Chapter 3 Rewards

When Carl awoke, he found himself lying on a bed, not the narrow plank bed of the Night's Watch hut, but a warm bed filled with thick cloth and cotton. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Propping himself up, he looked around with the pain all over his body, this seems to be the interior of the church?

"Don't get up, your injuries aren't healed yet. A priestess who looked to be in her twenties happened to come in and saw Karl holding on to his feet, and hurriedly stopped him.

"What's going on, who are you, I should keep vigil in the cemetery. ”

Karl felt that there was no danger and asked as he lay down quietly.

"I'm Priestess Clara, in charge of your healing. The priestess replied, "After you killed the big skeleton, something happened, and I don't know exactly when you go to Bishop Brian in a moment." ”

Karl nodded in clarity, and after a while he began to stare at the priestess, looking at Priestess Clara inexplicably.

"What's the matter with you looking at me like that?"

Carl touched his head in annoyance: "Actually, I think I need to eat something more to replenish my consumption." ”

The priestess coughed awkwardly and turned away.

Carl took a deep breath and raised his hand in front of him, which was covered in bandages, but Carl could feel that his injuries were healed.

It's a terrible recovery speed, probably due to the light element.

However, it was an internal injury that caused the near-death in the first place, and this was not too early to completely heal.

I clenched my fist, and I felt much stronger than before, but there was no comparator, so I couldn't tell how much stronger.

In a few moments, the priestess Clara returned with a plate of food, hot milk, and noodles that looked very delicious, which immediately aroused Karl's appetite.

These look better than those unpalatable black breads.

Carl sat on the hospital bed, and the food plate was feasted upon.

The food was quickly disposed of, and the plate was handed back to the priestess. Karl pondered for a moment and asked, "What kind of person is Bishop Brian?"

Priestess Clara thought for a moment and replied, "How to say, a very strict person, very strict with others and himself, a little impersonal, and can do anything to accomplish a goal. But he never worked for his own benefit. ”

It's like a machine, why would such a person see me?" Karl couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Don't worry, Bishop Brian is a man of integrity. Seeing the worried expression of the black-haired boy in front of him, Clara comforted him.

Karl smiled self-deprecatingly, if the bishop really wanted to do anything to himself, with his status and strength as a small refugee, what room for resistance.

I took a deep breath and felt like I was in much better shape. Karl got up from the bed: "If nothing else, go now." ”

"Your injuries aren't healed yet. Priest Clara said dissatisfied.

"It doesn't affect walking. Karl tried to take two steps on the ground, "Let's go meet the bishop first." ”

Priest Clara saw that his steps were a little vain, but since he was able to walk freely, he didn't say anything more, and led Karl outside.

The outer hallway of the church was a circle, the treatment room was at the back of the church, and the bishop's office was on the side, and after a quarter of a circle, Clara plunged into a small aisle, walked to the end, and knocked on the mahogany door in front of her.

"It's me, Clara, that Mr. Karl wants to see you. Clara said respectfully.

"Please come in. "It was an old and majestic voice.

Push the door in.

On the chair sat an old man in a white robe, wearing a high top hat and eyes as sharp as a falcon.

"You're Carl, aren't you? Have a seat. The old man casually pointed to the small stool in front of his desk.

Karl sat down and immediately asked, "Your Excellency, why am I here, and what happened after I was unconscious last night?"

Priest Clara let out a chuckle from behind.

"Last night? no, you've been in a coma all day more. It was the night before. "As soon as you fell unconscious, the angry necromancer appeared to kill you to vent his anger, but was immediately captured by the troops and priests who had been ambushed in advance. ”

"Pre-arranged?" Carl looked incredulous, "I raised the alarm before I went out, why didn't anyone show up." ”

If someone had come out earlier, they wouldn't have been in near-death danger.

Bishop Bryan looked at him expressionlessly, "We need to let the necromancer's vigilance and make him mistakenly think that the church has not noticed him and his minions all along, otherwise they will not appear rashly with their caution." ”

"I almost died!" Karl raised his voice in some anger.

"It's worth it to be able to deal with the necromancer smoothly, if he doesn't die, more dead will be disturbed, and the living will one day suffer from it. "And if you hadn't left the hut yourself, the Holy Strike would have kept you safe." ”

"Our original plan was to wait until the necromancer couldn't resist coming out on his own, after all, he would be very ineffective with only one servant. ”

The Bishop gave Carl a complimenting look as he spoke.

"Your presence disrupted the church's plans, but it worked better. ”

Karl bowed his head in silence.

"You have contributed to the church and the city, so I want to give you some reward. "What do you want?" the bishop said. ”

Rewards? Is it money, status, or whatever?

Karl hesitated. But then I made up my mind.

This may be an opportunity.

"I want to find my sister!" Carl clenched his fists.

"Your sister?" the bishop rummaged through the table and found Carl's personal information, which had been collected by the Church yesterday when Carl was unconscious.

"Because of the separation caused by the orc attack. The bishop stroked his beard. "The clue is broken, and I can only rely on prophecy, but the target is only ordinary people. Well, I'll do it for you myself. ”

Carl stood up excitedly: "Thank you, thank you so much!"

"The preparation of prophecy is tedious, and it is best to do it under the starry sky on the moon's day, and I will give you the results later. "I heard Barron say you don't know much literacy, and you can learn from Priest Ed of the Ministry of Education these days." ”

Karl reluctantly bowed to the bishop and left, followed by Priest Clara.

Bishop Brian watched them leave, and suddenly sighed faintly: "There are really not many young people with innocent backgrounds, outstanding talents, and affection and righteousness, but I don't know if it's a little late to start cultivating from now." ”

For the church and other forces, potential seedlings are cultivated from an early age, using various medicinal herbs to adjust their physical fitness before the age of six, teaching them various knowledge including the content of cultivation before the age of twelve, and starting formal cultivation at the age of twelve. And Karl is already fifteen years old, a whole few years less.

Bishop Brian thought about it and put the thought down.

Sure enough, it's too late.