Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 11: Father Aryan
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In the early morning of the next day, Geralt sent away Jordin and McKinsh. Aristocrats like them couldn’t stay in this small country for too long. Geralt could stay for two days. Save face.
After Jordin and McKinsh left, Geralt took Kitley and the butler non-stop to the holy church in Silver Town.
This is an extremely magnificent, magnificent, and solemn building, occupying a huge area. In such a remote town, a magnificent cathedral has been built. It can be seen that the Holy See's power, wealth, and even The mayor’s home is not so luxurious.
Kitley looked at this sacred church enviously, if only he could work in it, even a small guard would have a much higher status than the owner of the Naka Manor.
The door of the church opened, and a thin old man walked out of the door. He saw Geralt, "Who are you? What are you doing here at the Holy Cathedral in Golden Town?"
Geralt smiled and said, "This gentleman, I am the owner of Nagar Manor. I am here to visit Father Aryan. I have important things to see..."
The gatekeeper of the holy church, Geralt didn't dare to offend him. He had to look at his master's face when he hit the dog?
"Oh..." The thin man replied proudly. In fact, he was just a commoner. However, because of his ancestors' virtues, he was given the position of a sacred church janitor, so he naturally had to stand up. Everyone in the surrounding large towns and small towns even if the mayor sees him, he has to nod and bow down, which makes him extremely satisfied.
He arrogantly looked up and down the few people of Geralt. They were dressed very decently. He roughly estimated the income of each other in his heart, and snorted coldly, "If someone asks to see Father Aryan every day, everyone If we say that there are important things, then our priests don’t need to do anything. We just need to receive you people..."
When Geralt heard profusely, but the janitor couldn't afford to offend him, so he had to say, "We do have important things..."
The thin man snorted again, and said in a weird voice, "I don't care if I don't care, but if I want to see Father Aryan, I have to follow the rules..."
"What is the rule?" Geralt asked.
The thin man was a little dissatisfied, "I said you are also dressed like a dog, why don't you understand the rules?" He stretched out his two fingers, "this... understand this?"
"Understood...understood..." Geralt saw this gesture, no matter how stupid people understood, he immediately took two gold coins from his pocket and handed them over.
"Hmm..." The thin man took it, took a sharp look, but found that the number was wrong, his eyes stared: "You are sending a beggar, you want to see Father Aryan for only two gold coins?"
"So, what's that?" Geralt was shocked.
"Twenty gold coins..." the thin man said without hesitation.
"Ah--"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this price. They didn't think they couldn't afford twenty gold coins, but they felt too expensive. They didn't expect that a holy church would have so many guards.
"No money? Get out if you can't afford it..." The gatekeeper stared and shut the door.
At this time Kitley was dissatisfied, "How do you guys talk? Believe it or not, I make you beautiful..."
"Ha... actually threatened me..." The thin man sneered, opened the door, and shouted with his arms akimbo, "I'll wait, how do you make me look good..."
"You..." Kitley's face rose to purple liver color, and he stretched out his hand to draw his sword.
The thin man sneered there.
"Don't...don't...all misunderstanding..." Geralt was taken aback, thinking that this stupid boy would not succeed in failing, but he dared to move his sword in the Holy Cathedral and didn't want to live anymore. If this is the case, the Holy Roman Empire does not need to stay, unless it flees to another country.
Geralt softened his tone and took out a bag from his arms, "This sir, my son is ignorant, please don't care about him, here are twenty gold coins, please see Father Aryan... "
"Huh, this is almost the same..." The thin man reached out and took Geralt's bag, squeezed it, smiled satisfied, and opened the door.
Geralt's heart is a little depressed. He has not yet seen Father Aryan. He has given away a lot of gold coins. This man clearly said that it was 20 gold coins, but the two gold coins were not returned for the first time. Twenty-two gold coins had already been given away, but Geralt was relieved when he thought of the reward of five hundred gold coins. He still knew the reason that small fortunes cannot be made, but big fortunes are hard to make.
Following the thin man into the cathedral, he saw Father Aryan who was praying under the seat of the God of Light in the center of the church, with his back facing them.
The priest is wearing a black priest's robe with angel wings embroidered on his shoulders. He clasps his hands together, not knowing what he is praying for,
"Hush... the priest is praying, wait a while..." the thin man said.
Geralt had to wait a little longer.
It took a while before the priest finished the service. He turned around. It was only then that Geralt saw the priest's appearance. He had a bald head and a thick beard on his chin. He was hanging on his chest. A cross-shaped angel statue, the whole person exudes a taste of holiness. Seeing three people, I asked the gatekeeper, "What are they doing here..."
"Father, they want to see you..." the thin man said respectfully.
Father Aryan nodded, "Okay, you go down..."
The man retired.
Fr Aryan glanced at a few people up and down without saying hello, and said lightly, "What's the matter, please tell me..."
"Yes, Father Aryan..." Geralt couldn't help concealing his excitement, "As a child of God, I should report the sins I have seen to God, let God shine and purify everything in the world... "
Geralt took a deep breath, "Father Aryan, I found a practitioner of undead magic in Maple Leaf Town..."
"What? Necromancer?" The priest's closed eyes suddenly opened, his divine eyes were like electricity, and he stared at Geralt at once, "This thing, is it true?"
"It's true..." Geralt said swearingly, "I am the master of Naka Manor, and my butler was attacked by a necromancer last night. I was also attacked by two servants. The Necromancer killed."
Fr Aryan turned to the butler and asked in a deep voice, "Did you... see it with your own eyes?"
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes..." The butler nodded bitterly, "He summoned four skeletons and killed my brother at once. I was injured and I was lucky enough to escape. Life..."
"Show me the wound..." Father Aryan said.
The butler took off his clothes and showed Father Aryan the wound.
"That's it? Well, it's a bit like undead magic, but how can undead magic cause such damage? On the contrary, it is very similar to the wounds caused by thieves..." Father Aryan finished, waved his hand, a holy The white light came on, and the venom around the wound was suddenly dispersed. Then, the wound healed miraculously.
"Thank you Father Aryan..." The butler was overjoyed and thanked him.
Geralt's heart stunned, Father Aryan's skill is not simple, it is called advanced healing technique, and churches in small places have this skill. The power of the Holy See is beyond doubt.
"No thanks, it is the duty of our Holy See to save the wounded..." Father Aryan said blankly.
Geralt asked incomprehensibly, "Father Aryan, isn't undead magic useless magic? How can he hurt my butler? It's impossible?"
Fr Aryan glanced at him, "Undead magic really has no combat effectiveness, but that is relative to the profession of the same level..."
In other words, it means that his stewardship is really bad.
Geralt was speechless for a while, his steward was at least a trainee intermediate, and he was not an ordinary person anymore. Of course he dared not say this in the face of the priest.
Fr Aryan thought for a while and said, "Although this Necromancer is still a child, there is no threat to us, but it is the glorious mission of our Holy See to eliminate the sins of the world. Heretics like the Necromancer must be purified... …"
"We don't care what happens to the Roland Empire, but in the Holy Roman Empire, there must be no necromancer..." Father Aryan said loudly.
"The God of Light is above..." Geralt said piously, "Father Aryan, I will take you to see where what happened last night."
……
The tragedy that happened by the small river last night was concealed from others, but not from the residents of the town. For a time, the whole town suddenly became lively. , People are pointing around the stone bridge.
On the stone bridge in Maple Leaf Town, more than twenty guards of the Holy See came slowly, wearing uniforms of red and white, as the main guarding force of the Holy Cathedral in Flash Golden Town, in order to eliminate the necromancer, Ya Li'an brought them out too.
By the side of the river, Father Aryan, the guardian of the Holy See, carefully observed the headless body of the brown-haired man, and then said, "This is a fatal knife, and the incision is flat, but this alone cannot prove that the necromancer did it. It's like a thief or swordsman's handwriting."
Fr Aryan turned to the corpse of the man in black again, "Four swords penetrated from different angles. It seems that the assassins cooperated tacitly, but this also proves nothing..."
"There is no evidence, there is no decisive evidence at all..." Father Aryan pondered. After a while, he turned his head and said to a guardian of the Holy See, "Call me a townsman who knows him..."
"It's... the priest..."
After a while, the fat aunt Susan stood in front of Father Aryan. She couldn't help feeling a little nervous when she saw such a big man for the first time.
"That kid is Ron. It's been a long time here?" Father Aryan said happily.
"Yes, priest, he has been here with a wandering old man for more than ten years..." Aunt Susan answered honestly.
"Then I ask you, have you seen him practicing undead magic?" Father Aryan asked.
"What is undead magic?" Aunt Susan didn't understand.
"Uh, it's..." Father Aryan didn't know what to say, thinking about it and said, "Is there any strange behavior in him, such as a skeleton around him?"
Fr Aryan’s words are full of guidance.
"Not this one!"
"Not really?" Father Aryan didn't believe it.
"Really not! If you don't believe me, the priest can ask other townspeople, they are very familiar with Ron." Aunt Susan thought for a while, "but there are strange behaviors. He goes to Fenglin every afternoon. Going to the old road, wind and rain will not change."
"Huh?" Aryan caught this sensitively, "What is he doing there?"
"I don't know. I heard that he wants to apprentice and learn magic. Oh, yes, his dream is to become a great magician." Aunt Susan said with a smile. "Block the passing magicians and ask them to teach themselves magic. Only Ron can think of such a naive idea..."
Father Aryan nodded blankly, "Oh, I see, you go back."