A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Father Thun's healing spells are even more powerful than the divine magic of the Grand Church.

Bray estimated that if he went to the big church, it would take at least a week to recover.

Moreover, the cost can be extremely high.

It's only 5G now; I can't find any other word to describe it except "unbelievable."

"This is so cheap, it's practically a 90% discount, and it's super high quality too," Bray muttered to himself.

Levy looked completely bewildered, not understanding what Bray was saying at all.

Levy understands each word individually, but when put together, she's completely baffled.

"I feel so much better. How about we go find Lux ​​today?"

However, after thinking about it for a while, Bray gave up the idea and decided to wait until he was fully recovered.

Although Father Thun advised against strenuous exercise, it's still best to avoid doing anything too strenuous.

“Levy, let’s go back to the hotel and rest,” Bray said.

“Okay,” Levy replied expressionlessly.

---

Just as Bray and Levy had left the church, Thun finished treating the citizen and also completed his conversation with the woman.

The woman was clearly very happy after she finished telling her story.

I don't know how Father Thun comforted this girl.

"Thank you! Father! Thank you so much!" The woman bowed once, then bowed again.

“It’s nothing, you don’t need to do that.” Father Thun helped the woman up.

The woman was really overreacting.

However, the woman felt that this was not enough to express her gratitude.

“By the way, Father, here’s 20G. I know the church needs money to support its children.” The woman quickly took out the money and handed it to Father Thun.

“No, I don’t charge for simple guidance.” Father Thun’s grip was much stronger than the woman had imagined, and the priest stuffed the woman’s money back into his hand.

"But I am truly grateful to the priest!"

The priest gave a wry smile, unsure of what to do.

In short, if it's not treatment but rather answering questions, Father Thun will not charge money.

“In that case…” The woman frowned, seemingly troubled.

"Then I'll accept this handicraft." The woman suddenly thought of something and took off a ring hanging around her neck.

"Is it something very important?" Father Thun asked with a sigh instead of taking it.

"No, it's nothing important," the woman quickly shook her head.

This was just a small, artsy item that the woman saw at a roadside stall and bought.

Because the ring had changed hands several times, the woman ended up buying it for less than 10g.

"Look, the words on it are very interesting, so I bought it," the woman explained.

"Is it alright to give a gift?" the woman asked tentatively.

"This ring is only around 5g, really, it's not worth much." The woman wasn't actually from a wealthy family and couldn't possibly afford expensive jewelry.

“Alright…” Father Thun nodded helplessly.

If he doesn't even accept the small gift, the woman will probably be angry.

"I accept the gift, thank you."

"I'm the one who should thank you!" The woman smiled happily after seeing the priest accept the ring, then waved to him and left the church.

Father Thun examined the ring.

The ring has a beautiful design, but it's mostly silver and not very eye-catching.

The key point is that it is covered with many characters written in an ancient script.

"It's quite an old ring."

After understanding the words on it, the priest chuckled and could roughly understand why the woman had bought the ring.

"The five rings will eventually pass into the hands of their destined owners."

—"Then the five rings will bear witness to your years."

—“The Guardian.”

Everyone would think they are the one destined for this.

“Indeed, that’s interesting.” Father Thun shook his head, casually threaded the ring onto the cord, and wore it around his neck. Bray, following Father Thun’s advice from yesterday, was planning to go to the chapel again for treatment.

“Ah, a soldier.” Bray was suddenly startled.

"Huh? Blind man?" The colonel's reaction was even stronger than Bray's.

The colonel is not wearing a military uniform, but rather civilian clothes.

"Long time no see," Bray said casually.

“I absolutely don’t want to see you,” Eric said, scratching his head.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Bray remarked.

In Bray's memory, Eric was never seen without his military uniform.

Well, although I didn't have much contact with Eric, I was just pursued for a while.

"On vacation, on vacation, what are you going to wear if not casual clothes?" Eric waved his hand impatiently.

"How did you end up here?" That was the question Eric was more concerned about.

"To heal my wounds, and to visit my sister," Bray didn't really hide anything.

"Healing wounds? What have you done now?"

"I guess so," Bray shrugged.

"Speaking of which, I always see you with girls, tsk." Eric curled his lip and glanced at the silent Levy.

Bray fell silent for a very short moment, but quickly recovered.

"You're always being followed by a female officer, aren't you?"

"Where's that female officer who used pictures to seduce others? She's not with you anymore," Bray retorted without hesitation.

"A female military officer who seduces others with pictures..." That's quite a vivid description.

"Alice went to find her idol Carrasco."

Carrasco, a young man hailed as the "Sword Saint," is praised for both his character and skill.

And it's genuine and high-quality; it's based on real ability.

However, he also has outstanding looks; to put it simply, he's a handsome guy.

So he has a lot of female fans in the Empire.

“Well, I don’t know him…” Bray sighed.

"You really don't recognize me?"

"... "

"Then you must be from the countryside."

“You’re right.” Bray nodded.

“Fine, since we’ve run into each other, let’s go grab a drink. I’m pretty free,” Eric said.

“I have internal injuries, I’m not drinking.” Bray had no intention of giving Eric any face.

“Hey, your internal organs are all damaged. You really did something.” Eric clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Forget it, I advise you to go see a priest named Thun for treatment of your injuries," Eric said irritably.

“That’s where I received treatment,” Bray said.

“You’re lucky. It’s not a well-known place; only seasoned veterans know about it.” Eric raised an eyebrow.

“That priest is a really amazing person. Ever since I joined the army at 16, I’ve always gone to him for treatment when I was seriously injured. He’s much better than the army doctors,” Eric exclaimed.

“Father Thun was not even 10 years old when he single-handedly supported this church.” Eric couldn’t help but admire him as he spoke.

“That’s really amazing, unimaginable.” Bray was stunned for a moment.

This is no ordinary place; it's the bustling capital city, a melting pot of all sorts of people.

"Forget it, just find a priest to treat you. I really don't know what terrible thing you've done this time."

"He's just an ordinary-looking adventurer, don't always push yourself too hard."

Eric lightly punched Bray in the chest.

"I'm going to find that Alice guy. You can just enjoy your time in the capital with the girl next to you." Eric stretched and walked past Bray.

“Hey blind guy, don’t greet me so suddenly next time. You’re easily associated with the last incident,” Eric said to Bray in a low voice as he walked past him.

"I really hope this is the last time we meet," Eric said casually, waving his hand as he carried Bray on his back.

Bray glanced back at Eric, but simply took Levy's hand and walked away silently.

Levy wasn't particularly talkative; she just wagged her tail and followed Bray.

"Oh, by the way, I bought some jerky yesterday, want some?" Bray suddenly asked.

Levy remained silent.

Bray handed Levy a piece of jerky.

Without saying a word, Levy took a bite out of her mouth.

For Levy, it's definitely better to eat with her mouth.

Chopsticks? Knife and fork? They're all such a hassle.

“There are plenty of sights to see on the way to the church,” Bray murmured.

“I hope we meet again, soldier.” Bray turned his head; Eric was already gone.

---

"Lord Carrasco!" The roadside was lined with young girls.

The person walking on the road was none other than the "Sword Saint" Carrasco.

“Van Carrel, what a troublesome scene.” Carrasco smiled wryly, touching the sword at his side.

Carrasco did not like this kind of scene.

At this moment, unlike the girls, quite a few men also curled their lip in disdain.

"This kind of vase..."

"Who knows, maybe they're a terrible person in private. Anyone can act, right?"

Being admired also means being envied.

Carrasco certainly heard these criticisms, but he chose not to get angry, because it was pointless.

If it doesn't cross the line, then let it be.

"Ugh, it's so crowded, Lord Carrasco, I'm sure I'll see you." Alice struggled to squeeze through the group of girls.

Alice went to great lengths for her idol.

However, Carrasco's fan base was so large that even Alice, a soldier, found it difficult to cope with the crowd.

"Eh! Princess?" Alice exclaimed in surprise.

"Shh—" Virginia gestured for silence. Virginia quickly pulled Alice out of the crowd.

"Captain Alice of the Army salutes you, Your Highness Virginia, um..." Before Alice could say anything more, Blanche covered Alice's mouth.

“So I said, shh—” Virginia said irritably.