Chapter 472 The Young Demon Hunter of Kush and the Miracle Priest
Stepping on the solid floor tiles of the pier, Delavan jumped twice while looking around.
The floor tiles are unexpectedly strong, with no looseness at all. It is indeed the residence of a holy grandson, but it is unusual.
On the dock here, boxes of goods were erected on the shore of the lake like a low wall. Nearly a hundred porters were carrying boxes and sacks and transporting them to horse-drawn carriages or pallets.
These goods will be transported by land to the inland river (Para River), and then transported to the town by water.
It can be seen from the hay leaking out of the wooden box that this box probably contains wine or ceramics.
Although the Salvation Army has fundamentalist tendencies, it does not enforce it so strictly. It just advocates not drinking and then increases taxes on luxury drinks.
So many areas that have just accepted the rule of the Salvation Army have a strange feeling.
This seemingly extremely conservative regime is actually more relaxed and open than normal religious countries.
Looking at the scattered black-roofed and white-walled houses behind the pier, Delavan asked Perini who was coming off the bridge: "Uncle Perini, how long does it take to get to town from here?" Huh?”
"It's five or six miles away. Put your luggage on your back and let's walk there." Perini, who was leading the team, led the horse and also stood by the hitching post to rest.
"Leaving again?" McGowan heard the bad news just after he got off the bridge.
“What’s wrong with walking for a while?” Delawan looked at the gear sun flag fluttering on the pier, and his heart surged. “Saint Sun has walked seven hundred miles, and they even have to face the command company. Chase. "
This is the narrative in "The Expedition of the Holy Sun" that has been popular in Jinhe Township and Yibei Township recently. Many priests of the Holy Fathers like to tell this story.
Compared to those plain and complicated notes and instructions, these young people obviously like the more legendary "The Expedition of the Saint Sun".
"Why are you flattering me here? Sheng Sun can't hear you." McGowan patted the fat on his belly, his face darkened.
"Your Majesty, I love you from the bottom of my heart, so what if I can't hear you?" Dravan put his hands on his hips and looked at his companions walking down the pier, "There is still the last part of the journey. , we can see our sun, the chosen pope.”
“Oh——” the teenagers responded weakly.
Most of these Kush teenagers from the Ibe Plain in the south of Langsander County are between the ages of twelve and fifteen.
Most of them wore light woolen long sleeves with short ruffles, and the long sleeves were rolled up to reveal their hairy arms.
The lower body is mostly khaki or light gray loose shorts, and the feet are leather short boots that cover the ankles.
Judging from their clothing, they do not look aristocratic, but more like the children of small landowners and rich peasants around the city.
Looking closely at the thick forearms and calloused palms, one can tell that these people must have done a lot of farm work.
There are both pure-blooded Kushites, many mixed-bloods and even foreign nobles who changed their names to Kush after Horn's victory.
The old grandmother is quite open-minded on how to determine the Kush people.
The foreign nobles who are willing to change their genealogy and agree with her are Kushites, and the pure-blooded Kushites who do not agree with her are foreigners.
So in the young eyes of these Kush boys, there is both unrealistic enthusiasm and suspicion, fear and distrust.
100 Kush teenagers from the Ibe Plain stepped onto the dock, rested for a while, and then set off again amidst Perini's shouts.
After leaving the pier, there was no one around, and then Perini shouted to everyone: "Remember to keep your shields, there are some demon hunters lurking on the island, and they may attack us."< br>
“Why?”
"I don't want us to join forces with Your Majesty. The church is afraid."
"Stop calling the thief and catch the thief."
After listening to Perini's words, these teenagers pulled the drake. The voices were talking loudly, in various forms, but there was not much fear.
After all, knights started out as brave men, and these Kush teenagers learned to hide their fear from an early age.
The Kush teenagers carrying large and small bags lined up in a long line, shuffling their feet and walking slowly on the road leading to the town.
After all, they were young and energetic, and they could still chatter while marching.
"Hey, I heard that Your Majesty likes to appoint young people. Can we join the boy army or the loyal heir army?" Delawan walked on the road full of energy, still chatting with the few around him. Good brother chat.
“Only the children of those who died fighting for the country can enter the Zhongsi Army. You can’t be a Zhongsi Army, but you can be the father of the Zhongsi Army.”
“Fuck you, me. I want to be a marshal.”
“I heard that if we have excellent grades, we can study at the Sundangi War College.”
"No, no, no. After graduation, you must first join the army and perform well before you can enter the Sundance War College. It is a place for further study, not a place to lay a foundation." Perini, who was walking in front, quickly corrected them, "I will send you off later. Come, I'm going to school there."
"You want to leave?" McGowan took a few steps forward, "You just left us on the island?"
"What are you talking about?" Pelini glared at him, "You are here to go to school, not as hostages."
"That's right, that's right." Delavan followed beside him. Helped, making McGowan blush.
The monk leading the way slowed down and said with a big smile: "Don't worry, there are other students in the school. Everyone is kind and friendly..."
While the monk was speaking, Perini's expression suddenly changed, and Lingji kicked the monk in the face.
In an instant, the monk's face swelled up, and his yellowed teeth flew out of his mouth. The pain made him scream "Ouch" and he sat down.
While several teenagers were still wondering about the speed of Perini's fall, they heard a few buzzing in their ears.
"Bow and arrows, pay attention to avoidance." The moment Perini shouted, several short arrows with afterimages flew past him one after another and pierced into the ground and trees beside the road.
Looking at the arrow tail that was trembling up and down, Delavan suddenly realized: "Shield formation, shield formation, enemy attack!"
"There really is a witcher!" "Where's my buckler? Who stole my buckler!"
The teenagers quickly dropped their luggage and took out their bucklers, seven or eight of them one after another. The group stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back, raised the buckler to their chests, and glanced around alertly.
Of course, there are also those lying alone on the ground, burying their heads under their knees, sticking out their buttocks and shivering.
Drawan thought McGowan would be one of them, but unexpectedly he stood up straight, leaning on Drawan's back, looking left and right for the enemy's location.
"To the southeast, that bush, that bush by the pond." McGowan shouted.
As expected, everyone saw the grass shaking, and even half of the clothes were exposed.
"It's the demon hunter, sending the signal!"
The grinning monk fiercely took out the signal gun and fired it towards the sky. The red smoke dye dyed the long smoke and appeared in the sky. among.
Pelini got on his horse, took out his knight's sword, and then rode his horse towards the grass to kill, but before he had taken a few steps forward, four or five iron balls rolled out from behind the grass.
"Boom -"
Thick mist erupted from the ball, instantly surrounding Perini, and even the figure could not be seen clearly.
"Uncle Perini!" Delavan subconsciously took a step forward, but was grabbed by McGowan behind him.
"Don't move, that's a holy water mine, it won't have any effect on Uncle Perini." Turning his head, McGowan kicked the boy who was lying on the ground, "Hurry up and get into the shield formation. , Do you want to be captured by the demon hunter?"
As expected, the sound of two people fighting was heard soon behind the holy water mist. Just two or three seconds after the signal was sent, another vibration came from the ground. sound.
At the end of the field of vision, seven or eight Holy Gun Cavalry appeared with an extraordinary reaction speed and rushed into the smoke.
Then there were endless banging sounds, and the smell of blood filled the air.
"This is a good opening ceremony. They are using us as bait to catch the Witcher." McGowan tilted his head, looking at the scene over there, and said vaguely.
This time, Drawan did not refute, but looked at an old man riding a horse not far away.
“Is that a wizard?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and strong old man stood up with his stirrups and began to wave the wooden stick in his hand. As his lips moved slightly, a breeze blew suddenly.
This breeze blew through the smoke composed of holy water, quickly blowing away the forbidden water mist, leaving only a demon hunter with his hands tied behind his back, and several big men kneeling him down. .
The expressions of the teenagers changed one after another. This is magic, this is definitely magic!
"Holy Lord, he is really a wizard."
"Why didn't anyone arrest him? He is a wizard."
"Will he use fireball to blow us away?"
"He is on the same team as us. If he wants to blow up, he will blow up the demon hunter."
Those who form a shield formation The Kush boys looked at each other strangely: "Why do you feel that we have become the villains in the witcher story?"
"The bishop is still a good person in the witcher story? Look at Fei What did the Bustard Archbishop do? The story written by the church is not credible." Dravan shook his head.
“But in this case, wouldn’t we be cooperating with paganism?”
"You don't understand this." Delawan, who is well-versed in theory, laughed, "With the Holy Sun here, we Kush people are the chosen ethnic group.
Other ethnic groups are afraid of being in contact with the pagans The reason why we can't go to heaven by cooperating is because they are not pious enough.
We Kushites are born devout people, so we are said to be unclean. Even if we cooperate with pagans, as long as we pray sincerely, we can go to heaven.
It doesn’t even matter if we use magic, because we are born holy...”
Here Dravan is still spreading theological knowledge to them, and over there Paslik has already arrived Nearby.
Seeing the mysterious wizard from the past appear in front of him, even Dravan, who pretended not to be afraid, was as mute as a chicken being strangled by the neck.
The shadow of the huge figure was cast on the heads of the teenagers, and they did not even dare to raise their heads.
Facing the terrifying wizard, even though their hair was gray, they could not help but huddle together in fear.
“Humph, a bunch of little devils,” Paslik told Delavan, who was the only one who puffed out his chest and pretended to be calm, “Okay, a demon hunter just tried to ambush you, and the prisoner has been captured. , you can go to school with peace of mind."
After saying that, Paslik pulled the reins and prepared to leave.
After confirming that there was no danger, Drawan took a step forward: "Old sir..."
"Huh?"
Looking at the murderous face, Drawan swallowed a gulp Drool: "You, are you a wizard?"
"Boy, watch your words." Paslik reached out and patted his head, "In the Papal Kingdom of Salvation, there are no wizards, only natural priests.
Natural priests are divided into alchemical priests and miracle priests. I am a bishop-level miracle priest.”
"We will learn magic from you, oh no, a miracle?"
"Hahahahahaha." Paslik raised Dravan's chin with a riding crop, "Don't worry, you are in Free Many of the teachers at Grammar Middle School are what you call 'wizards'!"
(End of this chapter)