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The cleanliness priest occupied the bathtub in the room without any guilt, and took a hot bath from head to toe comfortably. You must know that he hasn't taken a bath since Azul and the others brought him out of Jed Town. After a real bath, even if he asked Aphra and Lily to cast a cleansing spell for him every day, it still couldn't compare to the feeling of his skin actually touching hot water.

Although the town of Tomei was chaotic and dirty, the rooms in the hotel were comfortably furnished. There was even a fine fragrance for bathing beside the bathtub. The beautiful emerald green liquid could fully relax every pore on the body.

When he finally dried his hair and tied it up again, put on his clothes and cloak and walked to the lobby of the hotel, he found that the scene seemed a bit chaotic.

Oh no, more than a little confusion!

At this time, the hotel lobby was divided into two groups of people with distinct barriers.

A group of mercenaries consisted of seven or eight swordsmen and two mages. One of the swordsmen was holding Asur. Can't move.

The other group included Afra, Lily, and Dantonio, oh, plus an elf baby who didn't know the truth.

No matter how you look at it, there is no chance of winning.

Surrounded by a circle of onlookers, they whistled for the innkeeper to place bets on which side would win.

Of course, very few bet on Afra and the others.

Yannick glanced and found that Chris was not there, and he didn't know where he went.

Afra was arguing with them: "Please return that mage to us!"

The elf baby was held in Lily's arms, sucking his fingers, and stared blankly at the confrontation between the two sides. His eyes had been fully opened, the same color as his hair, and as green as young willows in early spring.

A swordsman sneered and said, "He bumped into it by himself. To be honest, I have never seen such an idiot. He is not strong enough and dares to provoke a mid-level mage. He won't think that waving his staff can kill us all." Did someone fall to the ground?"

Azul's face was flushed red, but Naihe couldn't speak, so his expression twisted and twisted.

D'Antonio's face darkened: "You were the ones who were rude to our ladies first, assuming Azul's behavior was too reckless, I apologize to you on his behalf, then you should also apologize to our ladies! "

The elf baby spit out bubbles and seconded: "Boom!"

The other party seemed to have heard something funny, and laughed: "Impolite? We are praising them! Why, two ladies, you should know which side is stronger by now? Instead of following those two hopeless and stupid How about joining us, we have two middle-level mages and three middle-level swordsmen, who will definitely be able to protect you who are weak, oh yes, and the elves in your arms!"

Everyone on the other side burst into laughter.

No man can remain indifferent to his lover being treated lightly, but D'Antonio suppresses his anger because he knows that the three of them are no match for each other at all. What's worse is that when they need Chris most, he is not there.

"Ah! Ah!" The little elf suddenly cried out, trying to break free from Lily's embrace, and stretched out her little hands in a certain direction, making a gesture of hugging.

Everyone looked in the direction the elf was longing for, only to find Yannick standing on the stairs.

"Yannick, where's Chris?!" D'Antonio called out.

Yannick spread his hands: "He has no obligation to inform me of his whereabouts."

After watching the excitement, he wanted to quietly turn around and go upstairs. Who knew that it was a good thing to be ruined by the elf? If it wasn't for Asur's hot-headed rush, it wouldn't have turned into an explosive scene now.

In this kind of world where the strong are respected, the weak also have the way of the weak to live. They are obviously not as strong as others, but they still have to ask for dignity and decency, and they will get nothing in the end.

"Ahhh!" The little elf stretched out his hand to him persistently, looking at that posture, if he didn't hug him, he would burst into tears.

"..." Yannick resigned himself to going down the stairs, took him from Lily's hand, and then smiled at everyone. "You keep talking, don't worry about me."

After speaking, he turned and went upstairs, simply and neatly.

Lily, Afra, Dantonio: "..."

I just said that the scum of the Holy See cannot be trusted!Asur rolled his eyes desperately.

His inner cries seemed to be heard, and a strong wind suddenly hit the back of Yannick's head.

Yannick seemed to have sensed it, and turned sideways keenly, barely avoiding the fate of being cut on his face, but the hood was still swept off by the tail of the wind and fell off.

Then, there was a moment of silence in the tavern.

The beauty of a priest is undoubtedly very lethal.

At this moment, in the dimly lit hotel, the conspicuous hair color as bright as moonlight caught everyone's eyes.

More than half of the long silver hair was hidden in the cloak, but one couldn't help but want to pull it out in order to see the beauty of the moonlight streaming down.

The swordsman on the other side whistled, "So there is a big beauty here!"

There are not many women in Tomei Town, and there are even fewer beauties. Lily and Aphra can be regarded as the best among them, so they are molested by frivolous words. A sense of holiness and abstinence, this temperament can easily arouse others' desire to conquer.

As the swordsman spoke, he walked over, raised the long sword in his hand, and seemed to want to use the tip of the sword to lift the priest's chin.

At the same time, another gloomy voice sounded: "Are you a priest of the Holy See?!"

It was a mage who spoke, and he was staring at Yannick's priest's robe that was originally hidden under the cloak, but was accidentally exposed.

There is no need to say more about the hostile stance between the mage and the priest. When the other mages in the tavern heard it, they looked at Yannick immediately with alertness and hostility. The staff clenched tightly in their hands seemed to be able to use the most vicious attack spell at any time .

At this time, no one cared about the priest's beauty anymore, and the swordsmen who came with the mage also drew their swords and aimed at Yannick.

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

Lily took a step forward and blocked the priest holding the elf.

"I can swear on my reputation that Yannick is different from other priests of the Holy See, and he has never had the blood of a mage on his hands."

"Who knows! These bastards of the Holy See are always full of conspiracies, maybe he can kill everyone here in the next second!" The mage who spoke before let out a rough laugh, "You traitor of the mage, how could you Dare to openly protect a priest, could it be that you are in love with him?"

A swordsman teased frivolously: "Pierre, you can send her and her lover to the Magic Guild together. The love story between the female mage who betrayed the mage camp and the priest of the Holy See sounds touching enough!"

Dantonio was angry: "Shut up, they are not that kind of relationship!"

Aphra also tried to dispel the other party's hostility: "He is just a low-level priest, and he poses no threat to you at all!"

Yannick knew from the very beginning that his identity was sensitive, and he didn't want to show his face in front of people at all, but things often backfired. Lily's actions not only failed to make the opponent stop, but made those mages pay more attention to him.

"A low-level priest? A low-level priest wearing a bishop's ring?" Another mage in the opposing team noticed the left index finger half-hidden under the cuff of the priest's cuff. He obviously knew the hierarchy of power in the Holy See.

Upon hearing the bishop, the eyes of all mages present lit up.

An ordinary priest may not be able to arouse their great interest, but a bishop is different. He is the highest priest stationed in a country. If he can catch people in the Magic Guild, it will definitely bring them huge benefits. wealth and prestige.

Upon hearing the other party's words, Lily and the others were also stunned, and Lily couldn't help but turn around: "You are actually a bishop?!"

"Are you talking about this ring?" The priest raised the ring on his finger and smiled wryly. "No, it's just a beautiful misunderstanding, which I can explain."

The mage said with a sinister smile: "There is no need to explain! As long as you have this ring, when you are hanged on the gallows in front of the gate of the Garter Empire, the entire Olin Continent will know that we are the heroes who captured the bishop!"

What he said made all the mages stare at Yannick more and more scorchingly.

The conflict between the Holy See and the mages lasted for a long time, and both sides suffered casualties, but on the Holy See side, most of the casualties were middle- and lower-level ordinary priests, and no bishop was ever caught or killed.

Regardless of whether Yanick only has the mana of a low-level priest or not, as long as he wears the bishop's ring, it represents his status as a bishop. This is undoubtedly a temptation within reach.

The two sorcerers pointed their staffs at Yannick, but most of the swordsmen did not move. Although they were walking with the sorcerers, they were not in a subordinate relationship, and there was no need to work for them. Besides, the conflict between the Holy See and the sorcerers was also related to the sword. It doesn't matter much to the soldiers, they are more willing to watch the excitement.

One of the swordsmen suddenly said: "If he really wears a bishop's ring, then killing him will definitely cause a lot of trouble. Pierre, we don't want to get involved in the grievances between the mage and the Holy See, so Don't start here, you can take him far away, as long as we can't see it."

The mage named Pierre said with a sinister smile: "Are you trying to leave us behind after we escort you all the way here?"

The swordsman snorted: "Don't make it sound like you are the only ones protecting us, we just get what we need!"

At this time, another mage said: "Okay, guys, we are a team, don't let others think that we are having conflicts! This priest, even if we don't kill him, other mages will do it!" He looked around the hotel He glanced at the other mages who were staring at him, "It's a big deal, we will share half of the bounties we got from the Magic Guild with you!"

Lily, Aphra and the others stared at them blankly. Before they could respond, they had already decided Yannick's fate with just a few words.If it was placed a few days ago, they might be happy to see such a scene, but after Yannick exhausted his mana countless times to heal them along the way, they had long regarded Yannick as a companion, except for Azul , the others never thought of bringing him to the Magic Guild again.

But now, their strength is already low, so there is no room for resistance at all. Leaving aside those few swordsmen, even the two middle-level mages are not something Lily and the others can deal with.

Yannick, who was involved, was very calm.

...Because he was completely calm and numb.

Being chased and killed, fleeing thousands of miles, being caught by a mage, becoming a prisoner, and finally improving the relationship, he will fall into the hands of another group.

Can you be more unlucky, dear?

The two mages and the seven swordsmen had distributed all the benefits they could get from killing Yannick. The shady mage Pierre suddenly turned around and gave Yannick a hold spell, and then showed a strange smile.

Lily grabbed the staff in her hand and was about to make a move. Aphra quickly held her down and said to Pierre, "A living priest is much more valuable than a dead priest. Even if you want to kill him, you must first kill him." Send him to the Magic Guild for trial!"

Pierre licked his lips: "You're right, but we can't guarantee that there will be no accidents along the way, so just to be on the safe side..."

Before he finished speaking, a wind blade suddenly emerged from his staff and rushed towards Yannick at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone hasn't even been able to see its trajectory clearly!

With the speed and strength of that wind blade technique, Yannick's head would even be cut off!

Both Lily and Aphra couldn't help screaming.

There was no time for the body to avoid it, all Yannick could do was to close his eyes and wait for death.

At that moment, the only thought that flashed in my mind was: Where did his seemingly powerful teacher wander off? Could it be that he suddenly remembered that the mage and the priest are incompatible, so he decided to stand by and watch!

Maybe God finally heard his voice, the fierce wind blade stopped close to the skin of his neck, and dissipated without a sound, a strand of severed silver hair fell to the ground.

A red mark instantly appeared on the white neck, which was the wound made by the wind blade technique on the skin and began to ooze blood.

Just a little short, Yannick will say goodbye to this world.

The crowd didn't react at all, they heard Pierre let out a scream, and the man flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily on the table, smashing the whole table. Everyone feels pain.

"Who is your Excellency!" Pierre's companion recovered from the astonishment, and looked warily at the man who suddenly appeared next to Yannick. If you confuse the spell, you can't see the true face at all.

He didn't rush forward recklessly. With the speed of this man's shot, if he shot rashly, he would only repeat Pierre's fate.

The mage in black grabbed the priest's wrist and stared at Pierre like a poisonous snake.

"If you want to move him, you are making an enemy of me."