Night Crow Master Chapter 42
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Chapter 42: 42
When art woke up, it was the next morning .
He could feel that his own body was much better . At least, that sense of powerlessness had subsided a lot .
The best way for a player to confirm his status is to check his attribute bar, and Yat has done the same:
[attribute: strength 0 . 4 (0 . 7), physique: 0 . 7 (0 . 8), agility: 0 . 5 (0 . 7), spirit: 1 . 3 (1 . 4)
State: weak]
seeing that the serious injury state in his status bar has disappeared, he can’t help sighing .
Only then did he look at himself and his surroundings .
His body changed into a simple gray robe, looked like . . . The clothes of a deacon?
In the church, the servants in the church are the same as the servants in the church .
Full of white tone, warm and peaceful layout and decoration, as well as a faint sense of holiness, seems to have been infected by some forces for a long time .
And not long after he began to look around, he saw a middle-aged man with a smiling face dressed by a priest coming in and smiling kindly at himself: “you finally wake up . Oh, yes, I’m Frick, the priest of pass church . ”
The priest? If you remember correctly, in this world, the priest is the highest priest in the Church of the knightly region .
Art puzzled for a moment, then showed a very grateful look: “thank you very much! Lord priest! My name is art . ”
Although the expression is acting, but the gratitude is sincere, after all, the other party really cured him .
When he rescued the wounded, he was very happy . When he first joined the Holy See, he had such a vision . . .
for the idea that suddenly appeared in his heart, fleck sighed for a moment, and then asked, “I used several healing skills yesterday to get you out of danger What’s the matter with you
Fleck “inadvertently” mentions the number of times he uses the treatment, and then observes the other person’s expression . He is very curious about this . After all, the wound on the other side is not light .
For what flack deliberately mentioned, art naturally realized that he would not lose anything by complimenting him, so he showed a corresponding expression of gratitude, and then a trace of “fear” appeared on his face:
“Lord fleck, I met wolves on the plain of dilud . . .
” wolves? Have you been attacked by wolves? Don’t worry . It’s safe now . ” Fleck nodded clearly . There are not many wolves on the dilud plain . There are many wolves in the Northwest Forest . He doesn’t say anything about the other party’s fear . He just comforts him . After escaping from death, it’s very normal to have such a performance .
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“No, No Br >
, the number of wolves who are afraid of the horror is not only the number of wolves who are afraid of the truth .
“Hundreds and thousands of demons?” Fleck’s brow was frowning . How could that be? The whole red rose Viscount of all magic things should not add up to thousands, let alone tens of thousands?
In his mind, a conjecture immediately emerged: was this man attacked by the spirit? Or is it just exaggeration?
However, he did not know why, but he had a bad premonition that what the other party said might be true .
How could it be?
Fleck immediately overturned the idea .
“Lord priest . ” Art looked at fleck seriously . “I swear, everything I see is true . It’s a group of demons, a group of demonized wolves! It’s like a devil! ”
His eyes reflected the items in the inventory:
[demon corpse lv6: a failed demonized creature corpse, which was originally an ordinary dirud dwarf wolf . The maker wanted to communicate with the abyss power and demonize them into demons, but failed . 】
there are many corpses in Yat’s inventory . These corpses have a variety of functions . No matter human corpse or animal demon corpse, they can be used as tools to display some strategies, because crows and ravens are omnivorous creatures and can also be used as food for crows’ servants .
Of course, the corpses of non-human creatures will also be used as raw materials for his barbecue – he does not have the habit of using human meat as food, and storing up some animal and demon corpses is what a traveler needs .
“Devil!” Flack’s voice went up a little, and he was staring at art, who had a look of fear . “Mr . art! Are you sure? ”
“Yes . I’m sure . ” “Their fur is as red as fire, and there are cracks in their bodies . Inside, they are as red as magma . They are crazy and terrifying . Even if they are penetrated by long swords, they still rush at us crazily . “As he said that, his face showed a trace of “fear . ” .
But fleck didn’t see through art’s powerful acting skills . After hearing the “devil”, he was a little flustered .
The other side described the same characteristics as those creatures from the abyss . When he was young, he and many priests followed a tustar to purify a demon Warlock . The other side released many transformed creatures, or demonized creatures, which are different from the magical creatures that naturally awaken the supernatural power . Those demonized creatures are the products of the transformation of the abyss power, Crazy and chaotic .
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And when he was in doubt, art’s next sentence made him even more startled: “Lord priest, I see the demonized wolves leading to dilud . ”
“Mr . att! Are you saying that thousands or even tens of thousands of demonized wolves have been taken from dilud Fleck took a deep breath, suppressed his fright, and then fixed his eyes on art . “When did you escape? Why didn’t I get any news? ”
For such a big matter, the church led by dilud should contact other churches by emergency means . Why didn’t he hear any news?
Art was stunned . Before he left the dead land, he could clearly see that the footprints were going in the direction of dirud’s collar . Didn’t the wolves go?
“I don’t know . Before I fled, I only saw that they were going in the direction of dirud . Later, I was chased into the forest by some demonized wolves . I killed them in a circle and then fell down, even my sword . . . ” Yat suddenly thought of what it looked like, and looked at fleck carefully .
“I didn’t see your sword . When you were sent by a nearby hunter, there was only a damaged harp . ” Flack replied in a funny and angry way .
“Is it?” Art said with some regret .
On his way, in order to prevent himself from being attacked by other wild animals, he would throw down the corpse of a demonized wolf every other way .
A game that takes a lot of effort to catch is, of course, more popular with beasts and Demons than with food that can be eaten directly .
And this is also the “evidence” that he made, the evidence of being chased by demons .
Flack was dazzled by the news of “thousands of demonized creatures”, and soon came back to think of business .
He cleared his throat and invited att: “Mr . art, you are a bard, aren’t you?”
Although his words were inquiry, his tone was firm . During a day’s treatment and exploration, he also “incidentally” confirmed the identity of the other party – a bard with dark attributes .
Although the nature of mental power is a little strange, it should not be wrong .
Bards?
Art is stunned . He knows that he should have been lying here for a long time, and the other party should be able to explore his identity with mental strength .
The simplest way is through the expression of power . This identification method is widely known by many mercenaries . For example,
the magic released by a demon Warlock is basically fire related magic, with the chaotic and evil feeling of abyss creatures .
A necromancer releases a Necromancer’s Necromancer’s Necromancer’s Necromancer’s spell against the living .
The divinity released by a priest is related to light . The description of warmth and holiness can’t run away .
Of course, this can only be said to be an inherent impression, not necessarily true .
For example, the demons in hell have a strong sense of evil in their magic . The devil warlocks also use fire, and sometimes they are mistaken for devil warlocks .
For a legal profession, the most accurate way to identify is its spirit .
If there is a legal profession lying here without the ability to resist, Yat can also release his mental power to touch the other party . As a stress reaction, the other party’s mental strength will be released instinctively to resist .
When awake, they can do some actions to disguise their mental strength . However, in deep sleep, this instinctive reaction is difficult to disguise .
Then, art can perceive which kind of mental power the other side is inclined to .
When art is honest, he doesn’t even think that he is doing basic treatment .
After such a long time of coexistence between the wizard and the Holy See, the Vatican personnel will not recognize whether a person’s spiritual attribute is a wizard?
So, why would the other party regard him as a bard?
He is a little puzzled . Is it the other party who wants to judge whether he is honest through this basic question and answer? Or do they prefer bards to bards?
However, in fact, it was art who thought too much, and fleck didn’t use this question to test his meaning . He explored the spiritual attributes of art, and he really regarded art as a bard .
But at’s suspicion was regarded as “hesitation” by fleck, which made him sigh in his heart .
Sure enough, are you still dissatisfied with the treatment?
The only benefit that the sorcerers are worried about is that they can not bring harm to the sorcerers, and that is to say, they need less treatment than those who want to attract the Holy See . However, all discerning people know that before reaching Apocalypse . . . No, the psychic radiation of witches is basically harmless .
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