

He can still go to Balach first, there is less than half a day left...... But such a hasty visit made no sense to him, and the short time might be enough to save Enoch if he were still alive.

In any case, he could not leave the soldiers who were ordered to do so in danger.

“...... Maybe it's time for us to break up. He turned his head to look at Kellian, "Since you haven't arrived in Balach...... How about I pay you an extra ten gold coins, and the deal is over?"

Kellian glared at him silently. As his blue, blackened eyes grew brighter and brighter in anger, Kormit had already guessed his answer.

(To be continued......)