Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

The skin was exposed to the air, and Morani shrank a little because of the sudden coolness, but Aibo's palm quickly covered it.

A series of prayers spit out from the thin lips, and the palm of the leather glove gradually emitted a layer of silver light.The blessing of the Templars has the effect of detoxification and healing, and it takes a lot of energy to perform it. Not every wounded person has such good luck.

But Morani not only showed no gratitude at all, but arched his back and struggled. He had a very bad premonition, if I remember correctly——

"Stop stop stop stop! Wait a minute! Our main gods are incompatible with each other, you can't use your blessings on me at will!" he hissed.

The blessing of the paladin is a difficult experience for Morani who believes in the pagan god.The wound is shrinking, the monster's venom and polluted pus and blood are discharged, and the pink new tissue grows slowly.But the weird intrusion that ran all over his body was like countless tiny tentacles squirming in the blood vessels.

Morani was bathed in an increasingly stronger silver light, and Aibo turned a blind eye to his resistance.

For those who share Abbot's beliefs, this healing will bring serenity, peace and joy.For Morani, it was a completely different situation.

At the end of the treatment, he shivered, raised his eyes and stared at Aibo with aggrieved expression.

Ai Bo carefully inspected the completely closed wound, and was quite satisfied with both the process and the result of his work. He stretched out his hand to touch the skin that had become smooth again, and his face finally showed a hint of dismay.

The townspeople who witnessed Aibo's healing technique whispered and showed admiration.

Ai Bo looked around the crowd and sighed helplessly.

"Today's farce should stop here." This was said to Morani, "If you are safe enough, I will let you stay in a cooler place in a few days."

"You mean the dungeon, right? If you want to ask me which one I prefer, the center of the square or the dungeon, I really can't answer." Morani showed a lazy smile, diluting the sarcasm in his words.

Ai Bo snorted noncommittally, and gestured to follow him to leave.

"Thank you for everything you do, sir." Morani said, his voice was not too loud, but enough to make Aibo glance back at him.

A follower who was still at the cross stake was checking whether the spell on Morani's wrist was secure enough. While he was moving his hands, his mouth was not idle, and he kept talking to Morani.

"Captain Albican is a decent gentleman, but you don't want to mess with him."

"Oh?"

"Have you seen what happened to Berkan? That big man, no matter how strong he is, shouldn't take the initiative to attack the captain. He probably won't be able to work for more than half a month, I think."

"What a tragedy, will your righteous captain treat me like this?" Morani asked innocently, turning his neck.

"You? I don't think so. The Captain is business-like with ordinary people. He always does. But if you try to escape... do you know when the last time a cross was put up in this square?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know any unlucky people who have suffered this before me." Morani raised an eyebrow.

"It was two years ago. You should have seen the scene. The fire on the pyre was a full story high. I could hear the two priests screaming from outside the city walls. It is said that they shouted All afternoon, the fire was not extinguished until late at night."

"I didn't even know you burned priests as well as criminals."

"The priest who committed the crime." The entourage looked around to make sure there was no one around, then wrinkled his nose and said in a breathy voice, "They are gay!"

"No wonder your church is so deserted. All but the old priest have been burned," Moraney muttered.

"It's said that the higher-ups promised to send more people, and we may have to wait for a while," the noisy knight shrugged. "In short, I kindly remind you, don't make a wrong idea. I will tie it up for you, so that you don't get confused. Do something stupid."

He adjusted the spell and tied a few more knots in the twine.After confirming again and again that unless Morani broke his metacarpal bone, it was absolutely impossible to break free, he nodded in satisfaction and patted the stake.

"I have to go to work later, I will excuse you first."

"Thank you so much, buddy." Morani watched him follow the trail of Aibo and his party and disappear at the corner of the street.

With the lessons learned by Berkan, no one else would provoke Morani again, even the curious townspeople dared to watch from afar.

Bold little girls threw flowers at his knees, and little boys threw stones in the sand all around him.Morani didn't respond to these, didn't even lift an eyelid, so the children quickly lost interest in him.

They were attracted by the sound of armor and horseshoes in the distance, and turned to rush to the other side of the town together.

It's time for the patrol team to go out again.

The knights were in full suit, and the horses snorted.Layer after layer of blessings and prayers shrouded the entire team in a hazy halo, and where the horseshoes passed, there were scattered colorful light spots in addition to the smoke and dust.

The children shouted excitedly behind the team.Aibo's mount is at the forefront of the team, his long sword is out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword is pointing in the direction of the mission.

The city gate opened slowly, and the cavalry galloped towards the wilderness under his leadership.

Morani watched the cavalry team gallop out of the city gate from a distance, and easily found Aibo in the queue.

The patrol will be back in town before sunset.The sun was shining brightly, and he was already looking forward to dark.

Han Mo: "How long do you think we can meet the synchronization rate based on this interaction frequency?" '

S999: "If calculated according to the current trend, from the time you stay in the town to the time when Aibo personally escorts you to the royal city, the synchronization rate can increase to at least 30%. '

Han Mo: 'It sounds like I just need to sit here and wait. '

S999: 'That is in theory, but it is not feasible in actual operation, because the degree of OOC will exceed the tolerance rate.With the personality of the character Morani, it is impossible to be caught in peace. On the contrary, he has his own goals to accomplish.You probably haven't forgotten either. '

Han Mo: 'Is that list?Of course I remember, the obsession with this list in the memory of the original owner is... almost brainwashed me. '

In the interlayer of Morani's shirt, there is a piece of vellum, which is filled with the list of targets he has assassinated, and the completed tasks are marked with a cross.Of that series of names, only two were not crossed out.

One of them is written at the top: Branmark.Ingvar.The handwriting is quite immature, and it has been circled many times with red ink, so that at first glance, the group of words looks like an open wound.

That is the name of the current pope.

Another person's name is at the bottom, and the handwriting is smeared with ink, as if he hesitated when writing.

The name is: Aibo.Albican.