Lawn's words echoed in his mind, "A Doomsday Bull's head can be exchanged for a full set of Blessed Knight Plate Armor from our Lady."
After many years of traveling, Laing knew the "price" of the Magical Beast's head. A jar of Sacred Oil was the cheapest gift.
The White Wolf Knight was depressed. What did he obtain from Yurick when he killed the Orc leader, "Sharp Fangs" Gor?
It was the Wolf's Tooth Necklace that was given to Lawn.
In any case, Leon had already obtained the information he needed. The White Wolf Knight temporarily suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and walked out of the White Wolf Church. The long period of vigilance and traveling in the wilderness had made Leon feel physically and mentally exhausted. Now that he was in the city, he could finally relax a little and enjoy a short period of leisure.
Following the gravel road, Ryan walked towards the Butter Beer Inn. The inn wasn't far from the White Wolf Church. Moreover, from afar, the target was rather obvious … A large group of villagers was surrounding the entrance of the inn, and the number of people was increasing.
What were they doing?
"Beautiful Great Witch, please. Our village's bull is sick. There are green spots on its body. Please help us!" A middle-aged villager with a headscarf lowered his head and pleaded with the woman standing at the entrance of the inn.
The woman standing at the door looked like she was in her thirties. She wore a lake-green tunic dress with a brown bearskin vest draped over her body. A white fox skin scarf was tied around her neck. Her face was dignified and gentle, beautiful and generous. Her long black hair was tied behind her head, but there was a hint of helplessness on her face. "Sir, do I look like a veterinarian?"
"No … you don't." The villager lowered his head, but he immediately realized what he had said. He knelt on the ground and said, "But, Great Witch, please. Our village can't do without the bull! If that's the case, a few of our families will go bankrupt. Please! We know we don't have anything to give you. Can you accept this? This is our only asset! "
After saying that, the male villager took out a few silver coins from his pocket and gave them to the woman.
"… Alright, I'll try to concoct some potions. Take them back and see if they're useful." The woman sighed and didn't take the money from the male villager. She just asked him to pick some herbs and then said to the rest of the villagers, "That's enough. I'm tired today and want to rest. You all can go back."
After saying that, the woman walked towards the hotel lobby without looking back. The villagers who got the woman's promise were so happy that they danced with joy, but the other villagers looked gloomy and looked at each other.
"Well, the witch said she's tired. Let's come back tomorrow," a fat man said.
"That's all we can do. Who asked us to not be the first one today?" The tall and skinny man replied. The rest of the villagers dispersed.
"Ms. Ditlind?" Laing, who was standing behind everyone, rolled his eyes.
What kind of wind blew this Garlan councilwoman here?
Ditlind Sorma, the councilwoman of the Garlan Councilwoman, was an academic legendary witch. She wasn't good at fighting, but she was good at alchemy and making potions. The harpy's heart mentioned earlier was something she asked Laing to get. In return, she made a space ring for Laing.
Ditlind was relatively kind-hearted. She was a wizard, not a sorcerer. Sometimes, when she passed by a town, she would help the villagers as much as she could. This way, she could get herbs from the villagers at a low price.
Laing walked in without hesitation. The villagers were pushed around by the white wolf knights. They were about to curse, but when they saw that it was a royal knight in noble clothes, they quickly moved aside.
When he opened the door of the hotel, he heard Teresa's voice from inside. "Sister Ditlind, why are you suddenly here?"
"A cargo ship from the south will send a batch of precious alchemy. I'm worried about the quality, so I want to check it myself."
Laing rolled his eyes.
Sister?
He remembered that Ditlind was at least 70 years old.
Uh, women.
When he entered the hotel, the two women were already walking upstairs.
"How does it feel to be out on an adventure? How does it feel to have Laing as your companion? "Ditlind asked.
"Uh … not bad." Teresa nodded. "But something happened in the middle … it was a little dangerous."
"Does it feel good to be on an adventure, or does it feel good to have Leon as your partner?" The academic witch asked.
"Both are good." The ice and psychic sorceresses blushed slightly, but they looked normal. She asked casually, "I heard that you've met Laing many times before?"
Ditlind was about to say something when she saw Laing standing on the first floor from the corner of her eye. She suddenly smiled and said, "What do you think of him?"
"Laing's man? Oh … "Teresa blushed slightly. She suddenly remembered that she had lost her composure at the city gate." Generally speaking, he's a good companion. "
"That's right. He's strong, handsome, and from what you said, he seems to be very polite? How rare. "Ditlind wanted to continue teasing, but Laing said rudely," Ms. Ditlind? Please don't talk about me in front of my face, okay? "
"Hohoho! I thought you'd be happy to hear our Teresa praise you!" Ditlind giggled. The mature and dignified witch seemed to be proud of this joke. On the contrary, Teresa instinctively looked back and saw Laing standing on the first floor. Her beautiful face instantly turned red, and her tone became very dangerous. "Eavesdropping on the ladies' conversation? Laing, you're so despicable. I'm so disappointed. "
"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just that my hearing is much better than ordinary people. Some things are out of my control." Laing shrugged. His expression did not show any guilt. "But … Ms. Ditlind, long time no see."
"Yes, long time no see. Your parents are doing well. When I passed by Otne, I prescribed some rheumatism medicine for Norman. I'm sure he'll feel better this winter." She was not the kind of witch who liked to tease others. She only said one or two sentences and that was enough. She said to Leon seriously.
"Thank you very much!" Leon solemnly placed his right hand on his chest and performed a knight's salute. Norman had been fighting non-stop since he was young, and Nord was a place of bitter cold. Unlike Leon, who had powerful genes and psionic protection, Norman naturally suffered from some chronic illnesses. Every winter when the weather was wet and cold, Norman would often ask the priests of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy to cast divine spells on him to alleviate his pain.
However, divine spells could not solve the root of the problem. High-level divine spells could solve the problem, but the price was too high. It was not something that Norman could afford. After all, he was only a small lord with an annual income of about three to five hundred gold coins. The sixth-circle divine spell, Life Regeneration, cost five hundred gold coins each time, and that was the discount price for nobles.
Later, things took a turn for the better because of Laing's rise.
It was useful for Leon to show some respect. The sorcerers of Jalan helped Norman with their alchemy potions, which greatly relieved Norman's rheumatism. It was also because of this that Leon became acquainted with Ditinda. Witches who were not good at fighting and needed large amounts of alchemy materials would often ask Leon to help them get precious materials.
"Did you come to Mjolden Haven alone?" Teresa had already booked a room for him. Laing got the key.
"No … I came with a team of paladins. They are now reporting to the Church of Justice. They should be back soon." Ditlind took Teresa to the top floor. There were only three rooms on the top floor. The largest and best room was taken by the academy witches, and the second largest room was booked by Teresa. Laing was given a standard one-bedroom suite.
"You've worked hard, Laing. Sister Ditlind needs to continue her experiment. You should go and rest. Remember to come to my place for dinner tonight." Teresa looked at Laing's tired face and said gently.
Leon was indeed very tired. He opened the door to his room and greeted the two female members of the Marvel Blue Council. Then, he fell asleep on the soft bed. When he woke up, the sun had already set.
After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he opened the door and went downstairs. Ryan found that a group of "tin cans" were sitting downstairs. Several fully-armed Saint Samurai were booking rooms with the innkeeper. The innkeeper's face was slightly sullen. "So, you want three rooms?"
"Yes." The paladin in the lead had a head of beautiful golden hair. His green eyes were full of vitality and enthusiasm. He had a handsome face and a hooked nose. He was wearing a standard paladin plate armor, and the holy emblem of the God of Justice was emitting a soft white light in the night.
Among the remaining paladins, there were many who were of higher status, but the one who came out to negotiate was indeed this young paladin. This was because his choice of words was elegant and polite, and the family emblem on his chest showed that he was not only a paladin, but also a noble.
As mentioned before, the paladins were not liked by the merchants and shopkeepers because of their style.
However, when the paladin raised his head, Laing's eyes lit up. "Al- Frey?!"
The paladin was stunned and subconsciously shouted, "Laing?"
"Hahahaha! No wonder Archbishop Innocent said that my old friend is here! " Laing laughed and walked down the stairs. The exhaustion from before was swept away. The white wolf knight walked up to the paladin. "Alf! When did you come? "
Alf was the nickname Laing gave to Al- Frey.
"A few days ago." The paladin with blond hair and blue eyes walked up and gave Laing a big hug. "Good friend! You're here too? You've been very famous recently. We all know about how you killed a doomsday bull on your own! Well done! "
"Haha!" Laing thought. When he came to the White Wolf Church, no one knew about it. Now the Church of Justice knew about it in just one afternoon?
The Church of Justice was indeed very powerful.
The two of them were both surprised and happy to see each other. The hotel owner immediately recognized Ryan. Seeing that this group of Sacred Warriors knew the White Wolf Knights, he quickly gave them three rooms without hesitation.
"Alex, you guys go rest first. I have something to say to Laing." Al- Frey said to the other paladins, then put his arm around Laing's shoulder. "You're amazing now, kid! The whole kingdom is talking about your name! That was none other than the Doomsday Bull! "
"Don't! I was lucky. I don't want to face the Doomsday Bull again." Laing hurriedly refused. "But you, Alf, I heard that you've become a paladin?"
"Thank you, my Lord, for your favor!" Al- Frey and Laing found a place to sit down in the hall. The two began to talk about recent events.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, this kind of joy was not something that Ryan could feel in his previous life in the Celestial Empire. This unexpected meeting made both of them very happy.
Al- Frey was Laing's childhood friend. The two grew up together and used to be good friends who talked about everything. But when Laing became a paladin at the age of 16, Al- Frey also bid farewell to his parents and officially joined the Church of Justice.
Because Al- Frey was not the eldest son, he was the second son. As the second son, he could not inherit the title of nobility. So when he awakened his talent, his parents asked the church to directly change him to a paladin to avoid a possible succession struggle.
This was a helpless move for nobles.
Laing once felt that it was unfair for his "childhood" friend, but the optimistic and cheerful Al- Frey was not surprised by his parents' decision. He still maintained his optimistic and kind nature, and in the past few years, he had done well in the Church of Justice. A few days ago, Laing received news that Al- Frey had successfully become a paladin. It could be said that he had broken through the ranks of the paladins.
The leader of the paladins walked up and extended his hand to Laing. His face was full of wrinkles and wrinkles, and the golden threads on his plate armor and helmet showed that he was not an ordinary person. "Hello, Mr. Laing. I'm the paladin in charge of this expedition. My name is Freud."
"Hello! Paladin Freud! " Laing shook hands with him. Freud was a famous paladin, one of the core paladins trained by the Church of Justice. The fact that he was sent here meant that Pope Innocent attached great importance to Baert.
Of course, this also explained why Baert, as a master demon hunter, was unwilling to join the Church of Justice. It was because the Church of Justice had its own system of paladins. The Church of Justice had its own system of paladins. Internally, it had established a system of priests, bishops, regional bishops, and archbishops, and a system of training paladins. The Church of Justice did not need the help of demon hunters, so the treatment of demon hunters was not very good.
Therefore, the current status of demon hunters was a little awkward. The nobles did not need them all the time. For the Church, it was best if they had them, but it was not a big problem if they did not have them. Moreover, the commission from the commoners was too little.
Just as the two were about to say something, a wandering paladin suddenly rushed into the hotel. He rushed upstairs, ignoring the security guards. "I want to see the witch! It's very important! Get out of my way! "
It's Ike!
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