Outside the city of Dara, in a huge manor, many servants are doing various jobs. But if you look closely, you can see that although they are very skilled in the work at hand, there is always a kind of trepidation in their expressions, and their actions are a little cringe, obviously afraid of something.

"Emily, do you know? A maid cleaning the hall was talking to another maid in a low voice.

"I know that since the little young master has been unconscious since he returned home from injury, Lord Viscount's temper has become more and more irritable. The slightest carelessness can cause a lot of trouble. The maid known as Emily whispered, "But what can be done?" Lina, let's not talk about it, just concentrate and don't make any mistakes. ”

"Hmm. The maid, who was called Lina, replied, "You're right. ”

At this moment, the sound of something broken and an exclamation could be faintly heard from inside the mansion, followed by a roar, crying, and whipping......

The two maids looked at each other in horror, and quickly lowered their heads and began to concentrate on their work.

And the cause of all this, Muse Newton, was lying unconscious in bed. A priest dressed in a red robe and wearing a crown inlaid with a large ruby was standing beside him, holding a scepter made entirely of silver in his left hand and a holy emblem in his right hand, chanting a hymn in a low voice.

As he chanted, a light slowly formed in front of him, and then fell on the muse.

This light enveloped the muse's body, slowly seeping into the muse's body, healing the muse's injuries.

Only when the light had penetrated the muse's body did the priest put away the emblem and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his free hand.

He turned to the maid standing beside him and said, "Go and ask the Viscount to come over." ”

"Okay, please wait a moment, Lord Bishop. The maid replied. After bowing to the bishop, the maid departed.

Soon, with the sound of hurried footsteps, Arte Newton, the father of the muse, pushed the door open and entered the room.

With a look of hope on his face, he asked, "Bishop Clay, is my son awake?"

"I'm sorry, but I've done my best to perform a high-level divine technique, the Healing of the Holy Light, and I can confirm that the body of the young master of the muse is absolutely normal. But it seems that his coma is not caused by physical reasons, and there is nothing I can do about it. Bishop Clay shook his head and said helplessly.

Hearing this Bishop Clayte say this, Atro's face could not hide his sadness and disappointment at this moment, but he quickly noticed that he was a little out of shape, quickly adjusted, and asked, "Is there no other way?"

"I'm sorry, but there's really nothing I can do about it. Bishop Clay hesitated for a moment, then continued, "When I was performing my magic spell, I seemed to feel a hint of gloom in the head of the young master of the muse......

Before Bishop Clay could finish speaking, Atro's eyes flashed, and he asked repeatedly, "You mean...... It's possible that my son will be hurt by his soul!?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure. If you want to know if this is the reason, Viscount Atro, you still need to take Young Master Muse to the Grand Temple for inspection, as far as I know, it is likely to go to the royal city. ”

Bishop Clayt had a hint of displeasure on his face, and seemed unhappy with Atro for interrupting him,

"Now that it has been confirmed that the young master of the muse is in good health, it is useless for me to continue to stay here, and I will preside over the evening prayer in the temple, so I will leave first. With that, he turned around and walked out the door.

Atro keenly sensed the dissatisfaction in Bishop Clayte's words, and after signaling the maid on the side to take good care of the muse with his eyes, he hurriedly chased after him and said, "Bishop Clay, don't be in such a hurry, I have prepared a banquet, and I will feel very honored if you can participate." ”

"No, as a servant of the God of Light, I am not allowed to attend this kind of banquet. Bishop Clyte didn't look back, refusing.

"Well, then you must not refuse the gratitude of a worried father for being able to take time out of your busy schedule to treat my son. Atro caught up with Bishop Clay and walked side by side with him.

Hearing this, Bishop Clayt slowed down, intentionally or unintentionally.

With a secret smile on his face, Atro turned his head and commanded backwards, "Steward of Tlal, go to the temple of the God of Light and buy a coup for ten thousand gold coins. ”

"Understood, Lord Viscount. An old man who followed Atro answered, and after saluting Atro, he stepped back.

At this time, Atro whispered to Bishop Clayte, "Bishop Clet, I have prepared a small gift for you...... It's been put on your wagon...... Don't say no, it's just a little thank you from a father......"

Bishop Clayt smiled at this time, and he made a sacrament on his chest and said, "May the light shine on you forever." Lord Viscount, your piety is touching. I believe that with the blessing of the God of Light, Master Muse will be safe and sound. ”

Atro smiled and replied, "May the light shine on you and me forever." ”

Bishop Clay nodded in satisfaction, and his steps slowed.

Atro sent Bishop Clett to the vestibule in the manor. Bishop Clayter's carriage, which was carved from fine wood and draped with the scriptures of the Holy Light, was pulled by two white horses that did not have a trace of variegated color.

Eight tall knights in silver-white armor with angel emblems led their tall horses and stood on either side of the carriage, their waists straight.

A priest was also standing beside the carriage, holding a copy of the Holy Light Canon, whispering it.

The pastor was very sensitive and sensed that someone was coming. He looked up, but saw Atro and Bishop Clet approaching, and he hurriedly led the knights to give a sacrament to Bishop Clet.

Bishop Clay nodded and said, "Pastor Owen, get ready, I'm going back to the temple." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. The pastor replied respectfully. Then he got into the carriage behind him, tidying up the interior of the carriage, lighting the incense in the car, lighting the spell lamp, and so on.

At this time, Bishop Clay turned to Atro and said: "As for the injury of the young master of the muse, although I can't help it, but I used to be a colleague with the current archbishop of the Cathedral, Naro, I can write you a letter of introduction, if you want to go to seek treatment for the muse, I think it will make it a little convenient for him to come here." ”

"That's so much appreciated, I really don't know how to thank you for your help. Atro thanked in surprise.

The God of Light teaches us that we can ascend to the kingdom of God by being merciful to the world. Bishop Clayt said with a look of compassion.

Atro smiled in agreement.

Soon, Pastor Owen came out of the carriage and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, everything is ready, please get on board." ”

After Bishop Clay said goodbye to Atro, he boarded the carriage. Reverend Owen took the coachman's seat, flicked his whip, and the lavish carriage drove out along the paved path in the courtyard. The eight Templars also mounted their horses and followed closely behind.

Atro watched them leave with a smile and waved to Bishop Clayter's carriage like an old friend for many years......