Thinking that he was leaving this town where he had lived for more than ten years, Sawa drooped his head, a little distracted.

Recalling all the things I did in the academy, those laughter, those tears, and those partners, all of them have become history, and they will all leave me.

Looking at the listless teenager, the man sighed slightly, "Repair the wound first!" With that, he walked out.

Sawyer stared blankly at his ghost hand for half an hour, and when he turned his gaze, he suddenly saw a heavy sword leaning against the wall.

He slowly moved his body to the side of the bed, got out of bed with difficulty, and walked towards the heavy sword.

The heavy hoops and chains on his left arm made him heavy on the left side and light on the right, and the wound on his leg made him walk staggeringly, as if he were drunk, and he could fall down at any moment.

However, he used to be an excellent swordsman, so his physical fitness was not bad, and he didn't seem to be steady at every step, but he always maintained his balance.

At a distance of less than ten meters, the young man struggled with all his strength and endured severe pain, and finally walked to the side of the heavy sword.

The heavy sword, which is very ordinary, is made of very common iron, and it is not sharp, and there are several gaps in the blade.

At this time, the sword body was very clean, and there was no dirty blood, presumably the man had cleaned it.

Sawyer stretched out his right hand and grasped the hilt of his sword, his godless eyes sharpening at this moment.

Once in the academy, the teacher who taught them swordsmanship said that as a swordsman, you must never leave the sword, and you must fight when you hold the sword.

He wanted to pick up the heavy sword, but he couldn't hold it, he couldn't exert any strength in his body, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

He had no choice but to drag the heavy sword, staggered to the side of the bed, leaned the heavy sword against the side of the bed, and then lay down and closed his eyes.

While Sawyer was asleep, the man walked in with a few pieces of clothing, he walked to the young man's side, his eyes slightly closed, his right hand touched his forehead, his lips moved slightly, he lowered his head and muttered, the cross behind him exuded a turquoise light, containing the power of revival.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, his pupils were slightly green, and he waved his right hand at the young man, and the turquoise light of the cross poured into the young man's body.

The turquoise light lingered around the boy's body, and the boy's body did not seem to change much, but the wound under his bandages was slowly healing.

……

……

The next day at noon.

The warm sunlight shines through the window, sprinkled on the slightly pale face of the young man, and the whiter it looks.

Sawyer opened his sleepy eyes, got up and stretched lazily, his bones crackling.

He was surprised to find that his injuries had healed a lot, the pain was gone, and most of his strength had recovered.

Sawyer obviously knew that it was the man who healed him, and the priesthood was a profession with strong healing powers.

However, he was still amazed that such a serious injury had recovered to this state overnight, presumably the strength of this priest was not ordinary.

He easily picked up the heavy sword leaning against the side of the bed, and couldn't help swinging it in the small space, his movements stiff and incoherent due to the limitations of the bandages.

So, he sat down, put his heavy sword aside, and tried to untie the bandages that were wrapped around his body.

At this time, the bandage was full of coagulated blood, dark red, and he carefully ripped open the bandage on his abdomen, circle by circle, very smoothly, and when he pulled a layer of bandage close to the skin, it would inevitably cause a tingling pain.

As soon as Sawyer gritted his teeth, he survived, and saw the scars that had just healed, and Sawyer's eyes showed a look of fear, which was fear from the bottom of his heart, as if he remembered the scene of being chased by goblins again.

After a moment of trance, he quickly untied the bandages in various other places.

Without the bandages, Sawyer looked much more energetic, but his tattered clothes couldn't hide his muscular muscles and a few faded scars.

"Crunch-"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked towards Sawyer.

"Thank you very much!" Sawyer bowed deeply to the figure.

He knew in his heart that if he hadn't met this man, then he would have died nine times a lifetime, so to speak, this life was given by this man.

"That's the purpose of the church, and you don't have to be too grateful." The man stood in front of Sawyer, looking up and down, his brow furrowed slightly.

Sawyer didn't pay much attention to it, but after the man's scrutiny, he subconsciously looked around him, which was a little embarrassing.

His clothes were so torn that he would definitely be beaten up as a hooligan if he walked out like this.

He shook his head, a little embarrassed, after all, he only had this clothes.

Seeing Sawyer's appearance, the man couldn't help but smile, then slowly walked to the wardrobe, took out a set of clothes, put them on the bed, pointed to a wooden bucket, and said, "There is a bucket of water, you can wash it briefly, and then change this clothes on." ”

Sawyer hurriedly thanked him, he had nothing to repay for the man's favor, he could only express his gratitude to him.

With a wave of his palm, the man pushed open the door and walked out.

Suo flax took off his clothes and washed them, and the blood scabs mixed with the dirt stuck to his body, making him uncomfortable.

After washing and changing into new clothes, Sawyer looked heroic, his obsidian eyes bright and deep.

The blue vest was worn on his body, but it could not cover his powerful muscles, especially the eight-pack abs, which were particularly conspicuous.

The blue pants seemed to match the shirt, and the boots fit snugly around the trouser legs, matching his tall frame.

Sawyer was also satisfied, but the twisted ghost hand spoiled the scenery.

Since it is a foregone conclusion, there is no need to deliberately change it, Sawyer seems to have seen a lot.

The bright sun outside called to him, and he couldn't wait to walk out.

It is sparsely populated, with a few houses scattered and quiet, probably on the edge of the town.

Bathed in the sun, he wielded his heavy sword, full of strength, flowing smoothly, without the slightest superfluous movement.

"Good swordsmanship." The man came from a distance and complimented.

"Not very good yet, oh yes, I don't know what your name is?" Sawyer paused and asked.

"Don't know who I am, the plague of Kazan here has been temporarily postponed by me, and I have to go back to the church to restore my life." The man said slowly.

"And when will we see you again?" Sawyer hurriedly asked, after all, he has not repaid the great kindness of others.

"I'll see you again, so let's say goodbye!"

"Rees Mountains, north of the town of Osi." The man looked at the horizon with his hands in his hands, his eyes flashing slightly.

Sawyer didn't say anything, bowed to the man, and walked away.

Sawyer was alone, his back was slightly desolate, and the man looked at Sawyer's thin back and said to himself, "I hope that the path pointed to him is correct." ”

The journey is destined to be long, but Sawyer is full of yearning, how about Kazan syndrome? What about the ghost hands? As long as you stick to your heart, how can it set off storms!

As time passed, dusk had arrived, and the sky had taken on a faint red.

And there are more pedestrians on the road, and there are always a few strange eyes falling on Sawyer, which makes Sawa feel very uncomfortable, but has to endure it.

According to Sawyer's estimates, in two days, he should be able to get out of Ossi Town.

His stomach growled, but he was penniless, destined to starve, and to sleep on the streets.

At this moment, the sound of leisurely footsteps sounded behind Sawyer, from far to near, becoming clearer and clearer......