Farrar didn't believe that someone was killing people, cutting bones, and summoning skeletons in his jurisdiction, especially the old John he was talking about. He had the impression that he was just a lonely and disabled old man who was not very gregarious and a bit stubborn.
I heard that he had a strange hobby, which was to collect unknown corpses on the roadside and take them back to fertilize the fields. The villagers were so strange that they thought he killed people and cut their bones.
But as a church pastor, Farrar is very aware that there are different customs in the world, and there are many special professions. For example, in some countries, scavengers work part-time to wrap up people who have died on the roadside or at home, and deliver them to cemeteries or bury them in mass.
Gang, such scavengers are also called mourners.
Another example is that some countries like to behead their prisoners when executing them, so two professions were born, called executioners and corpse stitchers.
After the executioner cuts off the head, the stitcher is responsible for sewing the head back together so that the prisoner can be buried intact. Of course, the stitcher will occasionally act as a surgeon.
Another example…….
So when Farrar heard such a report, he was originally ready to shirk it. However, the new partner Paladin Oni was only eighteen years old. He was young and energetic and eager to make achievements. He came over without saying a word. What can Farrar do?
Being able to follow him will help him cover up if his partner gets into trouble.
Old John's yard didn't even have a door, so Oni barged in directly. The most eye-catching thing was the neat elder branches in the yard. He got closer and smelled it, and could smell a slight smell of corruption. He drew out his long sword with his backhand and stabbed it.
When I put it down and pulled it out again, there was already a faint smell of corpse on the tip of the sword.
"Damn it, you are really burying corpses here and preparing to summon skeletons?" Paladin Oni said angrily.
Peleg scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. Although it was strange to bury a corpse in the yard, it was hard to say that it was not a corpse for sacrifice. There was no smell of death in the yard.
What's more, even if a corpse is sacrificed, who would use it to summon skeletons? What a waste. Skeletons are not very powerful in combat. It is better to stew a pot of bone soup to summon hellhounds, which love to chew bones and are very powerful in combat.
An Ge opened the door with a creak and walked into the yard.
Oni immediately raised his sword and pointed: "Are you here to sacrifice the corpse? Evil heretic, I, trainee paladin Neo, will judge you on behalf of the light. If you think you are not guilty, please raise your hands high and let the Holy Light judge you.
to judge.”
Oni finished reading in a serious manner, then raised his long sword high, and a bright and holy light lit up on the sword: "Holy light, purify the shadows of the world, the sword of the Holy Spirit, destroy all heretics, in the name of light, judge
!”
A skill specifically used to judge heretics. If it is not a heretic, the light of judgment will pass through the body without any hindrance. If it is a heretic, the light of judgment will explode on the heretic, causing double damage.
Peleg sighed inwardly. In recent years, young people from the church have become more and more rigid. They always like to use the light of judgment to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Human hearts are complicated. What kind of skills can distinguish them?
Even if they are not heretics, what if they are murderers, robbers, and thieves with evil intentions? What if they are arrogant magicians? There is no hostility in the first place, but once you put them on trial, they may become enemies.
Every year, this kind of arrogance and rudeness provokes many enemies to the church, but none of the young people can change this habit. Maybe they think it doesn't matter, so what if they provoke you? Do you dare to offend our Light Church?
It's just that I didn't meet a ruthless person, otherwise, these young people would definitely suffer.
Just when these thoughts flashed through Farrar's mind, Ange stepped aside and hooked the opponent's foot.
Ange only felt that the opponent's movements were very slow. Nigris told him not to kill people or seriously injure him, otherwise it would attract the attention of the Church of Light to this village, which would cause great trouble.
If a paladin or a priest suddenly died somewhere, it would be fine in normal times, but at times like this, they would definitely think of Nicholas.
Oni's feet were hooked like this, and he immediately lost his balance and flew forward, hitting the wall with his head and fainted.
Gua… Gua… Gua….
The scene was a little embarrassing for a moment. Farrar covered his face and didn't want to look at it. As soon as they met, he became so aggressive that he wanted to judge others, and then knocked his head against the wall and fainted. It was so embarrassing. Could it be that he wanted to use his fainting to make the other person feel guilty?
Is this the purpose of judging the other party?
However, it also proved from the side that the person in front of him was very powerful. Farrar became cautious and said in a loud voice: "My friend, I am offended. I am the priest Farrar from a nearby town, and this is the trainee paladin Oni.
Who are you? Where are you from?"
Ange tilted his head and glanced at him, expressionless, mainly because he didn't know how to answer. Could he say that his name was Ange, he came from the Abyss of Rest, and he was a skeleton.
I simply ignored him, picked up the paladin, and slapped him on the head with a Cleansing Technique, hoping he wasn't killed or seriously injured.
Farrar's eyes suddenly widened. Holy light? And it was cast casually. It was a bit like a purification spell, but it quickly eliminated the bumps on Oni's head. This hand alone showed that the opponent was of a very high level.
A high-ranking cleric is at least of a much higher level than himself.
Oh my God, what did that idiot Oni do? He launched a trial against a cleric who was much higher than them in the church!
"First-level Priest Farrar pays homage to your lord, please honor me by your surname." Farrar fell to his knees and said in awe.
Peleg's kneeling not only frightened the Sheriff and his men who brought them to find trouble, but also woke up Nigris.
"Yes, you know the Holy Light. You can pretend to be a priest of the Church of Light and leave here safely. People from the Church of Light will not track down a person who knows the Holy Light. Let me think about it. Let me think about it. What is in the Church of Light?
Which identity is best for you to pretend to be?”
"Thinking about it, ascetic, the kind of ascetic who lives alone and does not cultivate words and asks for trouble, you pretend to be an ascetic, and you appear here at just the right time to track down the person who killed Nikolai
."
"Introduce yourself this way: Monk Ange of Light and Shadow." Negris said quickly into Ange's soul.
"The monk in the light and shadow, Ange." Ange introduced himself intermittently.
Nigris high-fived Ange in his soul: "Wonderful, ascetic monks are the kind of loners who don't speak for many years, and their language skills have deteriorated. Your intermittent speaking style is more like, quick,
Please praise me for my good choice."
The ascetic monk? Peleg was shocked. The legendary ascetic monk? I have never come across it. How could such a big shot appear here? Could it be...
At this time, Old John finally walked out of the house briskly. Everyone outside the yard was dumbfounded. Isn't Old John a lame person?
Even an old cripple like Old John can be cured. This ascetic monk is so strong. No need to ask, it must be because of that incident.
Farrar stood up, crossed his hands and stroked his shoulders and saluted again: "Lord Ange, are you here to exorcise the devil from Saint Shyamala?"