Chapter 50 Master
After Clown finished his morning meditation on the Golden Light Mantra, he left home in a hurry.
He walked towards the east side of the town and stopped in front of a fence when he was about to leave the town.
"Old Hans, come out and greet the guests," Crown shouted towards the simple wooden house inside the fence.
The wrinkled old man opened the door halfway and stuck his head out of the house.
When he saw the person coming, his face was immediately filled with a smile, as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Master Crown, how come you have time to come here?"
Ever since the herbalist bought his herbs, he has been calling him "Master" every day.
The reason is very simple. When the other party buys herbs, they will take all of them as long as the quality is qualified and pay in cash.
There was a period of time when a certain medicinal material was produced in large quantities, and the other party did not lower the price at all.
For such a conscientious person, it's not too much for him to call him a master, right? "Hey," Crown smiled faintly. He had corrected the other party several times about this title, but the other party never changed his words, so he just let him do it.
"Old Hans, you are the most experienced herbalist in town. I will place an order with you. If you can collect the herbs I urgently need in the future, I promise that the price will satisfy you."
The old man smiled even more enthusiastically, and he bowed slightly and said:
"Tell me what you want me to do. I'll be more careful when I go up the mountain. It's going to snow soon. If I can make a little extra money, I'll go up the mountain today."
"You know star fern leaves, right? They're long and narrow leaves with serrated edges and stems covered with white stars?"
Seeing the old man nod, Clown continued, "There is a special kind of star fern whose leaves look like they are dripping with red blood. I will give you 10 silver coins for a complete plant."
"You're going to buy this too? Old Moya said this kind of herb," Old Hans said halfway, and quickly changed his words: "You can't go back on your word at this price!"
He knew that there was a place that had some of these previously unusable herbs. If he got them, he could earn a few gold shields for free.
Clown knew what the other party was trying to say. The medicinal properties of this mutated herb were too strong, and ordinary medicines could not use such a strong herb.
He curled his lips and said in a deep voice: "Don't I have any credibility with you?"
The old man shook his head repeatedly and said with a smile: "Master, you are certainly credible. I just can't believe it!"
Klauen then told Old Hans about the several mutated herbs used in the physical strength potion, then turned and left.
He ran all the way from the easternmost side of the town to the church on the westernmost side.
On the training ground of the church, two pastors and two soldiers were chatting and laughing.
He walked quickly forward, placed his hand on the center of his chest, bowed his head and greeted several church members: "May the Lord of Fire illuminate our way forward."
Several people responded: "May the Lord of Fire light our way forward."
Nick stared at Clown for a few seconds and slowly said, "I heard from the two warriors that you have learned the fire breath?"
"Yes, Father."
There was nothing worth hiding, Crown admitted generously. He planned to establish a public persona for himself: a powerful crusader warrior.
The priest's expression was one of shock and relief. He really didn't expect that his casual move would yield such a reward.
Hamfa's face was filled with amazement. "He learned the breathing technique in one day. This kind of talent is top-notch even among the Pope's Flame Guards. I wonder if you would have the honor to invite a future Flame Fighter to practice with you?"
He spoke politely and sincerely, without any sense of superiority because he was an exorcist priest.
Everyone carried the sedan chair. Clown glanced at the priest and nodded slightly. He said, "I am just a young warrior who has just started. I will practice now. Please feel free to correct me."
He began to practice fire breathing according to the order of the graphics on the parchment scroll.
After a moment, white steam rose from his body.
Hamfa saw this phenomenon and nodded to his old friend: "That's right, this is the sign of the early stage of learning breathing method. Congratulations!"
Nick also smiled: "It's all due to his own hard work that he is where he is today."
Hamfa tilted his head and asked, "Has the patrol team received any news of the whereabouts of the cultists who committed the Zaluodo massacre in the past few days?"
The priest shook his head: "The traces disappeared in the mountains. The patrol team is composed of mortals. They dare not stay in the mountains overnight. I need to stay in the church. I have never gone deep into the mountains. I guess the clues have been lost long ago."
"What are you going to do? We can't stay here for long. The real test is about to come. Rhine City is short of manpower."
Nick sneered, "So many people from the church are staying there, and they are short of manpower? Don't lie to a real person like me, old friend."
Hamfa sighed, whispered "Come with me", and turned away.
The priest had a slightly cold expression on his face, and after a few seconds, he slowly followed.
Crown practiced the breathing method several times, and when he saw the two priests leave, he stopped practicing.
"Hello, both of you!"
He greeted warmly.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Savas snorted and turned his head away, but Marshall responded to his greeting with a smile.
He didn't care. These two people were going to leave eventually. It was enough for them to have a decent relationship. It didn't matter if they couldn't have a deep friendship.
Crown turned around and looked at the two priests who were talking in the distance.
He could see the look of disbelief and suspicion on Nick's face.
After a while, the two walked towards the venue.
Nick glanced at the three Crusader warriors and said in a deep voice, "Today, I will lead the three of you deep into the mountains to track down and investigate a case. We will spend the night in the mountains, and we will return before noon tomorrow, regardless of whether we find anything."
"Yes," the three soldiers answered in unison, their voices loud and powerful.
The priest nodded in satisfaction and said to his old friend: "Hamfa, I leave this to you."
The fair-skinned priest gave the other party a firm smile: "May the Lord of Fire protect you."
The two men stretched out their palms and clapped them together vigorously. Nick gave instructions to the soldiers: "Follow orders, the field combat supplies are in the church warehouse, follow me."
The four of them put on light leather armor, put camping supplies on the horses, rode out of the church, and galloped along the path to the northwest.
In late autumn, the roads were deserted.
Only a few sparse leaves were still hanging firmly on the treetops of the poplar and sycamore trees, and the wild grass was withered and yellow, crawling weakly on the ground.
Looking into the distance, one can feel a faint sense of sadness from the bottom of his heart.
The horses were strong, and in less than twenty minutes, the group arrived at Zarudo Village.
Crown saw several piles of ashes in the open space at the entrance of the village.
When I walked closer and took a closer look, I found a lot of messy gray footprints on the ground, and there were quite a few bones that had not been burned through in the ashes of the fire. Judging from the appearance of the bones, they were clearly human bones.
He looked around and found that there was no one on the road in the village.
It was quiet all around, and the only sound I could hear was the whistling of the cold wind passing by my ears.
He felt his voice was a little dry: “Father, what happened here, why can’t the villagers see anything?”
(End of this chapter)