Chapter 352: Glory Knight, Are You Even Trying to Rob the House?

Olga backed away, backed away, backed away slowly. This female warrior, who was once known as "Olga of the White Wolf" in the ice field before she became a tribal priest, quietly pulled the wolf skin from her shoulders. The white wolf's ears stood up silently, turning inward and outward quickly.

The sound blown by the breeze passed through the white wolf and reached Olga's ears.

"I'm just an old and frail old man. I just want to treat the people here, help them, and let them understand the grace of our Lord." The old pastor's voice was gentle and slow, showing exhaustion:

"It's better not to let me take on the task of honoring my Lord with swords and swords, blood and fire."

"Master, you are too humble. My teacher has mentioned the name of 'Justice Martin' no less than ten times. My teacher also warned me when I came to Northland this time that I must ask for your help no matter what for this mission."

A young man said. Olga frowned when she heard the voice:

The voice was full of energy, and he was obviously a knight. The tone was obviously sincere, but there was a hint of slickness that reminded her of several annoying suitors when she was single. Who is this guy? The person in charge of this team?

"I'm old, and I just want to spend the rest of my life quietly." Pastor Martin chuckled. He kicked his ragged hemp shoes all the way to the church door. With a squeaking sound, the door shaft turned, but got stuck halfway:

"Sir Martin, when we come to the North this time, we are not bringing blood and fire." Another older and calmer voice argued:

"We have brought food, spirits, and many medicines, hoping to express our goodwill and save the people of the North from hunger and illness. Your Excellency, can you help us see what supplies we need to add to make it more efficient? To help the people here well?”

"Well……"

The old priest groaned softly and continued to enter. Five or six footsteps followed, and more people spread out, surrounding the chapel in the middle, and searching in circles outside.

Olga gestured into the darkness. A group of savages carried the gifts and retreated silently, like a pack of wolves. After returning to her husband, she thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote a line of words, and asked someone to send it to the Crow Hotel.

So, when they set out the next day, the trade group of the Magic Council was not surprised to see a group of knights from the Glorious Holy See behind them.

The road faces the sky, everyone goes to one side. The Holy See's team did not come up to provoke, and the Parliament's team did not take the initiative to attack - after all, they were not here to fight. The magicians remained vigilant, but other than that, they acted as if the opponent did not exist at all.

Grete glanced at them a few more times. Seeing Pastor Martin among the team, he nodded and smiled at him.

We walked so peacefully for two days. On the third day, the problem started.

There are not enough rooms.

"No room left?"

"Sorry, we've got it all covered."

In front of Archmage Serrano's chief follower, Knight Stephen, a businessman wearing dark blue silk clothes leaned against the counter and nodded and bowed, but he did not hide his pride on his face. Knight Stephen looked back at the team, frowned, and handed him a money bag:

"Can you please let two people out? There are patients in our team-"

The mountain roads in this damn place are too narrow, there is too little flat land, and there is no room to build a hotel! If you don’t live here, you have to go one stop further, at least 20 miles away to find a place to live!

It will definitely be dark by then... It is too unsafe to walk at night in a strange place, especially when the team of the Lord of Glory is nearby!

"I'm sorry, it's really gone." The businessman bowed again, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he ran around him towards the door of the hotel.

Knight Stephen turned around to follow him, and soon saw him chatting and laughing as he welcomed several glorious knights in. Not only that, the boss came out quickly. The businessman held the boss with one hand and pointed to the pastors who were filing in with the other hand:

"Look, look, here it comes! You can go to them for little Larry's illness, but these are high-level priests with this level of healing skills!"

Gretel stood far away from the motorcade, watching a group of glorious priests swaggering in triumphantly. To be honest, he wasn't too worried about having no place to live or anything like that:

A level 5 mage has a refuge hut that can accommodate 10 people; a level 7 shelter can only accommodate 8 people, but it comes with its own bunks; a level 9 mage's barracks spell can accommodate 40 people! When a mage is away from home, can he still have no place to stay?

It's just...it's a bit embarrassing to be squeezed out by the Lord of Glory's team...

He turned to look at Archmage Serrano. The archmage's face was more gloomy, and he looked ahead with his hands behind his back, looking from the Vatican's motorcade to the small hotel with only two floors in total. After looking at it for a moment, he turned around and went to find Master Tarbot:

"Master, can we work hard for a while longer and walk a little further?"

"Cough cough cough cough -" Master Tarbot choked on the cold wind as soon as he opened his mouth, pressed his chest, and bent over due to coughing. Gretel couldn't help but sneak forward, ready to help at any time. The master coughed for a while, and just as he was about to speak, smoke and dust suddenly billowed in the distance, and a war horse rushed over:

"Boru! Boru, are you there?"

"Here!" the hotel owner quickly appeared. The visitor jumped off his horse and raised a flag high:

"I want to ask you something. Are the teams from the Magic Council coming?"

"Ah this——"

"We are here." Archmage Serrano walked forward. The visitor turned around and looked over his shoulder, immediately overjoyed:

"Thank you very much for that day! I have good news for you. Our leader, 'Walker' Horik, is awake, can speak, and can move his hands and feet. Master Deeper specially sent me to accompany him, please help the tribes along the way to take care of him. , it took me a whole day to catch up!"

After speaking, he turned back to the hotel owner and raised the pennant in his hand. On the flag, a black crow spreads its wings, as if ready to fly into the sky at any time:

"Lord Deeper said that it was these people who cured Horik's madness. They were her saviors and her friends——"

"What? They can cure madness?!"

The boss's volume suddenly increased. Even though Grete was about ten steps away, he still felt like there was thunder in his ears and a little tightness in his chest. Boom boom boom, there was a roar in the hotel, and five or six barbarians rushed out:

"Who? Who can cure madness?"

"What happened after going crazy? Can it really be cured?"

"Can other diseases be cured as well?"

"Boru, your little Larry, call him out and show them!"

Several strong men shouted together, and the effect was ten times louder than five hundred ducks - mainly because the volume was too loud. Gretel was hit by the bombardment and retreated step by step, but the messenger saw him at a glance and rushed over like a whirlwind:

"That's right! This is your Excellency! It was all his idea to save Lord Walker!"

A group of savages rushed towards them. Fortunately, Bernard blocked the target in time, allowing Gretel some room to breathe. He looked left and right, then slowly raised his hand:

"Uh...can we check in first?"

"Of course!" Boru thumped his chest:

"The benefactor of Lord Walker is our benefactor! There is also the crow flag of Lord Deeper, so this little thing is not a problem! You, you, you! Go and clean up the room and invite the mages to move in! - Ah , and there is a dwarf master, the dwarves are our brothers, we must not even have a place to live!"

At the entrance of the hotel, the glorious knights who had helped their pastors secure housing in advance were all turning blue.

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