The Witcher: Darkness Falls

Chapter 82 The Earl's Thoughts

The Earl of Grampian had a long conversation with the bishop, more than three hours.

During this time, Leon said nothing and just listened.

Anyway, no one asked him, but he admired the golden knight standing next to McLaren who was as strong as a bear.

This guy was wearing heavy armor and just stood there motionless.

If Leon hadn't been able to see two blue eyes from inside his fully enclosed helmet, he would have thought this guy was just a mold hanging on the wall.

"The pattern on this armor is really beautiful. Is it chicken feathers or goose feathers?"

With nothing to do, Lyon carefully looked at the armor on the golden knight.

He discovered that the armor was not smooth, but had feather-like patterns, just like...

"Just like when McLaren works his magic," Lyon thought to himself.

The image of McLaren performing magic was deeply engraved in his mind, and it became clearer and clearer.

He remembered the strange armor on the other party's body that was woven with holy light. It was a bit similar to the one in front of him, but also very different.

However, the pattern is exactly the same.

Thinking of this, he remembered the invitation McLaren had extended to him.

Just like the invitation Camaro made to Dan Rowan.

Camaro didn't promise him anything, but just stared at him with burning eyes.

But he rejected the invitation in a cold tone.

And the other party didn't mean to be angry.

Now, McLaren invited him again, but this time the other party showed him strong strength and the blessing of the true God.

As long as he agrees, he can also obtain such power and the blessing of the true God.

Leon longed for this power, but was not interested in the blessing of the true God.

He did not believe in gods, just like during those dark ten years, he would pray to gods every day when he woke up, but there was no response except Sikori's angry roar that was not like a human voice.

So, he rejected the blessing of the true God proposed by McLaren.

He then asked what the price of this power was.

McLaren said no more and just said he had no comment.

Then he added that unless he was willing to become a trainee apologist, he would know everything.

Yes, there is a saying that apologists are also apprentices.

This is the reserve force for the defenders. Once the trainee defenders pass the test, they can be promoted to defenders.

"It's easy for you, you just have to... haha, it's easy," McLaren said at the time.

Leon was silent, then refused.

The power McLaren displayed was stronger than any spell he had seen cast by a wizard.

Although he had seen very few spells, he had this feeling. At least when Stregobor demonstrated his methods, the Witcher Medal did not make much noise.

The wizard's power, like the power he gains, is gained through sacrifice.

Moreover, becoming a wizard is, in some ways, more difficult than becoming a demon hunter.

Becoming a wizard not only requires talent, but also requires continuously drinking potions to change the body, which takes longer than the transformation required to become a demon hunter.

In addition, you need to learn the Elvish language, recite and memorize magic spells, etc.

These are the costs, the sacrifices wizards need to make in order to gain magical powers.

McLaren is very young, and Lyon can feel that he is no more than 40 years old.

At his age, his magical powers far exceeded those of most wizards who had lived for hundreds of years.

This is not normal.

Lyon naturally thought that this guy would definitely pay a huge price.

McLaren remained silent on the matter and no information was leaked.

Of course, he couldn't agree easily.

Leon pulled his thoughts back and looked at the bishop in front of him.

From the conversation just now, he learned the other party's name.

Alec Artus.

The cardinal from Povis should be a position similar to that of a temple priest.

But his burly figure made him more like a knight than the Earl of Grampian, who came from a military background and was ready to ride and fight at any time.

Leon couldn't tell the other person's age. Apart from the gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was only thirty years old.

But his voice was vicissitudes and compassionate, giving people a sense of peace, as if he was an experienced elder in his sixties.

His age is a mystery.

But Lyon was not interested in discovering the other party's true age. He was only interested in the conversation between Bishop Alec and Earl Grampian.

Bishop Alec did not openly persuade Earl Grampian to change his faith, but he always talked about the oracles from the true God.

Moreover, between the lines were words about the coming of darkness and the true God saving the world. At the same time, they also expressed their willingness to help the Earl of Grampian free of charge to expel the goblins from the Grampian region and even eliminate them from the world.

Anyway, it has been implied that only by converting to the true God religion and obtaining the protection of the true God can one obtain the protection of the true God when darkness falls.

At the same time, they also tactfully expressed the hope that the Earl of Grampian could help them build churches and spread the faith in the true God.

In the final analysis, their purpose is to spread faith and gather believers.

Finally, their conversation ended and it was time for lunch.

Leon had the good fortune to follow them and had a rather sumptuous lunch.

During this time, the Golden Knight removed his helmet, allowing Leon to see his face.

He was a resolute, rigid, square-faced man, his hair as gray as Bishop Arlette's.

Likewise, the Golden Knight's true age is unclear.

The moment the other party put down his helmet, Leon felt the table vibrate.

This set of armor is very heavy and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.

But the other party was able to wear it with ease without being affected at all.

During the meal, Bishop Arlette showed ample interest in Lyon, but did not invite him to become an apologist.

After dinner, Lord Grampian said that they were allowed to spread their faith, but not openly and could not build churches.

Because this is within the territory of the Nilfgaard Empire, no other temples or similar buildings can appear except the temple of the Sun Cult.

But other beliefs are not prohibited, otherwise humanoid races such as dwarves, gnomes, elves, etc. must be driven out.

Bishop Arlette seemed to have anticipated this and did not argue. He simply expressed his gratitude and left with the two knights.

During this period, neither McLaren nor Bishop Arlette had any communication with Lyon.

"Witcher, walk with me, cough cough cough! A walk after dinner can help digest the food." said Earl Grampian.

Leon followed him and the two of them strolled in the garden inside the castle.

The dark clouds in the sky were thin and looked like they would soon disperse, which meant that the storm season in Nilfgaard was over.

This year's storm lasted longer than in previous years. In the past, it would have ended by the end of September, but this year's storm lasted until mid-October.

If this doesn't end soon, the cold will catch up with the storm.

There will be no disgusting heavy rains like before for more than a month, but the cold brought by winter will be no less severe.

"Do you know why I agree with their demands?" asked Lord Grampian.

At this moment, Lyon knew that Lord Grampian still remembered that the goblins had escaped from the laboratory, not from the conjunction of the celestial spheres.

"Use them to fight the goblins?" Leon asked.

Lord Grampian looked at Lyon admiringly and said, "You are much smarter than Madison. Yes, this is just one of them."

"Please explain clearly, sir." Leon asked directly.

Lord Grampian sighed and said, "The wizard is forced to be afraid, but there is nothing I can do. If I were in his place, I would also become sensitive.

But, without wizards, there would be no potions. Ordinary doctors would not be able to mix potions, and they couldn't even find the formula for potions.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

In the past, if it was just an ordinary injury or illness, it could actually be treated with current medical methods.

But the goblins showed up, and judging from their tone, who knows what else... cough cough cough!!!"

Lyon patted Lord Grampian on the back to stop his coughing.

"Anyway, the potion will be needed more often in the future, so why not use it if they have it?"

Lyon immediately understood Earl Grampian's intention.

Anyway, it is impossible for the goblins to be completely exterminated, and more monsters carrying viruses may appear in the future.

In the past, human medical methods could only cure simple diseases, but in the future, the effects will not be so good, at least in the short term.

Wizards are not often seen, and even if they are seen, they may not necessarily take action.

Then, Bishop Arlette and his friends' potion formulas become particularly important.

In particular, the other party promised to publish the formula so that ordinary human doctors can also prepare it.

"So, sir, has my special recruitment mission been completed?" Lyon asked.

Lord Grampian looked at him with a half-smile and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't you found the laboratory yet?"

Leon understood.

Although Earl of Grampian knew that it was this group of True God Church members who were causing trouble, he really needed these people to do something now, so he couldn't just confront them directly.

However, this does not mean that he forgives these guys.

He just didn't have any concrete evidence in his hands, so he couldn't do anything.

Lyon needs to hurry up and collect enough evidence for him, so that when Earl Grampian has used up these people, he can take action with justification.

"Go tell Madison to come to me." Earl Grampian coughed twice and began to drive people away.

Leon backed out.

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