"Bring that pastor up. Bishop Javi's face finally calmed down. Originally, according to the first impulse after getting the news at that time, he was about to rush out of the magic academy immediately, but after all, he still refrained from it.

The old ministers, including Rodhart, looked at the cardinal with curious eyes, and they did not understand what could surprise and lose control of Bishop Javi, who had always been calm. But the bishop didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, he only stared at the priest from the magic academy now. The priest, led by the swordsman, overcame the blockade of the swordsmen of the Holy Knights and came to the outside of the temple, and the swordsman retreated.

"Tell me clearly, what kind of person broke into the cellar under the cathedral, and what was the situation?" asked the cardinal.

The priest bowed and replied, "My lord, the man seems to be a young man with a mask. He first kidnapped Archpriest Ryan and obtained the key to the crypt in the cathedral, and then entered the crypt alone. After he entered, he blocked the entrance to the tunnel with a strange magic prohibition, and Grand Priest Ryan wanted to break it and pursue it, but he couldn't do anything with the magic prohibition. Not long after, there was a loud tremor in the cellar, and the man was seen running out of it. Although we have already arranged manpower outside, we are still broken through by this person. Grand Priest Ryan intervened to stop him, but was severely injured by this magician...... The magic ...... It's like necromancy ......"

"What kind of thing did you say this man had stolen?" and in what direction did he go?" asked the cardinal. His face had begun to take on an almost hysterical agitation. And a slight tremble. This kind of expression can only be seen in the most infatuated man when he hears that his lover is being robbed. The most loving mother is not only anxious when she sees her son dying. There is also panic and despair.

The eyes of the people around them were even stranger, they didn't understand how such an expression could appear on a person like Bishop Javi.

The villain did not see the man. But Archpriest Ryan asked me to report to the Bishop, asking the Bishop to return to the Academy of Magic as soon as possible, he has something important to tell the Bishop. ”

Bishop Javi sighed heavily, turned to the ministers, and said, "I'm sorry. I'll leave it to Lord Rodhart and you to discuss. Before he could finish speaking, he had already turned and galloped out of the dormitory.

Looking at the cardinal's back, everyone was a little stunned. It was Rodhart who was the first to return to normal, and he waved his hand to the priest who was still here, and said, "Okay, there's nothing for you here, stand down." ”

But the pastor didn't move. Instead, he stood there and watched the cardinal's back disappear. Only then did he say slowly: "But the villain also brought good medicine to treat Her Majesty the Queen this time." Ladies and gentlemen, can I give it to Her Majesty?"

The cardinal's figure was like thunder, flying like fire, and he was faster than galloping horses, but it only took a few breaths to reach the gate of the palace.

There is also fire and thunder in his heart now, and it is an incomparably fierce fire and thunder. He knew very well how important the thing that was buried in the dungeon was, if it was really obtained by that person. The consequences would be absolutely unimaginable. He always thought that the person didn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't dare to touch it, and he was not qualified to touch that thing, but how did he know that he was careless for a while, and he actually gave the other party such a chance.

What power struggle, intrigue and intrigues, Wang Baxiong, in contrast to a series of things related to that thing, is completely dispensable puppet show. Therefore, as soon as he heard the news, he should have immediately concentrated all his thoughts and spirits on it, leaving Rodhart and the ministers who were about to fall into his hands. Although the opinions of the things are gone, there may be some clues in the mouth of Grand Priest Ryan. No matter how small the opportunity is, no matter how small the possibility, he can't let it go, and try to save even the slightest possibility.

As soon as he rushed out of the palace gate, he grabbed a guard's horse and galloped towards the Academy of Magic. The horsewhip in his hand pumped like crazy, and at the same time, the white magic that healed and restored his strength kept coming. The horses galloped along the avenue of the royal capital with the sorrow of the road and the usual speed of the distant dynasty.

"What? do you have a medicine that can cure Her Majesty?" everyone was shocked, and the looks on the faces of the ministers were all ecstatic at the same time. Only Rodhart was stunned, and then his eyes, which had been flat and undewy, suddenly sparkled.

"Yes. This is the medicine left behind by Bishop Ronis, and it will surely cure Her Majesty. ”

"Then why don't you give it to Her Majesty?" said the old Marquis of Minsk, whose voice and expression trembled with excitement.

"Yes. The priest bowed and nodded, and stepped forward.

"Wait, stop. A loud shout erupted from Rodhart's mouth.

The ministers looked at Rodhart in amazement. He had already drawn his sword in his hand, and pointed at the priest and said sharply, "Who asked you to come? You are not from the Academy of Magic, and even Grand Priest Ryan doesn't know what happened to Her Majesty the Queen, how can you send any medicine?"

All the ministers were stunned. They didn't expect that the Grand Priest didn't know about this matter, and he wouldn't suspect the identity of this priest at all.

The light in Rodhart's eyes was brighter and sharper than the sword in his hand, sweeping up and down the priest's body. If it weren't for the fact that the pastor was so far away from the man, he would have almost thought that this was the man they had been worried about.

This priest was not tall or even a little thin, and his gestures were indeed the movements of ordinary people without any abnormality, and even Bishop Javi did not see the slightest abnormality. His face is also a very plain face. Belongs to the kind of ordinary priest who can disappear by throwing it in the magic academy.

The ministers also looked at the priest with all kinds of puzzled eyes. Among them, the prime minister's eyes are the strangest.

This ordinary priest did not look the slightest bit afraid of the sword in front of him. Still said flatly: "Archpriest Ryan really doesn't know, but Bishop Ronis does. That's why he kept medicine for Her Majesty the Queen. It can come in handy when necessary. ”

Rodhart shouted to the swordsmen of the Holy Knights in the distance outside the temple, "Send a team to the Academy of Magic to retrieve Bishop Javi." Already sensing something unusual, he turned to look at the priest and said, "Nonsense. If Bishop Ronis really knew earlier, why didn't he treat Her Majesty early. Who the hell told you to spread false information to distract Bishop Javi?"

The priest looked at Rodhart and said slowly, "That's because Bishop Ronis wasn't completely sure before, and he didn't think that Her Majesty would be used and held hostage by others...... Actually, it doesn't matter if it's nonsense or not, it's the most important thing to make Her Majesty feel better, don't you think?"

Rodhart jumped on the ground with green tendons in his hands. He almost wanted to step forward and chop off the priest's feet first, and then ask slowly, just by those words, he could be sure that this priest was at least the same person's gang. But no matter how he looked at it, this man seemed to be helpless. But it was a gut feeling. He didn't dare to make a move.

No matter how ordinary a person's appearance is. Humble. But to be able to maintain such indifference and calm in such a situation is definitely something extraordinary.

There was not the slightest sparkle in the priest's indifferent eyes, but it gave Rodhart a strange chill. He looked at the ministers around him and said, "If you don't believe me, you can let me try it." Bishop Ronis's legacy is a good medicine that will surely help your lordship. ”

"Okay, if you have any medicine, take it out quickly. The old Marquis of Minsk waved impatiently. In their eyes, even if the pastor's identity is a little suspicious, it doesn't matter what his intentions are. After all, this is an environment surrounded by the Holy Knights, and it seems that there is nothing to make a name for. But if it can really cure Her Majesty the Queen. Even a 1 percent chance cannot be given up.

"Yes. But this medicine must be used by my own hands for Her Majesty the Queen to be effective. The priest replied, walking straight to the queen on the bed.

"Wait" Rodhart stepped forward, his sword no more than three feet from the priest's chest. "This person's identity is suspicious, and he must not be allowed to approach His Majesty at will. Maybe he's the one sent by the mastermind. He raised his voice and shouted. "Someone. Take this man down......"

"Let him try. Anyway, Your Majesty is already like this. A voice broke off, it was the Prime Minister.

"No, this man is unknown......," Rodhart had to say more, but by this time he found that the priest had not stopped, but continued to walk towards Her Majesty the Queen on the bed, and he had not paid any attention to the sword that Rodhart had pointed at him.

The swordsman who heard Rodhart's voice was still dozens of meters away from the temple gate. No matter how wrong it feels. At this time, it is not possible to make a move. With a flick of Rodhart's wrist, the sword in his hand became a white light towards the priest's chest.

This is definitely an impeccable sword. From complete stillness to electricity-like movement, it is as if movement is stillness and movement. There is no sharp sword qi, but just the essence and meaning contained in this sword are definitely more lethal than ten swords that are as fast as thunder and murderous.

"Good. General Thomas couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. He had to admit that this disciple of Captain Roland was indeed not wrong. It's just that this sword was raised in his hand, and there may be no one in the entire royal capital except for Roland himself.

But with the end of the word 'good', the afterglow of this tone has already changed in the general's throat. For what he saw was that Rodhart, who had stabbed this delicate sword, staggered back.

The ordinary priest, who really didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, just raised his hand, flicked it, and pushed forward with the other, and these two equally ordinary movements swept away the acting head of the Holy Knights' sword, and then pushed him away.

Not pushing, to be exact, but Rodhart himself dodging it. Although the priest's movements did look casual, natural, and ordinary, the white fighting light on the outstretched hand already showed that this was indeed not an ordinary action, and he was not an ordinary person.

The man's movements look ordinary. That's because he's more natural than Rodhardt's sword. The fingers containing the fighting spirit completely neutralized the offensive and sword momentum on Rodhart's sword, completely removing the sword peak, and at the same time pushing the other hand into Rodhart's chest, Rodhart retreated.

Rodhart: He wasn't really pushed back by the man, but he was forced to back up. If he let the hand that glowed with white fighting energy be firmly pressed on his chest, it would probably be no different from being stabbed with a sword, so he had to retreat, and in a hurry, he completely withdrew all the power sent out by the stage and retreated, so that he could barely stand firm.

What was more than the vibration of his body was Rodhart's expression, not only because of this one fight, but because he saw that the priest was pushing him back at the same time that his body was undergoing a strange change. The body that was originally slightly short was actually getting taller, and the body was getting bigger, and he could almost hear the muscles deforming and bones regrouping in the body, and the contours of the body were completely changed.

Although his face was still the same as if it were plain, Rodhart had already recognized who it was from the changed shape and movements of this person, his expression had been distorted, and his voice had completely changed tone: "Is it you?"

The man ignored him, turned and continued to stride towards Her Majesty's bed.

"Stop him. He is the murderer behind the scenes, the murderer of Bishop Ronis. Rodhart shouted hoarsely, drew his sword, rose again, and rushed forward.

The expressions of everyone who heard his words were as shocked and distorted as he was, except for the Prime Minister. Instead, she stepped forward and grabbed the old Marquis of Minsk and General Thomas, who were also rushing forward.

Rodhart's sword this time was a hundred times more fierce, fierce, and fierce than the sudden burst just now, and he had almost gambled himself into this sword.

That person was still making a move, and the white fighting spirit was also more fierce than just now. Only this time he was no longer whisking, but picking it up.

No one could tell whether the violent sword momentum like a torrent rushed into that hand, or whether that hand grabbed the sword that erupted like a torrent, but saw the sword light in his hand, and then blood splashed out of his hand.

But more blood spurted out of Rodhart's mouth. There was no way for him to dodge under this full force, and the man's other hand clenched into a fist and slammed into his chest. All could hear the strange tone of the sharp twisting sound of the steel armor denting and the sound of brittle bones breaking. Then he saw Rodhart fly back upside down, with a large puff of blood spurting out of his mouth.