"How's Sister Skotan?" Poster: Thunder Crystal.
"She's fine. She's currently receiving treatment in a wizard tower. She's safe." Replier: Fire-Relayer.
Josiah posted a picture of Cheryl lying on the bed in the post.
The spellcasters in the forum volunteered to save Cheryl. The situation was a bit chaotic when they scattered and fled, so they probably didn't know what was going on.
Therefore, Josiah had to give them an explanation.
Josiah didn't take a picture of Cheryl's face. He only took a picture of the moment when Desireless healed Cheryl with holy light magic.
Even without the picture, just the "receiving treatment in the wizard tower" was enough to make many spellcasters feel at ease.
There were only a few wizard towers in the whole of Noland, and the masters of each tower were the wisest archmages in Noland.
In the post made by Thunder Crystal, a few members of the Owl Pen Club already recognized this place as the Gray Cloak's wizard tower.
Now, Josiah only had to wait for Cheryl to wake up so she could personally thank the readers who saved her.
"Even now, I still can't believe it."
After healing Cheryl, Desireless suddenly walked to Josiah with his cane. This archbishop of the church was always calm when facing a demon like Josiah.
If it were any other archbishop in the Kingdom of Saints, they might just shout "You evil man" and start chanting some destructive holy light magic.
Desireless was indeed on the side of the church, but he didn't hate demons. He was just silently spreading his faith and absorbing new knowledge.
He was more like a monk than an archbishop.
"A judge would actually betray the church for this."
The spell caster forum appeared in front of Desireless, and it was the Diary of a Heretic Judge written by Cheryl.
Desireless seemed to be one of the followers.
"If it were me, I would also choose to resign. I believe they won't be the only traitors," Josiah said.
During the conversation, Cheryl, who had fainted on the bed, finally started to wake up after Desireless's treatment.
After waking up from a deep sleep, she maintained all the qualities that a judge should have.
Ciri, who had been waiting by the bed, noticed her eyelashes tremble slightly. The next second, Shirley opened her eyes, stood up from the bed at an extremely fast speed, and began to look around.
If it wasn't for the Gray Cloak cleverly taking away the owl nest on the bed, Cheryl's action was enough to break a few owl eggs in the nest into yolks and whites.
Cheryl began to size up the surroundings, her eyes filled with vigilance.
She had just been chased by three judges. Although the last thing she remembered was the scene of the spellcasters coming to save her, she still did not rule out the possibility that she was captured by the judges.
Cheryl touched her back with her hands. While she was unconscious, all her weapons had been taken away. Soon, she saw Hiri sitting by the bed.
Cheryl knew this female spellcaster. She had fought with Hiri a few times in the Hearthstone Tavern. Hiri's Mage deck had even defeated Cheryl, so she had a deep impression of Hiri.
"Am I … saved?"
Cheryl asked Hiri with uncertainty. The interrogation room of the Heretic Tribunal obviously did not have such a comfortable bed and a pile of books, not to mention the owls perched on the beam.
"I'm saved. Twelve archmages, a sage, and six drunken dwarven warriors. Even if Godzilla came to Noland, he would probably be dismembered, let alone the judges of the church."
Ciri recalled the scene just now. From the perspective of a Spell Caster, the battle in the alley just now could definitely be described as' shocking '.
"Bro … Zilla?"
Sheryl's sharp eyes caught an unfamiliar word in Ziri's words.
"You can think of it as the name of a dragon."
Josiah walked all the way to Cheryl. At this time, Selfless had chosen to leave the Mage Tower.
"Chaos … Devil, where are the judges? And the … spellcasters who came to help me. "
Cheryl calmly sat down after learning about her situation. She saw her friend Dinessa on the other side of the Mage Tower.
"Judging from the satiety of one of my friend's pets, they should be dead. Not to mention corpses, even the residue of their souls may not be left."
Josiah tried to figure out the mark on his palm. Recently, the Venerated Skeleton was very satisfied with the 'rations' that Josiah fed to the undead.
This Undead Grand Duke also had a certain hatred for the Heretic Tribunal of the church.
"As for the spellcasters who helped you …"
Josiah made a gesture in the air. There was no need for verbal explanation. Anyone who had used the magic net would understand what this gesture meant.
Cheryl immediately logged into the spellcaster forum. After browsing through the posts in several sections, she finally found the title that mentioned her in the 'Daily Gossip.'
The content was all asking about the current situation of 'Sister Sketan.'
Cheryl looked at these posts and didn't know what to reply. Finally, after giving words of thanks, she attached a sentence, "I will write out the latest contents of the diary immediately!"
After doing this, Cheryl began to look at her body. The wounds on her body had completely recovered; not even a scar was left.
The most frightening thing was that her internal organs and broken ribs had recovered as if time had flowed backward.
"It was the Desireless who healed me …"
In the entire Noland, Cheryl only knew that the Desireless had such a powerful healing magic.
Cheryl fell into silence at this time. She sat on the bed, hugged her legs with both hands, and stared at the spellcaster forum in front of her.
She and Dinessa successfully escaped from the Heretic Tribunal, but what about after that?
No matter where she hid, the Heretic Tribunal would not let go of a traitor like her. She had no experience in life and had no means to make money. It was difficult to find a place to live.
Just when Cheryl was troubled by these problems, Josiah took a bag of gold coins and put it in front of her. There were more than ten gold coins in it.
"A deal with the devil?"
This was Cheryl's first reaction.
"A reader's tip."
Josiah looked at this poor writer and chose to give her some money. Cheryl was very likely to be the future leader of the Weave literature. She was very talented, so Josiah helped her get rid of those 'small troubles'.
"Tip?"
Cheryl could not understand the meaning of this word. Although she did not care about the church, her understanding of demons came from the church's records.
"What do you want from me? Soul? Or body? "
Cheryl was much more generous than the Frost Elf.
She did not hide anything, and asked about the conditions of signing a contract with Josiah.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in thirteen-year-old children."
Since Hiri was also present, Josiah quickly expressed his position. Cheryl looked too young, and was not the type that Josiah liked.
"You might not believe it, but I'm almost ninety-one years old. However, this body has stopped growing, but I can change into anything you like," Cheryl said.
"There's only one thing I want, and that's to finish writing that diary."
Josiah picked up the bag of coins and threw it into her hands.
"This is the Gray Cloak's mage tower. He doesn't mind having two nuns who can tidy up books and take care of owls in his mage tower. The Sage's mage tower isn't a place that any assassin can easily enter. The Gray Cloak will probably pay you a salary. Also, if your diary is as attractive as before, I'll reward you even more."
This completely solved the problem of Cheryl and her friends living in Noland. Cheryl held the bag of coins in her hands in silence.
These dozen gold coins were enough for her to live a not-so-rich life in Noland, but …
"Then what about the money to open the card bag!"
Cheryl suddenly remembered the most important reason she came to Noland.
"You'll have to earn it yourself."
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