Chapter 215: Ascetic Warrior Monk
"No way. ”
Fars glanced at the presiding priest, who was already a little old, and remembered the bishops' comments on this noble priest of Abel that he had seen when he was on the Holy Mountain.
"With the strength of the teacher, in the entire Rocky Kingdom, except for those from the Mage Guild, no one can leave the teacher silently. ”
"What's more, our Holy Court doesn't care about this matter, those Excellencies naturally can't make a move, unless they want to alarm the people of our Holy Mountain, if it is someone with the same strength as the teacher, then the movement will definitely not be so small, and we will definitely be able to get the news." ”
Methodically analyzing, coupled with Fars's dazzling blonde hair and dazzling handsomeness, the several nuns guarding the side were slightly red, and they couldn't help but secretly look at him with the corner of their eyes.
"That's right. ”
Able breathed a sigh of relief at this time, although in terms of identity, as the chief priest of the main church of a country, he was more noble than the young man who had a name in the Holy See's Knights of Light, but in front of Fars, Abel seemed to have a lower status, after all, Fars's future was much brighter than that of him, the chief priest who might not be one step closer in his life.
"The teacher is back!"
Suddenly, Fars suddenly turned to a window at the top of the church, and through the religious patterns depicted on the window, a shining light flew straight in this direction, getting closer and closer. Closer and closer, it fell directly into the church through the skylight that opened in a flash.
"Teacher!"
"Your Excellency, Bishop!"
The light fell, and the figure of Bishop Angelo appeared in place. The gloomy face caused the atmosphere in the whole church to be tense and depressed, and everyone was silent, for fear of accidentally provoking the bishop's anger.
"Teacher, how's it going?"
Naturally, Fars did not have that kind of concern, he was Bishop Angelo's favorite student, and hurriedly walked over to his teacher and asked. Although looking at Angelo's face, there is a bad premonition.
"Didn't chase it back. ”
Angelo shook his head with a calm face, and walked to his seat in the church, the light of the holy light mark on the wall falling on the old man. As if breathing, he rose and fell, "I only chased four people who escaped, but before I could ask anything useful, I broke my heart and committed suicide." Looks like. It was a dead soldier trained by a certain family, and there were no Holy Spirit Crystals found on his body. ”
"So, what about the rest?"
Fars asked hurriedly, there were more than four figures who escaped from the VIP room, and Angelo was not alone behind those people. If others were allowed to pick up the bargain, the chances of the Holy See wanting to recover the Holy Spirit Crystal would become even more and more slim.
"Didn't find it. I didn't find the abominable ones who came out. ”
Angelo took a deep breath and his face slowly calmed down, "I wanted to directly control those people in the auction house, but I was blocked by an old guy from the Mage Guild. ”
"People from the Mage Guild?"
Fars was stunned for a moment, he had never heard that his teacher still knew people in the Mage Guild, and listening to this tone, it seemed that he had a deep grudge.
"Well, a shameless old guy, he had some grievances with me before, but don't worry, he won't make a move on a junior like you, but this time let him know that the person sent by the Holy See is me, it is estimated that our task will be a little difficult this time, that old guy, will definitely stumble secretly." ”
Angelo's eyes flashed with a cold light, it seems that the grievances he said must not be so simple, "Fars, Abel, don't let the people of the Rocky Kingdom catch any sore spots recently, those Templars sent out have also withdrawn first, and the investigation of this mission has temporarily moved to the dark." ”
"Also, immediately report to the Holy See what happened today and ask for some support. ”
"Today, while chasing those people, I seem, feel some dark breath in this city. ”
"The people of the Dark Sanctuary have definitely arrived!"
"Yes!"
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Early the next morning, Film's sweet dream was awakened by a burst of slogans.
"One-two!one-two!one-two!one-two!"
Pushing open the door with a sleepy face, Filin was startled by the neat and orderly line.
The group of boys under Zhao Xin, each holding a wooden gun in their hands, shook up and down regularly with the pace of running, looking at the beads of sweat on the foreheads of those boys, it was obvious that they had begun morning exercise for some time.
Ever since these boys saw the sturdy horses that Fei Lin brought back last night, they were all as excited as if they had been beaten with blood, and Fei Lin obviously underestimated the "knight" The appeal of this name in this world, it just so happened that when two boys were still under the slave owner, they had learned the technique of serving the horse's fart with both hands, plus Zhao Xin told them that Fei Lin promised to reward these horses to the people who made the most progress, and it made these boys take the initiative to increase the amount of training, if it weren't for the pressure of Zhao Xin above, these people would probably be even more excited than now.
However, war horses are one thing, and there is another reason why these boys work so hard, and that is
"Wenren, do the warrior monks in your tribe train like this every day?"
The warrior monk who was a guest of the Qingdao Grylls family, Wen Ren, when the sun had not yet come out, began his morning exercise by the hazy light of the early morning, if it is said that her training can still be called morning exercise
"yes!"
The slightly longer hair was tied by a headband and hung down from the back of Wenren's head, but at this time, Wenren was standing upside down with her head on the ground and her feet facing the sky, and only the index finger on her left hand supported her entire body, even if only that slender finger supported her entire body, Wenren did not change in the slightest while talking to Filin, not even beads of sweat, although she had endured more than three times the amount of training equivalent to those boys of the Grylls family before this.
It was obvious that she had become accustomed to such terrifying training, or rather, it was as simple as eating and drinking water for her.
"I'm already lax, when I was in the tribe before, the clan elders were much more tired than this. ”
Fei Lin was a little speechless for a while, who are the people of the tribe where he was born, is it possible, they are all the children of giants?
However, what Wen Ren did was still very exciting for those boys under Zhao Xin.
After last night's scramble, those boys all knew how terrifying the strength of this seemingly weak guest was, and by the way, they also learned how strong the strength of their own family was, but such a powerful person trained so hard, what reason did they have to relax?
"Hey!"
With a hard bend of his index finger, Wen Ren stood up with a harrier turned over, shook his neck and asked, "Doesn't Uncle Li Qing need to train like this?" Our clan elder said that only by honing one's body can one temper the most powerful soul!"
"Not really. ”
Fei Lin shook his head a little embarrassed, he had seen Li Qing do the most every day, which was to sit cross-legged in a corner, sitting for a day and a half, the sky was not shocked, he had never seen Li Qing temper his body as cruelly as Wenren.
"I see. ”
Wen Ren nodded as if he didn't understand, and a flame ignited in his eyes, "It seems that Uncle Li Qing's soul has been tempered a lot, and there is no longer a need to use this method, sure enough, I still have a long way to go." (To be continued......)
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