Master Of None Chapter 115
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"Su! Catch that man!" Walker was relating the order but Su had already caught his intentions and begun to move. Since Su was their party defender she had the strength to catch the man without injury. This left Walker able to support.
Su had used one of her blocking skills to get right behind the man falling. In a second she had dropped her shield that she normally wore on her back and caught the man.
"Sir are you ok? Did your injuries worsen?" Su was worried the man had become more injured even though she caught his fall.
"Nice job Su, so this man didn't donate enough money to the church for healing?" Walker said this rather loud. "Then I'll just need to heal him myself, heal!" Walker used his healing skill three times and saw the bandages man's slightly pale and tired face Become rosy and warm.
The man soon stood up out of Su's arms and began to move his body and remove bandages. He even pulled off his sling and started to stretch his shoulder. "Young master thank you so much for healing me! You young miss thank you for catching me! Who would have known I'd meet two heroic saints in a day!" The man had been unable to work for a week and was finally able to make his way to the cathedral for healing only to fall victim to Ross and his cruelty.
Walker looked towards Ross with disgust openly on his face. Ross glared back seeing that Walker had just healed the bandages man and even made a show of it to the others by speaking loudly to draw attention.
"So do you have a proper answer for me of why a man of the church would demand a hundred gold for healing and even kick an injured man down stairs!" Walkers' words almost echoed he had yelled so loud. This drew attention from many in the front courtyard.
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A small crowd had gathered, they had all seen out of the corner of their eye the bandages man fall. Yet now they were in awe as he had been caught and healed in an instant by the two. After the auction, the party had taken to displaying their travel medals and the plaques much more visibly to tame some of the stricter nobles' gazes. This was working in their favor currently so Walker decided to push a bit and work towards Ross's punishment.
"That man of the church Ross, he continually charges those that are injured for the services that their faith preaches as free for all man. Instead of upholding just and good intentions he auctions cursed items without care for the danger. Worse than all that he toys with the kind and Righteous nuns who have given their hard work and determination to true good. I beseech these strong and kind people here today to place the scene here today in the ears of the high priest. I can't think they would be so keen to know their ways have been perverted in such a way!" Walker was using every ounce of mental strength to speak and act as a noble and hero.
Enraged by his words Ross took a few steps down the stairs " how dare those born in the low tier, do you think I don't know your scheme!? These poor fools have assaulted the faith here by spreading lies about healing items. They robbed the church of much needed light crystals. They even dare to lie to royalty that they are hero's to pad their tier as adventurers. How else could they jump to silver tier at such a young age? Fools!" This would have worked in his favor if walker had not spoken first. Yet since Walker had laid out a calm and strong speech where Ross was full of anger and accusations those listening could not bring themselves to believe.
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They had heard the rumors of young adventurers receiving the hero title. They also believed the king's word above that of a single person from the church. Also as it was common for nobles to gossip some did know of Ross's unsavory activities, when you were Rich in the high tier of society what else was there to do but gossip?
One of the nuns who had been attendant to Ross was breaking down as tears fell from her eyes. This young girl had taken a few beatings under the ruse that Ross was purifying her sins. The other girl had long become numb to Ross's words and heavy hand, but at these words, a small cold glint came through her eyes. This was her chance, "yes these hero's speak the truth! Ross he long abused my sisters and me claiming to save us from sin but use us as playthings he can break and berate at any time. He knew that the ring was cursed but just wanted money to sneak on the brothel. I've watched him many times force payment for healing but I lacked the power to change things. Now that the heroes have come they can rule down proper punishment." This was unexpected, no one expected this flurry of words from a nun so small in stature. The most convincing part however, were the small purple bruises that could be seen around her neck and face craftily hidden by her clothing. Not that she had said her piece and become slightly disheveled the became clear.
The small crowd had begun slinging insults at Ross who's anger had begun to turn to fear. Would he lose the power he had slowly stolen from the church over one pathetic old man? These weak attendants were pushing back against him? Him!? He cursed his system for not having proper attack skills to smite this trash around him. They didn't deserve to be in his presence. He began to retreat slightly...
The large front doors of the cathedral created a loud thunk! Sound attracting all attention. They began to creak open slowly to reveal a short old man wearing high priest robes.
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