Noble Emblem

The middle-aged officer felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw that Monica seemed to be ignoring him.

In the past two days, he had been to all the temples, hoping that someone would take in his soldiers, but almost everyone refused. At this time, his soldiers were suffering outside the city and sleeping in the woods outside the city. If it didn't rain, Fortunately, once it rains, a few more wounded people will die.

But in this holy city, almost all the priests rejected outside soldiers. Even Ms. Celia, the most caring person he had ever heard of, did not allow soldiers to enter the temple to recuperate.

In fact, he didn't want to stay in this city, but they had too many wounded, and the next city was too far away. The wounded wouldn't be able to survive until then. Without a place to recuperate and receive medical treatment, at least half of them would really die. people.

The middle-aged officer watched Monica acting coquettishly and complaining next to a man. He waited for a while, came over and said, "Ms. Celia, please treat our soldiers. Thank you."

At this time, Monica wanted to enter the temple with Beta to talk about the two days of separation. She was even more unhappy when someone disturbed her. Hearing this, she turned her head and frowned and said, "I told you that I will help you with treatment. You first Go back and wait, okay?”

Is a meeting with your lover more important than a hundred wounded people?

The middle-aged officer wanted to have a seizure, but after thinking about it, he endured it. At the same time, he lowered his head and said, "Excuse me, madam, please hurry up. My subordinates cannot last long."

After speaking, the middle-aged officer left first.

Beta watched from the side and asked, "What happened?"

"A few days ago, an external lord's army was attacked by unknown forces when passing by the Holy City. Many soldiers were killed and injured." Monica hugged Beta's arm and continued: "But the strange thing is , they don’t know who the attacker is.”

"Don't you want to check?" Beta and Monica walked into the temple together.

"There are still a few days left before the deadline issued by the Pope. Everyone is trying their best to find the murderer of the Magic Explosion." Monica shrugged: "There is no time to care about other things."

"Doesn't anyone suspect that the magic explosion may be related to this incident?"

Monica chuckled and said, "It's probably unlikely. With the beastly behavior of the person involved in the magic explosion, he could blow up those hundreds of people into ashes with just one spell. There's no need to go to such trouble."

Things have priorities. For the current high-ranking officials in the Holy City, finding out the mastermind behind the magic explosion is the most important thing. Everything else can be put aside first.

Entering the temple, Monica almost looked at Beta. She asked with some resentment: "Where have you been in the past two days? I thought you didn't want to help me."

Women in love are very sensitive and always like to think about things.

Beta took out the magic emblem and said: "I went to the King of France and told your sister Shasha about you. She sent some guards to help you. This magic emblem can help you." You identify them.”

Monica took the magic emblem, which depicted a rabbit eating grass, with a gentle smile on her pretty face.

Shasha and her father were the only relatives she acknowledged. Now that she was receiving care from one of her relatives, how could she not be happy?

What made her even more happy was that Beta made a special trip to the Royal City of France for this matter.

"I told you last time that if one day you and the goddess have a conflict, what should I do? I thought about it for two days and came to a conclusion." Monica looked at Beta and said seriously: "I will never do anything to you. If the goddess forces me to do it, then I will... commit suicide."

There was a strange determination in Monica's tone, and Beta could hear her persistence. After a moment of silence, she said, "No, if the day comes, I will think of other ways."

It is impossible for a person favored by God to go against the will of God, so the suicide mentioned by Monica is the only way she can think of.

But Beta doesn't think so.

After chatting with Monica for a while, Beta went outside the Holy City. With the help of Joan of Arc, he quickly found an army camp.

Sure enough, there, Beta saw hundreds of soldiers and many seriously injured people. Even on the outskirts of the camp, one can smell the smell of blood.

Beta's arrival attracted the attention of the guard in charge, who immediately pointed his weapon at him. Beta stretched out his hands, indicating that he was not carrying weapons and came with friendly purposes.

The guard became much less vigilant, and then shouted from a distance: "Mercenary, what are you doing here?"

Beta replied: "Ms. Celia, let me come over and help you."

"Help us?"

The guards looked a little strange. They had received too many rejections in the past two days, but one of them still went back to report. Not long after, the middle-aged officer whom Beta had seen before came out.

The middle-aged man found out that Beta was the pretty-faced mercenary he had seen before. His face was a little unhappy, but he still walked up and tried his best to endure his anger and said: "The female archbishop who is said to be very kind asked you to help. We? You are an agile warrior, how can you help?"

There was still a touch of anger in these words, but it was covered up very well.

"Of course there is a way." Beta took out the two scrolls he had prepared earlier from his clothes: "These two are sun-drenched scrolls. Ms. Celia asked me to give them to you."

The sun is shining? The middle-aged officer also knew the effect of this magic, which seemed to be widespread.

Soon all the wounded soldiers were organized in one place. A golden ball of light shone in mid-air. It was obvious that the wounds of the wounded soldiers were slowly being broken. Some people with broken hands and legs even started to break at the broken place. Granules slowly grow.

This process is quite painful, but everyone is trying their best to endure it.

Compared with perfect siblings, they can endure this little pain. The atmosphere in the entire camp changed from solemn to relaxed.

The middle-aged officer finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the magic scroll was effective. He looked back at Beta and said, "Thank Ms. Celia for me...Forget it, I'd better go there in person."

"That's not necessary." Beta waved her hand: "Ms. Celia asked me to ask about the situation of the people who attacked you. If possible, can you tell me in detail? Just think of the two magic scrolls. "

The middle-aged man nodded: "No problem. This matter is not a secret."

It turned out that at noon the day before yesterday, the middle-aged officer took his team to go to another territory to handle military affairs. However, when passing near the Holy City, he was attacked by unknown forces.

The attacker was wrapped in black clothes, with only a pair of blue eyes showing.

The opponent's swordsmanship was very strong, and he even seemed to be toying with them. Judging from the experience of the middle-aged officer, this unidentified person should be a young man.

Second, the other party is definitely male.

Third, the other party actually knows magic, because when the other party left, he used wind-based flying magic.

A dual practitioner of magic and martial arts? Beta narrowed her eyes slightly.