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The continuous flow of wounded from the front line has finally gradually decreased. I heard that the war there has come to an end, but for Yannick, this means that before he heals all the people bitten by the undead, the task It is not considered complete.

This task was not imposed on him by the city lord Tines, nor was it requested by the common people. For those wounded, the priests are superior. If they are willing to save people, it is already a great gift. No one will force a person who has done his best. And the exhausted priest, although many people are still in pain.

But Yannick thinks that since he has done it, he should do his best. Now that he has completely exposed his identity and become a thorn in the eyes of other mages, it is better to take the opportunity to maximize his reputation. When he is supported by the common people in the city, Even if mages want to harm him, they have to be cautious.

The most important thing is that he will eventually return to the Holy See in the future, and this qualification will also become his promotion rank.

But not everyone thinks like him. Sophia followed Yannick all the way. Seeing that the priest assisted the city lord in commanding the battle with great results, a genius mage came halfway and took away the credit of the priest in a blink of an eye. The balance in her heart tilted She couldn't help complaining about the priest.

"Sophia, thank you for being so considerate of me, but he is a well-respected mage, and it would be more suitable for him to command the battle than me." The priest smiled, his face pale due to the excessive consumption of mana. "And it's my own wish to come here to help these wounded people heal, and it has nothing to do with others."

It's such a great feeling that he has received great benefits but others still think he has been wronged, the priest thought cheerfully, while showing a compassionate smile, which made Sophia feel that he was only compromising and seeking to take care of the overall situation.

"Don't worry, when I return to the imperial capital, I will ask my father to give you a good word in front of His Majesty. Please communicate with the bishop of the Garter Empire so that you can join the branch church of the Garter Empire!"

"Sophia Marin, you should go ask Tines for some more magic crystals." The black-clothed mage suddenly said, even if he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could hear the tone of "You stole my lines, you are an eyesore" .

"..."

The earl's daughter PK the unknown noble mage, of course, Sophia was forced to retreat silently due to the latter's power.

After Sophia left, the mage in black said to the priest: "If you want to join the branch church of the Garter Empire, I will help you achieve it when you return to the imperial capital."

... Is it really okay for you to plagiarize other people's ideas like this, dear!

The corner of Yannick's mouth twitched.

Unknowingly, a long night had passed, and when the priest healed the last wounded person, the sun was already high in the sky, and the warm sunlight shone on everyone, making people want to squint their eyes and take a nap.

Everyone knows that only the priests of the Holy See can heal the Black Death, so when the citizens of La Serena learned that a priest appeared in the city and healed the wounded on the front line, they all saw a glimmer of hope. Those who fled the city also began to hesitate and wait and see.

Since last night, people have been sending things over in the name of comforting the wounded. Of course, it would be great if they could meet the priest and get closer.

Hearing that the undead army over there has been gradually wiped out, and the crisis in La Serena has been lifted, everyone is finally relieved. Yannick is really unwilling to take a walk, and he politely declined many people who came to thank him in an endless stream Asked, and borrowed Baker's tent to rest for a while, Baker was of course very happy - it was his great honor to be able to stay with the light and hope in the eyes of the citizens of La Serena.

At this moment, Yannick didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and he just wanted to find a place to sleep well.

He was sitting in a corner of the tent, with an unconcealable exhaustion on his face, while Chris took out a volume of magic books from nowhere and was reading.

Then Yannick remembered that the mage in black had been with him for most of the night.

Although the other party didn't say it clearly, with Chris around, basically no other mage came to provoke him.

But a mage and a priest are together, which is a strange scenery in itself.

"Chris, do you know Pham, I mean the young mage with the awkward last name?"

"Yes." Chris handed him a bottle of potion without looking up. "Drink it to restore some energy."

Yannick took it, unscrewed the bottle and poured it into his mouth. It had no taste, almost like plain water.

"What kind of person is he?"

"He is very talented in magic." Chris finally raised his head, "He is the most proud student of Saint Simon of France."

"Compared to you, who is stronger among you?" Yannick felt that if he didn't find some topics to divert his attention, he might fall asleep quickly.

"I don't know." The black-clothed mage said truthfully, "He is better at analysis, but my intuition is better."

"From what you've said, he should be a difficult person," Yannick thought thoughtfully, "No wonder he didn't show me such obvious hostile eyes like other mages."

"His vision won't be so short-sighted, otherwise he wouldn't be worthy of being a student of the Holy Spirit."

This was the first time the priest heard the mage being so sure of a person. He thought for a while and asked: "I heard that the four dharma saints are the honorary elders of the elders of the Magic Guild, and the Magic Guild selects talents with good abilities every year on the mainland. Strong young mages are being cultivated. Does this mean that this Mage Fan is also one of the key cultivation targets of the Magic Guild?"

Chris: "Yes."

Yannick: "So what about you?"

Chris: "They don't know I exist."

Yannick was surprised: "As a mage, don't you have to register with the Magic Guild when you advance?"

Chris is very calm: "I use a fake name."

Yannick was a little speechless, this teacher really did a good job of keeping secrets.

"...Well, actually, I don't understand very well. Even if you are a nobleman, I mean, in order not to let the Holy See know that the great nobleman of the empire is a mage, it is understandable for you to hide your identity, but even if you know, there should be nothing you can do about it, right? ? After all, it is impossible for the Holy See to sever ties with the Garter Empire now."

Chris frowned, showing a disgusted expression - of course, due to the confusion of spells, the priest didn't see it. "The more people know about it, the more trouble it means, and the Holy See is only a small part."

Especially his overzealous elder brother, he will definitely show off to others, and then stuff him with dozens of wife candidates!

The priest blinked. Although he didn't understand very well, he didn't continue to ask. Obviously, the mage in black was a little disgusted with this topic.

"Then maybe you'd like to tell me about the relationship between the nobles, the Magic Guild, and the Holy See? To be honest, although my godfather and adoptive father was the former bishop of the Principality of Santos, he passed away before I could listen to his teachings. "

The mage in black thought for a while: "Let me make an analogy."

The priest showed a look of all ears.

Black-clothed mage: "If the Holy See is the legal wife of the noble, the mage is the mistress of the noble."

Priest: "..."

Master: "A man and his wife can be very affectionate, and they are indispensable to each other, but this does not prevent a man from having a mistress. A wife can only pinch her nose and pretend that she is not divorced, even though she knows that a man has a mistress. know, and wives and mistresses are always in hostile relations."

Yannick was about to applaud these remarks, every word!

"I didn't expect you to look puzzled, but in fact..." Mensao!

"Am I not right?"

"No, it's very correct, and it's incisive." The priest smiled, "It's true. But as long as the timing is right, there may be a day when wives and mistresses will work together. After all, all the hostile relationships in this world, you can talk about it. Going is nothing more than profit."

"What do you want to do?" The mage in black glanced at him.

"I'm just thinking..." The priest rubbed his nose, "The Holy See has enough enemies now, that Mulder van Derini Gabila, oh, his surname is a mouthful! To be honest, that one The sorcerer's behavior towards me can be called friendly, and I don't understand what his thoughts are."

Black-clothed mage: "I am also very friendly to you."

"..." The silver-haired priest was almost overwhelmed by his ingenuity, "Yes, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with my question just now."

Mage: "But you deceived me."

Priest: "???"

"You told me that the priest's good morning kiss is to put his hand on someone's head, but in fact," the black mage's voice became a little darker, "one morning, I saw you kiss that elf's forehead gone."

Priest: "..."

The mage said meaningfully: "So keep this account first."

Priest: "..."

Staring at the scorching eyes of the mage in black, Yannick, who is as thick-skinned as Yannick, can hardly hold back his smile, should he say that I will make up for all the good morning kisses I owed you? !This conversation is going so weirdly!

"I feel like I'm in a bad mood, I still have a fever..." The silver-haired priest touched his forehead and muttered to himself, "I'd better sleep for a while, maybe the wounded will come over later... "

Lie down after speaking without giving Chris any chance to ask questions or rebuttal.

Maybe it was really too tired, almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The black-clothed mage looked away from him, and slowly read the sheepskin scroll in his hand, then slowly rolled it up, put it in the magic bag, bent down, picked up the sleeping priest, and walked out of the tent.

Baker and Mary, who acted as background boards from beginning to end, watched the priest's long silver hair rippling slightly in the latter's arms following the mage's footsteps.

"I heard that mages and priests have always been at odds. Is your Excellency Hill going to be okay?" Baker asked worriedly, and he was the only one who didn't understand the rich connotation of the conversation between the two.

"Ah, it's all right, don't worry! I think that mage cherishes the priest more than the parchment in his hand!" Mary said briskly, "The most important task for you now is to have a good rest. Not very qualified to request to be the guard of His Excellency the Priest!"

"You're right!" Beck also laughed.