Even if he is a member of the Knights of the Snow Wolf's personal guard, the monthly salary is only two golden dragons, and Sean is the salary of an excellent knight for half a year as soon as he makes a move, so the fat man was dumbfounded at that time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Before the coins hit the ground with a pleasant crash, everyone outside the house heard the sound of the Bishop swallowing in the silence of the night.

Sean is now young and golden. After he killed the Bone Crusher, he carefully found the other party's lair, and wiped out the savings of the giant thief for so many years, and now the gold coins are lying quietly in the bracelet that the masked man gave him.

So when he needed to ask the church for help, he did not hesitate to throw out a huge sum of money and directly smashed the regional bishops.

After all, the Church of the Fathers of All Gods is now notorious, and most of its clergy are greedy villains, from the Holy Hall of Griffon's Heart to the independent diocese of a small northern town.

Moreover, Sean has practiced divine magic anyway, and knows that even if he uses the Divine Healing Technique, if he wants to treat so many critically injured people at once, he can't do it alone, he needs several clergy together, and it takes a lot of magic power.

If you don't give enough money, people won't take care of it at all.

Sean has been in the empire for so many years, and the most basic truth of using money to pave the way is still understood, and now his strategy has obviously worked.

The bishop hurriedly opened the door, asked Sean and the others to carry the wounded into the main hall of the church, and ran back to pick up the two priests who were still sleeping in the warm bed, and the three of them had a heated discussion about the injuries of several wounded, and finally decided on the distribution plan of the golden dragon.

Give the money, and the rest will be easy.

The effect of God's healing technique was miraculous, and under the soft pale yellow light, the wounds on the bodies of several seriously injured were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, muscles were growing, blood vessels were reconnecting, skin was healing, and the rags mixed with rotten flesh were gradually separated from their bodies under the effect of magic.

After a long time, the bishop and the two priests who cast the spell breathed a sigh together, took two steps back, and sat on the chair behind him.

The bishop was fat and sweated more than the other two, and while wiping his face with a handkerchief, he gasped and said to Sean: "Young man, you ten golden dragons are really not easy to earn." ”

Sean walked up and bowed deeply to the three of them: "Thank you for the help of several adults, I am very sorry for my attitude just now." ”

Even if people take your money, but they have worked tirelessly to do things for you, now that all three lives have been saved, and they can fully recover after a few days of recuperation, their families will no longer seek death and life, and the three families will no longer be fragmented, such an ideal situation, Sean feels that it is nothing to bow and express his gratitude.

The bishop was putting his hand in the pocket of his robe, and the four golden dragons he had been given were making a loud noise, and when he heard Sean's statement, he took out one and put it in his mouth and bit it, recalling the slightly soft tooth feeling, and said slowly: "What was your attitude at that time? I didn't see anything in front of me just now. ”

Sean looked up to meet the bishop's gaze, and they both smiled at the same time.

The three village chiefs hadn't woken up yet, but looking at the ruddy color of their faces and steady breathing, they should be fine, Sean took the villagers to rent a few more carriages, and everyone got into the carriage and began to walk back.

On the way, Sean asked the villagers carefully to find out what had happened before.

"I see, those faceless and skinless guys have reappeared. After listening to the villagers' ramblings, Sean snorted coldly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Mrs. White, the village chief's wife, had just stopped her child from asking Sean for help in the village, and now seeing Sean's gritted teeth, she couldn't help but say with a worried face:

"Sean, don't be impulsive, we are already grateful if you revive Walter and them, after all, there are many of them, you must not risk it for us again. ”

Sean gave the kind woman his trademark gentle smile, "Then they have robbed you of your money, horses, and rations, how are you going to spend the winter?"

A look of sadness flashed across Lady White's face, and she lowered her head and said cowardly, "When Walter recovers, we can ask Sir Darella again, and if he can show mercy, lend us some food......

"Mrs. White, do you expect that coward?"

As soon as he mentioned this territorial baron, Sean's anger did not come to a point: "He himself is not a loan shark, so he transferred the lord's privilege of collecting taxes from you to those miscellaneous pieces of the Blood Bat Mercenary Regiment." Didn't he know those people, didn't he hear the reputation of those people?"

Sean waved his fist: "Those are all devils who eat people and don't spit out bones! Darella has personally delivered you into the hands of the devil, as evidenced by the injuries on Mr. White, Pinkerman, and White. If they die, Darella will also be the murderer!"

Sean's angry remarks made Mrs. White lose her mind: "That...... What should we do?"

"Don't do anything, just wait for my news. These scum have to teach them a profound lesson. ”

Sean returned to the village, settled the wounded, then had a full meal, and found an empty room to sleep.

Although according to the time calculation, those people from the Blood Bat Mercenary Group should not have gone far after beating the villagers, it is already late at night, and they also have to find a place to camp, and they should be able to catch up if they hurry up, but Sean did not rush to follow.

Although he is hot-blooded, he is not impulsive, and so many years of adventure experience have made him develop a good habit of fully preparing before doing anything.

Sean knew that his current state of being too tired was not suitable for fighting, not to mention that he was alone, and the other party was said to have more than a dozen people according to the villagers, so before catching up and fighting, all he had to do was to rest well to recover his strength.

This sleep until the sky was getting brighter, Sean, who was full of energy, got up and packed his things, led the horse out of the village quietly, and chased in the direction that the villagers told him that the blood bat mercenary group had left.

But he hadn't gone far before Sean noticed that someone had been tailgating. So he deliberately went around in a few circles, and easily blocked the people who were following him on a fork in the road.

But in the face of Sean's purple long sword that was pushed to his neck, the other party didn't seem to be too afraid, but slowly took off the scarf wrapped around his head, revealing a long black braid on his head.

Sean couldn't help but be stunned: "Hey Pi, what are you doing?"