Norton picked up the conversation and began to tell his story: "I was a country priest..."

Norton is a native of the Eastern region on the map, and the difference is that he was born in a failed military family, his parents are two officers, and they are all constantly defeated by various demons are the famous laughing stock of the eastern region.

Norton was raised by the local church because he was an orphan, and he didn't have any talent for elemental magic, but he stubbornly learned a lot of spells and martial arts, and he could cause some small miracles.

One day, Norton received a summons from the Anglican Central Committee, thinking that he had embarked on the "career path" of the Anglican because of his hard work.

He took the train to the royal capital, and even though there were frequent conflicts with demons, the imperial capital was still not damaged at all, the busy center of the Frankfurt dynasty was full of artists and charlatans in desperate need of funding, marble buildings inlaid with gold abounded, smoking vending devices flying everywhere in the air, and the public facilities could not be more complete with the street lights to make a scene of a metropolis shock, every picture shook the eyes of this hillbilly.

Along the route, the splendid silhouette of the dynasty church appears not far away.

"What a career for clerical authority!" Norton quickly took out the bishop's stamped pass and walked into the antechamber.

Glitz, glitz and glitz, glitz and glamour, glitzy Victorian chandeliers, glitzy angel statues, flashy gold interiors, flashy velvet red carpets paired with carpets made of small animals' white delicate hair.

He patted his face beautifully, ran to the sink to take a shower continuously, wiped his face and put on a solemn and pious appearance to step on the soft carpet, controlling his excitement and walking forward unhappily and slowly, for fear that others would see that he was a local bishop and affect his future promotion.

The specially bought clothes worked, and the wealthy clergy of the imperial capital did not see that he was a country priest and continued to talk and rest on their own.

The short and fat front hall staff who took the letter of appointment unsealed the wax, looked up at him in shock, and gracefully led him out of the church, looking vigilantly at Norton who was following behind him as he walked, with some fear and awe, as if he suddenly pounced on him.

Norton curiously followed the priest in front of him, and did not ask why he didn't enter the antechamber of his post, for fear that he would accidentally say a country word if he talked too much, and walked into the courtroom.

Tribunal? I can stay in the imperial capital! Although he was a judge that no one wanted to be, he was a priest in the center of the dynasty, and not only had a lot of promotion opportunities, but also made his own teaching equipment and sold it, and gave private sermons. (Among the Anglican believers, the local priest can privately give the blessing of the religious instrument without observing a large number of hierarchical regulations)

Entering the courtroom, Norton was dumbfounded by the massive torture instruments and the constant wails of pain begging Norton to kill his sinner, and he looked at his shoes and quickly fled the road.

Entering the largest office, the head of the fanatic believer with a wound on his face kept weighing the newcomer up and down, revealing a satisfied look.

The Chief pointed to his throat that had been cut off, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote some words, and handed it to Norton...

Norton was thrown by the chief into the small and simple outer church, and he scanned the outer part of the church, the wooden door was broken, and there was no sense of entering the holy place, and the white paint on the outer part was not even completely painted.

Annoyed by the working environment, Norton walked into the church, and the entire space was filled with only the rudimentary, low pulpit, an iron book resting on it, and rows of chairs, if not clean, as if they were some kind of rubbish that had been collected by someone who had collected them.

Thinking of the beautiful fantasy just now, Norton wants to punch himself in the face, this is not where I want! It's too dangerous! Gotta go back and get transferred!

Just as he was about to leave the church, a female voice sounded from the shadows that was even bloodier than the one just now: "Father, where are you going?" ”

Norton made a dry excuse to keep walking, and a bullet slashed his cheek.

"You should be like a competent priest and you should hand over the work to your own nun."

A suit of church armor and weapons was thrown at his feet, and Nou stared at the shadows as he stared at the equipment on the ground.

Victoria looked playfully at the country priest and raised her hand to brush Norton's cheek with another shot.

Norton understood what the woman meant, and after putting on his armor, he chose a medium-sized sword that looked fairly righteous and put on a stance.

The woman pulled out her sword behind her back and stabbed Norton into the knee, her center of gravity steady and only slightly tilted. Norton stepped closer to close the distance, and at the moment he was about to stab, he flicked the woman's wrist with his right hand and slammed a knee into the woman's abdomen, raising the hilt of his sword and throwing it in the face of the vexatious woman.

The woman turned around in pain, took a step and kicked Norton in the stomach, drew a short sword with her left hand, and slashed at Norton's armpit. The sinister gesture caused Norton to pull away and make a pause gesture to check her nun's certificate.

The woman didn't care so much, condensing her faith into a hammer and hanging it on Norton's head. She's serious, the hammer hasn't fallen yet, and if I let go of it, the hammer will stun me. Norton stepped forward with his right toe in front of him, a shield on his body, and his hands raised high and clenched the hilt of his sword in a stabbing stance.

"Don't cause miracles! If you want to fight like this, fight like this! Norton blushed and roared angrily.

Norton closed the distance between himself and the woman, and changed the standard position of the stab to a sword with upper body and waist strength, trying to use his strength advantage to force an end to this inexplicable fight.

Just when he thought everything was perfect in his plan, he was blocked by the nun with a short charge and flew with a short charge, and the hammer of faith hanging above Norton's head made a perfect and effective attack.

Norton flew upside down, smashing a chair, and he struggled to his feet, his bones rattling and his whole body like it was about to fall apart. Looking at the nun with a solemn expression, she had the same feeling as she faced her martial arts instructor when she was seven or eight years old. If he continues to avoid the war, he will at least be beaten into a comminuted fracture by the nun. He hurriedly prayed that he would be blessed with strength, speed, and resistance to attack, and that he had made a preliminary defense.

The muffled sound of a few bullets hitting his breastplate reminded him that all his energy must now be focused on this battle, and a life-and-death infighting officially began.

Norton rushed to the pile of weapons and chose a training lance, which was used as a carrier to project a small thunderbolt made of faith at the nun.

Hit!

The nun's shield was scattered, the armor on her right shoulder pierced, and she was defenseless with a fist-sized penetrating wound. The flesh on the surface of the body was charred, and the wounds in the body were bleeding profusely.

Stunned by the wound, Norton quickly stood up and made a truce gesture, interrupted by a dozen thunder swords thrown away by the nun, and he dodged as he hedged.

"Go to the hospital and find an alchemist for treatment, after a long time, it will be necrotic."

"You should knock me unconscious like a competent priest and go for treatment instead of talking there." The nun covered her wound and said viciously.

She put her hand on her forehead and triggered her own miracle, and her body dissolved into countless pieces and melted into the air.

The tattered and slaughtered church was suddenly filled with an invisible murderous aura, and Norton could be attacked everywhere, and the air enveloped Norton like a viscous liquid.

He hurriedly scolded his mother and quickly triggered his own miracle, the gravity of the entire church suddenly surged, a large number of unbearable tables and chairs were uncontrollably squeezed by gravity deformed, and even the blessed pulpit was a little shorter, and cracks began to appear.

He vigilantly stared at the bloodstains circling around the church, and kept throwing out the thunder gun feint to try to force out the invisible nun, and a silent murderous aura suddenly killed Norton from behind, Norton quickly turned right and followed the attack with the wind pressure of the attack, and the direction of the blow was a shoulder top.

He stumbled and crashed! In this gravity environment, the nun's body can still burst out with such a fast attack speed! What a monster-like enemy this is.

The nun didn't rush back, and the blood that suddenly appeared was out of Norton's range.

Norton watched the movement of the blood stains vigilantly, and suddenly in this gap, a storm of steel wielding two swords struck him to the right, Norton quickly held the middle of the gun, and continued to block the fierce attacks on the left and right, seizing the gap between the gradually slowing down attacks and exploding all the remaining faith reserves in his body.

A force erupted from all around him, pushing open a large circular space, and the nun was knocked through the rudimentary church wall by the massive impact, fainting to the ground, and lying on the floor to reveal herself.

Norton checked his condition, not only his ankles, wrists, and tendons were covered with a large amount of deep blood, and he staggered out of the gap in the church with his riding gun to support his body, and he looked up in a daze to stare at the flickering kerosene lamp, trying to shift his gaze to the crowd, when the kerosene lamp fell to the ground covered with vomit and wine bottles.

The lieutenant of the recruiting office had already seen the surprise, left the barrel and walked to the long table, kicked the sergeant sleeping in the bacon heap, and pointed to the two clergy in church armor on the ground and let out a rough laugh.

"Pull the medic up and heal the two treasures." He shook his groggy head and came to the gloomy secretary's office.

He lifted Sven Clerk in the center of the room and shouted, "Where's the team of babies?" Tell them to come back, and have a priest who knows martial arts. ”

The clerk hung his head and pushed the lieutenant away with a look of disgust, opened a circular instrument, and sent the letter.

…

Norton: "That's pretty much it, it's actually the trap of the Inquisition, and in the end it's constant training, training and training. We have somehow become minions of the state religion. ”

Victoria was silent: "Then we kept doing the state religion mission, purging the cultists or something, until we received the state religion letter, but we lost the target and had to go to the royal capital once."

…

The four of them were eating, chatting, and playing, and the boring journey became lively, and soon they reached the end.