"Sir, you can be discharged." A female nurse with a book pushed the door open after a few knocks.

It's the one who just delivered it. Her face, Zhao Qian still remembers.

"Why are you again?" He subconsciously blurted out, but soon realized that something was wrong.

Because the female nurse in front of him looked at him a little strangely, as if it was the first time she saw him.

"It's not gentlemanly to joke, sir." The nurse said with a frown, the freckles on her cheeks becoming more pronounced as she frowned. "All right, sir, leave the ward to those who need it."

Zhao Qian stood there, and he seemed to understand a little.

He asked, opening his mouth to stop talking.

"And what about my other three companions?"

"Is there one? Mr. She flipped through the book in her hand, and the look in his eyes became more and more strange. I'm sorry, sir, that the church sent you with only one person. ”

Without answering the nurse's words, Zhao Qian walked out of the ward.

A stench that had not yet been systematized stirred the air with the pungent smell of a chemical in the air.

He slowly descended the all-wooden staircase, little by little.

Going down, a large glass mirror with mercury on its back stands in the stairwell.

Zhao Qian looked at himself in his glasses, and there were almost no scars from the wolf's claws that night, only some red road marks remained.

Leaving the gate of the hospital, he suddenly felt as if his body had been swept by an inexplicable electric current.

"Personal Bonus Strength: 50%" suddenly flashed through his mind.

In other words, his own stat points are now doubled.

The right hand clenched the fist and released it, and it was obvious that he could feel that his strength was indeed much greater, and there was an illusion and desire that a punch could destroy everything.

"Alright, yellow-skinned young man, get in the car." A person's voice sounded in Zhao Qian's ears.

He looked up at the guy in front of him he didn't know at all. A coachman sitting in front of a black carriage.

The voice was very old, reflecting the black clothes of the coachman and the white horse in front of the car.

There is no sense of disobedience.

"You ......," he opened his mouth in surprise.

"Who else can rescue a witcher who has been attacked by a wolf pack of wolves in the suburbs and send him to this place, but the church? The Witcher Society? The old coachman waved his top hat and said playfully. It makes people feel that he must have been a dashing playboy when he was young.

Zhao Qian jumped into the car and bent down to sit in the carriage. There is no reason to refuse. After all, it seems that he was saved by the other party, and the other party seems to be one of the three major local forces. The most important thing is that there is a voice inside him that seems to tell him that he can't beat him, even with his current double attributes.

"Okay, sit tight, let's go back to Paris." The old coachman said as he drove the carriage.

He didn't actually control the white horses with his hands, the horses ran in front. They work together, go hand in hand, and are very coordinated. Apparently trained, the horse is one of the most spiritual animals.

The coachman took a flask from his bosom and poured it into his mouth with a mouthful of fine ale. The cold wind blowing in his face turned the carbon dioxide he exhaled from his mouth into a puff of white smoke.

As for what he said about "going back to Paris", of course he was right.

Return to the city of Paris.

The wealthy of the 19th century were on the other side of the Rhine, rebuilding their mansions and courtyards on the ruins of the Revolution. On the other side of the river is Paris, the fashion capital of Europe and the capital of France.

Slowly driving into the city, Zhao Qian looked all the way, as if he had the illusion of going back to the past and changing history.

Horse-drawn carriages come and go, fruit stalls on the streets, poets who are inspired by the Enlightenment to trouble in taverns, artists who paint portraits of passers-by on the roadside to earn money. A newsboy who carries a newspaper on his shoulders and sells it everywhere.

There is also an exotic little shop with the characteristics of the era of the layout.

He was just watching, and he didn't speak, not even the coachman's shouting.

The carriage "clicked" and was a little bumpy.

After walking all the way through the city's long streets, stop in front of a magnificent cathedral.

"Get out of the car." The old coachman knocked on the door and said. He still had a lot of alcohol in his mouth that had been left over from the drink he had just drunk.

Zhao Qian stood in front of the black carriage, and he glanced at the building, which was full of Gothic flavor on the outside. He followed the coachman in front of him and walked in.

The church was guarded outside, and the two knights on duty, fully armed in a medieval style, were somewhat bluffing. But for an era in which firearms have long been the main weapon, this is even more ironic. The Knight of Two Lives bowed to the two men.

"Let's go, the archbishop wants to see you."

The old man in black, with some gray hair, said that he had no intention of returning the salute at all.

Entering the church, he led Zhao Qian into a small room at the back of the courtyard. It used to be a confessional room.

"Hello, outland boy." In the small room, a fat old man with a cross and plain clothes came forward to greet him with a hug.

The coachman stood outside and closed the door.

"Tell me about that night." The wrinkled old man pointed to the chair behind him and motioned for him to sit down and talk slowly.

Zhao Qian sat on the chair and patiently made a long story short about the experience of that night. He doesn't have much time, only forty-eight hours to complete the main quest. The old man sat there and listened, asking a few questions from time to time.

"Well, we should thank our foreign child. May the Lord's light light light your way forward. ”

After saying that, Zhao Qian was also taken away from here by a knight. Before leaving, the old bishop did not forget to fulfill a small request made to him by Zhao Qian during the conversation, and gave him a new weapon.

In his words, it is. "The Witcher's enemies will always be as many as the stars in the sky, and our friends are fewer than the good ones of the world. Without weapons, I would not be able to sleep well, Your Excellency. ”

"What do you think? Angers. The old man sat in his chair and said, but it was more like an old man's nervous self-talk.

The whole small room was quiet because of Zhao Qian's departure.

"Very unreasonable, Your Excellency." In the shadow of the small room, a man slowly walked out of it. If Zhao Qian was still here, then he would definitely be able to recognize him, it was the old man who was the coachman just now. He's been here all along, but Zhao Qian hasn't noticed him.

"Where? Are there three companions in this child's mouth? ”

"No, Your Excellency. It's the corpse in good condition. The old man said, his face was serious, and he completely lost the appearance of the previous hanger. It is rare to find a well-preserved corpse in the suburbs where there are so many wild beasts. What's more, according to our information, this wolf wrangler's wolf pack eats everything. ”

"Then go and get rid of that ignorant guy who crossed the line, Your Excellency the Arbitrator of Onion." The old man stroked the silver cross on his chest, and there was indescribable peace in his eyes. "May the Lord bless you and bring you glorious victory."

"No, bless them, Your Excellency." The coachman flicked the top hat on his head, still dressed in black. Black, in the West, represents ominous and death.

He went out and gently closed the door behind him.

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"Father, I'm guilty."

In a small chapel with various colored glass blocks, a middle-aged man in formal leather shoes is standing in front of a priest in white. He was confessing his sins of tormented conscience.

"Sir, all men are born sinful. You don't have to blame yourself repeatedly for a little thing in your life. ”

"No, Father, I am guilty of blasphemy against the dead. I don't think God would forgive me for my mistakes even if he knew my sins. ”

"Sir, God knows everything." The priest said patiently, and his words paused. All kinds of light shine through the glass. It makes the atmosphere in the chapel more and more sacred.

"Besides, is not every man a lamb of the Lord?"

The white-robed priest stood there, his voice unhurried and unhurried, and the depths of his eyes flashed with a light called cunning.

Repentance, you and I spent it between these two people. After a while, the middle-aged man walked out of the chapel. He believed that his actions had been forgiven by God.

"Let's go, Frankstein, we have another experiment to do in the evening." He said to the young man who was driving the carriage, his tone tinged with relief.

He was the only student who recognized and accepted his achievements.

He believes there will be more soon.