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La Serena is not a small backwater village. When Mary and Baker's parents were still alive, the Kent family's family was also good, and Mary was not a country girl who had never seen the world.

However, when she saw this man wearing a priest's robe for the first time, the impact and shock she received at that moment was indescribable.

This is not only because the other party's appearance is outstanding that she has never seen before, but also because his identity is like a god descending to her family.

"Priest? You are a priest!" Tears welled up in Mary's eyes. Without thinking, she knelt down and kissed the corner of the other party's robe.

"Please, save Baker! I would like to dedicate my soul to you!"

A hand was pressed on top of her head, very light and gentle, and Mary heard the owner of that hand say: "Follow the will of the Goddess of Light, and your loved ones will be protected by her!"

Mary's heart trembled, and she pressed her entire forehead against the opponent's robe more and more piously.

After all, he had played a similar role in the small town of Jed. Priest Yannick was already familiar with this method of soothing people's hearts.

The Holy See in Olin Continent is following the noble and glamorous route, not the people-friendly route. It is only natural for the common people to pay homage to the priests of the Holy See. At this time, it is absolutely impossible to kindly walk over to help them and say that there is no need to be polite. If so...

Then you got the wrong script, dear!Not only will you not be appreciated by others, but others will think you are a fake priest. The most normal reaction is to accept their worship as a matter of course.

So these days, the god stick must also have the professional ethics of the god stick - this is the summary of Priest Yannick's work.

As for Mary, she heard a glimmer of hope from this pretentious sentence, and couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

On the contrary, Baker was calmer. He had already embraced the mentality that he would die. Even if he had more hope now, he didn't dare to be too excited. He was afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"Lovely girl, please take off the bandage." The priest said to Jane who was standing by.

Jane is the youngest sister in the family, and she was a little at a loss when she encountered such a scene. When she saw the priest, she almost forgot where to put her hands.

"Let me do it!" Mary stepped forward and quickly helped Baker untie the bandages wrapped around him.

A deep purple and black wound came into view.

The wound was deep, and the surrounding flesh had begun to rot and stink, and the bones exposed underneath could be faintly seen. As the wound was gradually exposed to the air, Baker's face became even uglier.He gritted his teeth to hold back his moans, his hands tightly clutched the linen cloth under his body, his veins burst out, and his breathing became short of breath.

Seeing this, Mary couldn't help sobbing: "He has already drank the magic potion, but he hasn't improved at all!"

"It's already very good." The priest comforted, "If he didn't drink the magic potion, he might not be able to see you now."

However, Beck's injury is indeed not optimistic. If it continues, there is no guarantee that there will be no disease. The priest frowned slightly. He has healed several soldiers who were also scratched or bitten just now. Beck is not the first one, but the previous ones No one is as serious as Baker, and he is not sure that he can be completely cured.

Mary's eyes closely followed the priest's every move. Seeing his frowning expression, she couldn't help becoming nervous. "Your Excellency, how is Baker?"

"It's a little troublesome, but it should be cured."

The priest gave her a reassuring smile, then put his hand over Baker's wound and began to chant a spell.

He used an intermediate healing technique, and the warm and soft white light covered the wound. Since Baker's injury was too serious, and Yannick had consumed too much mana before, even if it was an intermediate healing technique, he would have to let him go instantly. It is also unlikely that the body will recover.

Yannick had to repeat the middle-level healing spell over and over again, and kept grabbing the magic crystal that Sophia took from Tines from the magic bag in his hand to replenish his magic power.

The magic crystals are all green magic crystals, which are not good, but they are better in quantity, which will be enough to support Yannick's needs for a while.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and after a while, his entire face was drenched with sweat.

Yannick was so focused on the treatment that Sophia didn't even notice that Sophia took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and he didn't even notice Chris who was standing at the door of the tent at some point.

Mary looked at the black-clothed mage with a blurred face. She knew that the mage and the priest had always been at odds, and she was worried that this mage was also looking for trouble. Who knew that after the black-clothed mage walked in, he directly blocked Sophia holding the veil for the second time. Reach out to the priest's hand for the first time.

"Your Excellency Chris?" Sofia didn't dare to speak loudly in order to avoid distracting Yannick.

"It's dirty, it can't be used anymore." The mage in black took the kerchief in her hand expressionlessly, threw it on the ground, then picked up the staff directly, and cast a spell on the priest to evaporate the surface moisture.

Sophia: "..."

It's just to wipe off the sweat, wouldn't it be too exaggerated to use middle-level spells!

However, in front of Chris, this daring earl's daughter had no choice but to swallow her anger.

The priest didn't notice this scene at all. After reciting the incantation for a few times, Baker's wound finally returned to normal color, and the rotten flesh disappeared. The black turned red, and Baker's face didn't seem so ugly.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Baker's tone was still weak, but his gratitude was beyond words.

"Thank you, thank you so much! Your Excellency, I don't know how to express my gratitude!" Mary cried out excitedly, pulled her little sister Jane to kneel down and kissed the corner of the priest's robe and the upper of the shoe.

Yannick let out a long breath, and only then did he notice the existence of Chris.

Turning his head and smiling at the other party, he said gently to Mary: "In the name of the Goddess of Light, it is the priest's duty to save the world. May the Goddess bless you forever!"

"The Kent family is willing to serve the goddess for life. I sincerely thank you, my lord!" Mary repeatedly expressed her gratitude. If her previous respect was to allow the priest to save her brother, it is obviously completely sincere now.

As long as their wishes can be fulfilled, these civilians will be the most loyal believers of the Holy See.

Yannick's face turned pale, and he was a little out of strength. If it wasn't for Chris supporting him, he would have slipped and fell to the ground.

"You've exhausted your magic power, you'd better take a break." The mage in black said in a deep voice.

"There are still many wounded over there." The priest said softly.

This sentence made Mary and the others even more respectful. They had also met priests, but they were all aloof, arrogant and indifferent. Although there was nothing wrong with saying this, they suddenly saw such a gentle and kind person who was willing to help them. After the priest, there will inevitably be contrasts, and there will be differences if there is a contrast. In this way, Priest Yannick has three more admirers.

"Based on your current condition, there is no way to heal other people." The black-clothed mage said matter-of-factly, "If you insist, I will pick you up and send you back to your residence. Maybe you prefer this option?"

"No, I don't like it at all!" The priest didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This method is too rough, I can take a break and continue. You will respect me, won't you?"

He originally wanted to increase his fame and prestige by assisting Tines in commanding the battle, but after the appearance of the young genius mage Mude Fan, this plan obviously no longer worked.In terms of reputation and prestige, a mage who already has a foundation and a stronger background than him is of course stronger than him.

Therefore, Yannick withdrew from the battlefield without hesitation, and took the next best thing, using his advantage as a priest to heal the wounds of soldiers and civilians, and won praise from everyone.

There has never been a free lunch in this world. If you want to earn your reputation, of course you have to work hard, so Yannick thinks that what he has paid now is totally worth it.

The mage in black pursed his lips, and after a long time, he said, "Yes, if you insist."

The silver-haired priest showed a happy smile: "I'm so glad you understand, dear teacher."

He put the last title very lightly, but for some reason, the black-clothed mage's heart thumped, as if someone hit his heart with a small hammer, which was so obvious that he couldn't ignore it.

Chris found that facing this handsome priest, he actually had an urge similar to reading a long-lost magic book.

In La Serena, separated by a thick city wall, there are thousands of undead corpses piled up outside, and undead continue to try to climb up, but they are eventually knocked down by the mages one after another.

Even though this battle is not over yet, at last, whether it is mages, swordsmen, or ordinary soldiers, they can breathe a sigh of relief, and even lean against the city wall for a short rest. look of joy.

Under the command of the young mage Mu Defan, the war between humans and the undead has been victorious. When news of the fall of individual cities came from other countries, the Garter Empire firmly guarded its frontier fortresses.

In this, the blue-robed mage contributed a lot, and this battle is bound to make the halo on his head even more dazzling.

But the genius sorcerer that everyone called, he didn't see joy, nor was he overly dignified, only cautious as always.

"My lord!" One of the mages who accompanied him to La Serena hurried over and reported in a low voice: "That Yanick Hill, under the banner of the Holy See, healed many wounded in the city, and many of them were killed by the undead. Those who were bitten were healed by him, and the commoners worship him very much now!"

Another mage heard this, and said angrily, "The people of the Holy See always like to do such despicable things! How dare we buy people's hearts from the rear while we are working hard at the front!"

"He's very smart." Master Fandelini Gabila, whose surname is difficult to pronounce, didn't feel angry, but smiled slightly.

People in the Holy See have always been arrogant and selfish. He originally thought that after exposing the priest's identity, he would shrink his head even more. After all, La Serena only has mages and no priests. Even a bishop wants to deal with so many priests alone. Possibly, who knows, this person simply exposed his identity directly to treat civilians.

"Your Excellency, he is the only priest in the entire La Serena," the mage who came to report just now suggested with a little excitement: "After he heals all the wounded, we can find an excuse to let the city lord arrest him. Then take him to the Magic Guild and execute him publicly!"

"Do you think this method is good?" Master Fan raised his eyebrows.

"The Holy See has executed several mages, we should take revenge!"

"Those mages have all used dark magic." Master Fan glanced at him. "Whether it's true or not, it's always a high-sounding excuse. Even the Magic Guild doesn't recognize black magic. But that priest is different, he's cured now There are so many people, and so many people support it, if we do that, it will lose the hearts and minds of the people."

"But……"

"Killing people directly is the most unfashionable way, only a fool would do that." Fan Master looked at the stormy sky in the distance, and put his hands in his sleeves. "Smart people must learn to look farther. Our greatest enemy is not him, let alone the Holy See."

"What is that, undead?" The mage who asked was taken aback.

"It's me." Master Fan said indifferently, "The biggest enemy is always only me."