The academic discussion between the skeletons and the "resurrected" did not last long, as the crowd in the church hall began to disperse as the three traveling noble knights finished their food one by one. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Bishop Cleaver came to the dining hall alone, and when he saw the food on the plate on the long table, his face suddenly showed a hint of apology, but he did not apologize for it. The middle-aged man, who had devoted most of his life to the belief in Shenghui, looked around and paced down a wooden chair.

His palms were thin, and his fingers were covered with wrinkles and spots, like dried turnips, and he rubbed the armrests of his chair, and after a moment's thought, looked at the three young knights with a very kind gaze.

"Bishop Clifford, what's the matter?"

The humble food was not taken to heart by Cody, and since the meeting, he has always had a good impression of the church principal in the Northland town, but at this time, the identity of the other party will definitely not come to chat with the three of them about topics such as "the weather is good today" for no reason.

Cody's guess was quickly confirmed.

Bishop Cliffor sat on a wooden chair at the table, forming a diamond shape with three noble knights—Alyssa and Cody flanked closer, and Lars farther away.

His eyes, those that were still clear for his age, suddenly became serious, and a deep tone with a thick Weisde accent came out of his throat, "Three brave young men, have you encountered anything in the mountains of Nogo?" ”

"A skeleton - no, a bunch of undead!"

"The Reborn!"

Miss Knight was the first to answer, and her two companions were quick to add.

"The Reborn?"

Bishop Cliffor's fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, and there was a hint of emotion on his flat face, "A group of resurrectants? Is this Deere's invasion? ”

"Quite possibly, Lord Bishop. The power of the scourge always becomes active after war. Cody replied in agreement, because of the habitual nature of some of the Dill forces, it is very likely that Bishop Cliffor had made the right guess.

"We found it in an abandoned village to the northeast."

Alyssa looked at Bishop Colliver with her eyes open, and there was a light in her eyes—a faint anticipation of excitement and pleasure.

"So you encountered a bunch of resurrectors in that abandoned village?" Bishop Cleaver had already noticed the attire of the three noble knights. The ends of his hair were scattered, his armor was muddy, and there were still some slash marks on his head, and the girl beside him was even injured by it—the sword mark on his cheek was so striking on the snow-white skin.

Bishop Cleaver stood up, and whispered the words of the Grace of Grace as a holy, warm milky white light rose from the tip of his right finger—and the light soon turned into a ball that drifted toward the Lady Knight.

Soft and warm, like the feeling of drinking a large bowl of hot soup on a cold winter night, Alyssa couldn't help but moan comfortably, the crispy numbness faded from her cheeks, Alyssa reached out and touched it gently-

Smooth and smooth. The wound site, which was originally scabbed, quickly turned back to its original intact skin.

[Holy Healing]!

Alyssa is no stranger to this spell. Because of her mother, she was very familiar with everything in the church, and in the past, when she followed her mother into the church to participate in various prayer services, she had seen the clergy cast such spells more than once—those nobles, officers, and mercenaries who had been injured for various reasons, all of their injuries were alleviated to varying degrees in the same milky white light.

The recovery speed of the basic [Healing Technique] is very slow, and only the [Holy Healing Technique] can achieve this effect.

And the [Holy Healing Technique] must be a cleric of the [Awakening Realm] to be able to cast it—this shows that the Lord Bishop in front of him has at least the power of the Awakening level. Thinking of this, and then thinking about the fate that the hateful "skeleton" was going to face, Alyssa's mood instantly improved.

Hmph -

Alyssa clenched her little fists, her fingers crackling.

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"Little Stone" Stonen stood at the intersection of the town, looking around. Beside him, there was also a group of knights of the Holy Radiance Church, their eyes were cold, almost expressionless, as if they were examining prisoners, carefully examining every pedestrian entering and leaving the town.

Every carriage was scrutinized, the ropes of the tarps were untied, the nailed wooden boxes were pried open, and all sorts of miscellaneous items and goods were turned into a mess—a disturbing act that displeased the merchants and travelers, but they did nothing but spread their hands and shrugged their shoulders helplessly at each other.

"Gawain, are we making too much of a fuss?"

Bishop Cliffor's nephew, a hairy boy from the South, Chris asked hesitantly. This kind of strict examination had been going on for a whole hour, and there was even a serious jam at the intersection of the town, and the whispers of the merchants rang out from time to time, and Chris had participated in this kind of operation for the first time, and he always felt that it was not a reasonable thing to make such a big battle because of the so-called "necromancer clue".

In particular, so far, the operation has not yielded any results - the results of the "necromancer clue".

It was only when Chris said this that he regretted it - his fellow church members stared at him with idiotic eyes. Chris instantly felt embarrassed.

In the long queue of the town streets in front of the intersection, another carriage came to the intersection - in this northern land where bandits are rampant and rebellions are rampant, for the sake of security and security, the town has already been surrounded by a high fence, and there is only one intersection in and out.

A fat man in a golden silk dress jumped out of the carriage, whose tonnage was a few points more than that of the "little stone", and his greasy face was full of smiles, and after whispering a few words to the militia captain of the town of White Stone, he felt out two small bags from his wide sleeves.

Two heavy little cloth bags. "Little Stone" Stonen replied with a smile, weighed his hand slightly, and turned to walk to the church knight beside him.

Subsequently, several carriages belonging to the "fat man in gold" were quickly released after a slight symbolic inspection.

The sun shone through the clouds and sprinkled on everyone's face. Some young chamber of commerce buddies and travelers saw this scene, their faces showed resentment, and they wanted to rush forward to theorize, but they were stopped by their slightly older companions beside them.

Gawain Joyce, as well as the knights of the Church, stood in the afternoon sun, their bright armor wrinkled and shining, looking more and more sacred and solemn.