Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 70 Priest
The morning light is dim.

The sound of footsteps gradually ringing on the street and the thin smoke rising from the chimneys woke up the border town of Calanfort, located southeast of the Kingdom of Servia, from its sleep.

The torrential rain and thunder that roared all night gradually subsided as the dark clouds melted away with the night sky under the light of dawn.

Xia Nan walked on the street with two swords on his back.

After the rain, the air is filled with the smell of earth, and the moist and fresh air flows into your nostrils with your breath.

Let their already full and vigorous spirit become even more vigorous.

“Huff.”

A slight but noticeable sound of wings flapping came from overhead.

Looking up, I saw a silver-white robin flying swiftly and nimbly across the sky.

It perched on a nearby upturned eaves, leisurely combing its feathers with its sharp beak.

As if it noticed Xia Nan's gaze, it stopped moving and looked at him blankly.

He tilted his head.

"Xianan, we're here."

Next to my ears, I heard the halfling's reminder.

He came back to his senses instantly and looked to the other side of the street.

It was a magnificent church.

The gray-white exterior walls are paved with smooth, polished stone bricks. The hanging buttresses on both sides reveal a regular beauty in their complexity. The towering spires stand under the sky, scattering a soft and eye-catching glow in the morning light.

Shanan was amazed at the beauty of the church.

But at the same time, looking at the magnificent building in front of me, a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

They were now in the town center of Kalanfor. The houses on both sides of the surrounding roads were clean and tidy, and single-family houses and large shops could be seen everywhere.

But compared to this church, it seems so dusty.

The impression it gave him was like that of a suburb of a fifth-tier small city in his previous life, where a modern glass building suddenly stood on a street filled with messy telephone poles and shabby signboards.

It was as if all the nutrients from all the buildings in the surrounding area, and even the entire town, were absorbed and gathered here.

Out of place.

"This church is built... it's pretty good."

Xia Nan said with emotion with a somewhat inexplicable tone.

"Isn't it always like this?" The halfling was not surprised. "Not every god is as indifferent as the lady."

"Building this kind of place as spectacularly as possible will also help them harvest... uh, collect faith."

The sheriff had no apparent reaction to Alton's possibly offensive language.

He pretended not to hear and walked in front, carrying Jeff's stretcher with the guards.

Several people walked into the church.

Compared with its magnificent exterior, the structure and decoration inside the building are equally complex and elegant, yet even more refined.

The thick walls support the curved vault above, with columns carved with exquisite reliefs falling from both sides. The reddish-brown prayer benches are arranged vertically, spotless, and the smooth and clean stone brick floor reflects the warm morning light, as if golden light was spread on the ground.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge stained glass window located in the front hall of the church, facing the main door.

The magnificent but not messy colors sparkle with a dreamy luster against the glow of the dome, making people unconsciously cast their eyes on the stained glass windows as soon as they enter the church.

The figure with a blurry face and long silver hair.

He held a heavy law book in his left hand and a simple-shaped scale in his right hand.

Deep in the golden sun that was emitting endless light behind him, the vague outline of a castle could be seen.

"Amaunator, the sun god of contract and order."

The various objects that were highly directional symbols of power allowed Xia Nan to recognize the identities of the figures in the stained glass window at a glance.

Keeping the other person's image firmly in mind, he looked forward along the long velvet carpet between the wooden chairs.

What came into view was a middle-aged man with a kind face. He was wearing a bright and eye-catching yellow and red robe, and the holy emblem of the golden sun was hung on his chest by a bright red ribbon.

The overall appearance is more like a judge than a priest.

He closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and moved his lips, as if he was praying.

Unaffected by the footsteps coming from the door.

Devoted and focused.

It was not until a few minutes later, when the service was over, that he slowly opened his eyes.

His calm gaze swept across the group of people, and finally stopped at Ingram, who was at the front of the team, with a questioning look.

The sheriff took two quick steps forward and stopped at the steps next to the altar.

With his hands hanging naturally at his sides, he lowered his head:
"Sir, a townsman suspected of being infected with the power of the undead attacked the hotel in the town last night."

"A businessman who stopped there was also my friend. He was eroded by negative energy and hoped to be healed by the Holy Light."

Hearing this, the man who looked like a priest had a calm expression. His eyes passed over the sheriff and stopped at Jeff on the stretcher.

Nodding slightly:

"can."

He looked at Xia Nan and the other person beside him and said gently:
"These two are..."

"He is an adventurer traveling with the merchant."

Ingram replied.

"Thanks to them, there was no tragedy last night."

Hearing this, a smile of approval appeared on the pastor's kind face, and he slowly said:

"The light of the Lord will protect you, brave traveler."

Xia Nan nodded in response.

I couldn't help but ponder in my heart.

There is no doubt that the middle-aged man with a kind attitude in front of him is the pastor of this "Sun God" Church.

Judging from his facial appearance, he is about forty years old?

Considering the existence of supernatural powers in this world, the other party also holds such a special position.

Should be even older.

On the other hand, judging from the way the other party communicated with the sheriff, the relationship between the two was -

Maybe...superiors and subordinates?

While they were thinking, the priest had already walked down from the altar and came in front of the few people.

In his right hand he held a scepter made of reddish-brown wood, with a yellow crystal the size of a baby's fist inlaid on the top.

With a glance, Ingram understood what he meant and bent down to untie the bandage around Jeff's wound.

In an instant, along with the pale bones and glaring flesh and blood that appeared before our eyes, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The priest's expression did not change at all. He just gently raised the scepter in his hand towards Jeff's broken leg.

hum-

A bright and gentle light rises from the yellow crystal on the top of the scepter.

The effect was almost immediate. The granulation tissue at Jeff's broken leg began to wriggle and entwine, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xia Nan stood aside, looking calm on the surface, but with waves surging in his heart.

"Wow, this is much more effective than a healing potion!"

He subconsciously looked at the gentle middle-aged man in front of him and secretly guessed:

"Professional?"

(End of this chapter)