Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 12: Angry Geralt

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Aunt Susan bowed and turned away.

After the inspection, Father Aryan took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wiped his hands, and threw it on the ground. At this moment, a guardian of the Holy See rushed over and said something in Aryan’s ear. sentence.

Arian heard that, his face darkened, and said lightly, "I know..."

He turned around and stared at the butler closely, his cold eyes kept staring at him, "This is the Necromancer you are talking about?"

"No, my lord...this...this is indeed done by that kid..." The butler was startled and blushed.

Aryan snorted coldly, "I don't care who did it, we just need to find the Necromancer, what about the Necromancer? Where is it?"

"He...he ran away..." Under Father Aryan's murderous gaze, the butler squeaked.

"So, you don't have any evidence anymore?" Father Aryan's expression turned ill.

"Uh...this..." The butler was speechless.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little bit stiff, Geralt stepped in immediately and said hurriedly, "Father Aryan, the God of Light is here, I can guarantee that everything my housekeeper says is true. He has told me more than ten Years, and I don’t have to deceive you, Lord priest..."

Fr Aryan squinted his eyes and said to Geralt, "Geralt, if I remember correctly, you are the owner of Naka Manor not far from Maple Leaf Town, right?"

"Yes, Lord priest." Geralt felt the murderous intent of his opponent, and he immediately replied in fear.

"I still remember that you had a sister who married the Salt family."

"Yes, my lord." Geralt didn't know why Father Aryan brought up the matter suddenly.

"Humph!" Aryan snorted coldly, "Geralt, you said there is a necromancer, I came out with you right away, and brought so many people, but you played me like a monkey? You hold the name of the Salt family, I dare not move you?"

"Ah! This... where does this start?" Geralt was dumbfounded. He didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the worse, he said anxiously, "My lord, this...this is all facts."

"Facts? Where are the facts? Did you see this with your own eyes?" Father Aryan sneered.

"Uh...this...this..." Geralt was speechless for a while. He really didn't see anything. He only believed in the words of the housekeeper. At this time, he didn't trust his housekeeper. Couldn't it be the mission failure, make up an excuse to lie to me?

Although Father Aryan didn’t get angry, Geralt and the others didn’t dare to breathe. The butler didn’t say a word. Even Kitley, who had always been defiant, became honest. In front of the Holy See, they There is no arrogant qualification at all.

Seeing that the other party was subdued, Aryan's expression became softer at this time, "Gerrat, how can I say hello? In front of me, everything must be evidence, and things without evidence should not be messed up. Say, don’t just accuse a person as heresy. You have to know that in the eyes of the Holy See, this is not a trivial matter..."

"Yes, yes!" At this time, not only Geralt, but the cold sweat of the housekeeper was shed.

"According to my investigation just now, your son killed someone while playing in Maple Leaf Town. In other words, it was originally your business and has nothing to do with the necromancer."

"If anyone has an enmity with others, they will frame them as heretics. Then, shouldn't our Holy See become a tool of revenge?"

Aryan's voice suddenly became extremely severe, "Our holy church spreads the glory of the **** of light and destroys the heretical power of darkness, but it does not mean that our holy church is willing to be used by others..."

Geralt was in a cold sweat, and Father Aryan’s hat was buttoned too much.

"Yes...Yes, Lord priest, I'm sorry, I read it wrong..." The butler also knew that the situation was not good, and immediately apologized. At this time, he could no longer control the truth or not, even he I wonder if everything I saw last night is real or a dream.

"Huh!!"

Fr Aryan snorted coldly, "For the sake of the Salt family, this time it's fine, but I never want to have another one!"

"Yes! My lord, I'm sorry about this time..." Geralt also wiped cold sweat.

Aryan's face eased a little, "Of course, Geralt, if there is any news of the Necromancer, I would welcome it, but if there is no evidence, then there is no need to say it."

He took a deep breath, and tightened his black priest's robe, "Just so, alas, this **** weather."

Fr Aryan said as he spoke, he ignored Geralt, and walked away, and the red-robed guardian of the Holy See also left.

"I'll go-you-mother-!" After Father Aryan left, Geralt's face was completely gloomy, and he blurted out a foul language.

He reported Ron, on the one hand, to avenge the murder of his servant, and on the other, to make a small fortune. Unexpectedly, the small fortune was not sent, but he wanted to see Father Aryan. Twenty-two gold coins, which made him feel sick as if he had eaten a fly.

"Father, let's go back!" Kitley rarely made trouble, but stretched out the corner of Rajrat's clothes and said, his Father Aryan was terrified, and then he knew how powerful the Holy See is. , It's as easy to get him as pinching an ant.

Geralt also calmed down at this time, feeling a little regret for the insulting words just now, if it falls into the ears of Father Aryan, although he has the asylum of the Salt family, he is afraid that some pain will be eaten.

"If I find that kid, I will smash him into pieces..." Geralt remembered that the kid named Ron had caused all these troubles and hated him for a while. , Cursing fiercely in his heart.

At this time, the townspeople left after seeing that there was no excitement to watch. After all, they still wanted to ask for a living. Only the three Geralts stood there like fools.

Geralt lost face in front of Father Aryan today, and he took in twenty-two gold coins, and his complexion was blue and white.

"No, I can't just forget it..." Suddenly, Geralt jumped out a word.

"Father...father...what do you want?" Kitley was also frightened by his father's anger. He had never seen his father angry like this.

Geralt looked terrible now, the muscles on his face twitched fiercely, the veins were exposed, and his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were enough to kill.

"I'm going to kill this kid!" Geralt squeezed a word through his teeth.

"Since the Holy See refuses to intervene, I will do this. I don't believe it. Can't it be done by a little bunny who hasn't grown his hair yet?"

"I... I think... Let it go!" Kitley said cautiously, fearing that his father would lose his mind with anger.

"No!" Geralt roared, and he pointed to the housekeeper with his hand, "Go, check it out for me, mobilize all the hands of the Naka Manor to check me with all their hands, yes, also send the Naka Guard, Be sure to find out where the kid is hiding, I will personally... tear him up."

"Yes! Master." The butler lowered his head deeply, his eyes flashing with excitement. He hated the kid who killed his brother for a long time.

Naka Manor is not just a manor. There are still a lot of power in the areas such as Jinshan Town and Maple Leaf Town. There are many guards in the manor, and these guards still have certain strength. Everyone Knowing that Nakka Manor is rich and rich, but the bandits within a radius of a hundred li did not dare to play Nakka Manor.

Geralt was indeed very angry. His anger came from a small beggar who provoked his dignity and made him faceless in front of Father Aryan. Of course, he never thought about how things happened.

……

In the abandoned mine, Ron was sitting on the ground covered with black mud and dust. His clothes were originally not very clean, but now they looked even more dirty.

"Yes! Yes, that's it. Keep releasing the power of your soul until you consume all your soul power."

Homelin patiently guided Ron in the practice of undead magic, and Ron did not live up to his expectations. He mastered the practice of undead magic in just a few hours.

At this moment, Ron is sitting on the ground, his hands stretched out, his five fingers curled into a grasp, and a black ball is continuously rotating in his hand, releasing the power of the soul.

It can be seen that Ron's soul power is still extremely weak.

The strength of magic lies in mental power, the strength of fighting spirit lies in physique, and the strength of undead magic lies in the soul. As long as the power of the soul is sufficient, powerful undead magic can be used.

The cultivation of undead magic is the process of continuous training of the power of the soul, using a special method to consume all the power of the soul, and then quickly replenish it.

Consumption-replenishment-re-consumption-replenishment. In this continuous cycle, the soul power is fully exercised and continues to grow.

This principle is the same as the physical training of soldiers and spiritual power training of magicians, but the direction of training is different.

Homelin had a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Ron's talent in undead magic is indeed not simple. After only half a day, he has touched the soul and started the practice of undead magic. This speed is what he expected. Not enough.

When the black sphere in his hand moved, it split, and a little mist drifted away. Ron opened his eyes.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, how many times have I cycled?"

"If I count correctly, you should be in the sixteenth cycle, Ron, well done..." Homelin said with a smile.

Needless to say from Homelin, Ron already felt that he was different.

His eyes are full of spirits, his ears have become alive, his surroundings have become extremely sensitive, and even the world is full of colors at this moment.

Soul touch, Ron's soul is much stronger, and even his senses are sharpened.

Ron also felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind, and these things seemed to have melted into his bones early, and even though Ron looked weak, he still had something It feels like you have become stronger. This feeling is very subtle. It is a deep understanding of your own power.