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"Now, there should only be one Light Priest left!" Roland decided to change the subject.

"Yes, a priest is very important, and we have to find a priest who is experienced in adventure."

"May I join your adventure party?" A soft, slightly timid voice came from the side.

Roland and the black-robed man turned their heads together, and next to him stood a young man in a shabby white robe, with blue hair and blue eyes, a delicate face, holding an animal skin book in both hands, standing cramped and uneasy.

If it weren't for the Adam's apple on his throat, Roland would have thought he was a girl, this boy gave people a feminine feeling.

"You're too small, what we need is Priest Light!" The black-robed man's voice became kinder.

"I'm already a Priest of Light, a profession I just got promoted to yesterday." The boy said eagerly.

"It's a teenage genius, do you have any adventure experience?" The black-robed man continued to smile and asked, and Roland felt that his laughter was worse than crying.

"Nope!" The boy's voice became very small.

"What we need is a seasoned priest of light!" The black-robed man waved his hand, trying to get the boy to leave.

"Please, let me join your adventures, please!" The boy was in tears as he kept bowing to the two of them.

It's a pity that this person was born a man, Roland looked at the crying boy, and actually felt that he had a feeling of 'pear blossoms with rain' and 'I feel pity'.

"What are big men crying about? The more you cry, the more people are willing to let you join their adventure party. "The voice of the black-robed man is worse than the call of a male duck.

This guy is stinging enough, Roland shook his head on the side, but he didn't want to interject, after all, the black-robed man is relatively good at team tasks, and his teammates will be left to him to choose.

Being scolded by the black-robed man like this, the young man's tears flowed even more happily, and Roland really couldn't bear to see it, and he was trying to persuade him.

"Why do you have to join our adventure?" The black-robed man turned his head away from the young man and asked coldly.

"Because there are a lot of black stones in the griffon's nest, the lord... The Bishop needed it to heal the sick. The boy wiped a handful of tears and said in a choked voice.

"Black Shine Stone? This is a very rare hedron. Roland looked at the black-robed man and spoke.

"Priest Bright can't do anything, and he needs Black Shine Stone to cure the disease." There seemed to be a knot in the black-robed man's voice, and he asked, "Could it be a necromantic curse?" ”

The young man nodded, and the words of the black-robed man seemed to touch his heart, and the tears that were about to be stopped began to fall down again.

"Necromancy is truly powerful!" Roland knew very well that the Necromantic Curse was a magic developed by a necromancer alone, and only a necromancer could use it.

In mainland legends, necromancers have been necrotic and rotten due to their excessive use of necromantic spells, but they are still alive.

Necromancy is the complete mirror image of one's own state to the cursed person, until he becomes another necromancer.

Rotting is nothing to a necromancer, but if a normal person's body slowly decays but can't die, that kind of pain can no longer be described with vicious, such words as this spell are powerful.

The black-robed man stood up suddenly, walked around with his hands behind his back, seemed to be very troubled, and walked back and forth several times.

And when he heard that the young man was still crying quietly, he scolded in annoyance: "Crying, you know how to cry, you have no ability at all, you are a bad seed!" ”

The young man was drunk by the black-robed man, took a few steps back timidly, and suppressed his crying, but there was no way to stop the tears.

"After the mission is completed, we will give him the Black Shine Stone!" Roland didn't understand what the black-robed man was worried about.

"What do you know!"

The black-robed man snorted coldly, and then found that such a tone was a bit rude, and paused and said: "The black Yaoshi can't be measured by gold coins, although I only need the dark staff, even if you don't care, you can give him your share, but what about the others?" ”

"If you want to lift the necromantic curse, you need more than two Black Shine Stones to completely exorcise it!"

"How many Black Stones are in the Griffon's Nest?" Roland asked.

"It won't be more than five."

That is to say, it may be three, it may be four, and it is difficult to say that there are only two black yaoshi.

It seems that there must be two people who give up the black Yaoshi at the same time, but the black-robed man said that this thing is too valuable, and others may not be willing to let go, Roland frowned as he thought.

"Your Bishop, it should be in the Golden Fields!" Roland asked suddenly.

The boy nodded, looking at Roland strangely, not understanding why he was asking this question.

"Take me to see it, maybe I can find a way!" Thinking of the magic of Mizuki's battle qi, Roland guessed in his heart that he might be able to dissolve this curse.

"Your Excellency is a martial artist, how is it possible..."The young man wiped away his tears and snot one by one, looking quite surprised.

"If I ask you to lead the way, you will honestly lead the way, what are you talking about!"

The black-robed man shouted loudly, he had just seen that Roland's means of dissolving his dark magic power had some hope for Roland, of course, it was not very big.

The young man seemed to have an inexplicable fear of the black-robed man, and as soon as he shouted, he immediately led the way obediently.

Roland smiled knowingly, this guy really likes to pretend to be evil, strange hobbies.

The three of them walked out of the shrine, and the two warriors were still slashing at each other, but looking at the appearance of their swords, it could be seen that they had no strength, but they were just holding on, competing to see whose willpower was better.

The winner has not yet been decided, Roland sighed, is there any point in such a fight?

The black-robed man patted the winner of the first duel and said, "We have something to leave for a while, you can tell the other winning companion later, wait in the temple, we will be back soon." ”

The warrior stared at the three of them with strange eyes and nodded.

He wasn't worried about Roland and the black-robed man sneaking away, he was just wondering, a dark mage, a light priest, a martial artist, three professions that couldn't be close to each other, what to do when they went out together?

The boy took the two of them to a remote place on the outskirts of the city, where there stood a small church, which was almost uninhabited, and the occasional person or two around bypassed the church.

There was a faint and miserable moan from the church, and when the boy burst into the church, he burst into tears.

There was a strange smell in the whole church, so bad that Roland had to hold his breath.

With Roland's martial arts cultivation, he can hold his breath for about two hours, and if he grows longer, he will easily hold his breath and go mad, the black-robed man does not seem to have similar abilities, he used wide long sleeves to cover almost his entire head.

The two followed the cry to a hut, and Roland finally knew where the smell came from.

On the bed of the hut lay a woman, dressed in a white priest's robe, but stained with yellow, red and white water, and her hair, which should have been blonde, turned into a grassy yellow.

Her eyes were deep in their sockets, dull, and abscesses spread all over her face, red and yellow pus flowed incessantly, and her lips were almost rotten, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

The most disgusting part is that her nose is actually gone, revealing two holes in the black hole, and some bubble-like white liquid flows out and in with the breath.

The first time Roland saw this kind of situation, he only felt sick to his stomach, this person's appearance was already terrifying to the point of disgusting, if it was just a rotting corpse, but she was still a living human being.