As soon as Mead returned to his clinic from the great noble Dem Hall, he saw the elementary apprentice running out in panic.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher... A weird guy came to the clinic and pointed out that he wanted to find a Holy Light therapist. I told him that there was no in our clinic, and he said there was..."

When Made heard this, his face changed.

He actually knew the identity he had been hiding.

Acquaintance?

No, it is impossible.

The undead invasion forty years ago almost turned the city into a dead city. People from that time either died or moved out, and it was impossible for anyone to be willing to return to this place full of horrifying memories.

"There is no holy healer here." Pushing open the door of his clinic, Maid saw what the apprentice called "weird".

The black cloak made of some animal fur is thick and large, making its owner's body smaller, which is not tall. The armor made of unknown material is pitch black and shiny, and it is matched with the long sword with a strange black aura around its waist, making it even more weird and mysterious.

This person who didn't look like a kind person turned his head after hearing his words, and the gaze shot from under his cloak made Mede take a few steps back involuntarily.

The old doctor who makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts understands that this stranger who is dressed in black is definitely a high-risk character.

"I have a patient who needs treatment in great need. As a senior light teacher in the Church of Light, would you like to see someone die because of your indifference? Maidoff?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." A little trembling spoke, Med was unsure that after forty years of invasion of the undead, someone still remembered his name.

The name he had betrayed since forty years ago.

"I don't want to know why you want to hide your identity. I just know that I have a patient who needs your Holy Light. If you don't get treatment within today, she will die."

“…Who are you?”

"You won't want to know my identity. I'm here to ask someone to treat the patient. As for my identity, it's better not to disclose it."

"Okay, I'll go with you." After hesitation, Med picked up the medicine box he had just put down and followed the mysterious man out of his clinic.

"Teacher..." He grabbed the tutor with some concern. The apprentice was afraid that he would go with this strange doctor seeker and was in danger.

"Don't worry, go... find Sir Kaland, he knows what to do." He patted his apprentice's shoulder comfortably, and Maid strode to the commercial area with the mysterious man in black.

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"Ah, isn't this Dr. Maide? Hehe, guest, you are really capable. He is a senior therapist who only treats nobles..."

The hotel owner Barto flattered and patted the return guests, but unfortunately the other party was not grateful, and just asked about the location of his companion's dormitory.

"Oh... this is... the cold poison of the undead. And it's not an ordinary cold poison..." As soon as I entered the room, Med felt the breath of the undead that was filled with this narrow space.

When I saw Princess Ania sitting on the bed in a daze, her face turned paler than snow, and a strange green color faintly. If I weren't sure she was still breathing, it would be no different from a dead person.

"Madam, can you give me your hand?" Taking a deep breath, Maid put down the treatment box in his hand and stretched out his hands to the girl sitting on the bed.

"..." Turning his inquiring gaze to Roland standing at the door, and after getting her nod, Ania put her hand in fear between the old man's thin palm.

"Goddess of lovingness, please give you the supreme light, relieve your people's suffering, and lower the dew of lovingness and restore your people's health."

A low murmur echoed in this small dormitory.

Ania was surprised to find that the old man in front of her suddenly seemed to have become taller, and his body emitted a soft golden light, which was not only not dazzling, but also made people feel very warm.

All the discomfort disappeared in this light, and the coldness that had always troubled her disappeared.

"Holy Light..." Ania is not a fool, of course she quickly identified what kind of spell this was.

The highest spell that can only be cast by the highest healer of the Church of Light is said to have the effect of resurrection.

However, the light healer of the Church of Light has not had a new successor for forty years. Since the invasion of the terrifying undead, the church has never seen the identity of a new healer.

It is said that only after each generation of Holy Light Master dies, new inheritors will appear, just like the divine messenger.

The emperor, the envoy, the holy light master, and the great priest, are all single inheritance. Could it be... the shriveled old man in front of him is the priest who was rumored to have died forty years ago?

Before Ania could figure it out, the shouts of the hotel owner coming from downstairs made Roland, who had been standing in the corner, stand up alertly, and leaned against the window.

"I thought you were a smart man, Maidoff, but I didn't expect you to like to do stupid things too."

Seeing soldiers who had never seen since entering this city surrounded this inconspicuous little hotel, Roland's cold voice appeared in Roland's cold voice.

Once a conflict arises, it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

If Rafa was alarmed, it would be more than just one or two people who died.

"If possible, I don't want any bad situation, but your identity really has to be cautious." Opening the simple wooden door, Med retreated to a position where he could escape, and when he saw his old friend appearing on the stairs, he became more courageous. "Tell me your identity, stranger, if it weren't an old friend forty years ago, I would see you as an enemy."

"Enemy...we are not friends at all. Maidoff, for you, I will definitely not be friends." Roland turned nervous and calm when he saw the expression on the old man's face. Of course, he knew that it must be his helper.

It seems that it is impossible for her to leave here safely.

"He will definitely not be your friend, Mead, have you not felt the corrupt darkness of its body?" A knight in golden armor came over and pointed his sword at Roland with the light blessing; "Show your true face, abominable demons."

"Demons? What a pity, I have to tell you that the guess is wrong." From the other party's chest helmet, you can tell that this knight, who is quite old, is a member of the Knights of the Protector of the Shandu Principality.

The people of this Knights are not only from nobles, but also have a certain elves and have a transcendent status in the Principality.

Are half-elves with elf blood... Then he can't know my identity.

Holding the rope buckle on the dragon-skin cloak on the chest, Roland stretched out his hand to Princess Ania, who was sitting on the bed with a dull face; "Let's go, the cold poison on your body has been dispelled, and you can continue the rest of the journey."

But just as the princess was about to get up, a nobleman dressed in gorgeous clothes broke into the already narrow room under the escort of several personal soldiers.

"I heard that the guards guarding the gate said that someone had entered the city with the Hero Knights. I was surprised and took a look. Who was there? Who would still retain a national hero seal that was destroyed by the undead, three hundred years after Manning had been destroyed."

"Hero Seal?!" The words of this noble man who suddenly appeared surprised everyone.

Three hundred years ago, the most powerful country in the northern continent, in addition to Ningal, the military powerhouse, had to recommend the magic empire Manning, and finally Shandu.

A terrible invasion of the undead caused this great power with a history of hundreds of years to fall and fall in a few days and nights.

No one knew what happened at that time. Manning's rapid demise made people on this continent fear the approaching sea of ​​death for the first time.

No one knows why the undead only chose Manning as a sacrifice. It is said that all the small countries related to Manning were devastated at that time.

And the fuse of all this is said to be the Hero Knights.

Of course, this is the news that broke out forty years ago, and the authenticity remains to be verified.

Even if you can't tell me about this, there has been no news for the Knights for three hundred years. No one has seen the descendants of those heroes at that time, nor has anyone seen anything about this Knight Pass. If the same seal had not been kept in the city, perhaps the soldiers guarding the city would not have recognized its identity.

"Can I show you the hero seal in your hand? After all, this thing is really...what to say, I want to confirm it with my own eyes." The nobleman put on a friendly posture, but the atmosphere at the scene was too solemn.

Roland thought about it again and again, but did not hand over the hero seal that she had become a dead soul but had been treasured to this day.

Seeing that the other party was determined not to give it to him, the nobleman gave him a look of the guards. Several boldly took advantage of their extraordinary burly figure and stepped forward without taking the thin man in black in front of him seriously.

"I just passed by and didn't want to cause trouble. If I don't want casualties, please step down."

"Your Excellency, are you kidding? This city, Hahodel is the number one fortress in the north, with a natural barrier that even Ningal's Frost City. Do you think you can escape from here? Surrounded by so many soldiers." The nobles did not take Roland's warning seriously at all. In his opinion, this mysterious outsider may have some kind of fearful force, but under the siege of a large number of soldiers, no matter what kind of powerful warrior you are, it is impossible for you to withstand wave after wave of consumption.

What's more, this man is so short and thin that he doesn't look like a warrior at all.

Master? The dean of Fanuan Academy is a guest in the city. With him, the great wizard, what else can he be afraid of? As many as 500 intermediate mage groups are in charge. Even if the rumored demons really go south, they cannot break Hahodel's solid defense.

"It seems that there is nothing I can do..." Looking back at the streets, the number of soldiers seemed to be increasing, and it was impossible to leave quietly.

Forgive me, I don't want to fight.

"Roar, soul-loving." Roland pulled out the black sword around his waist and said softly.

Before Maide and others could react, the faint black aura attached to the sword transformed into countless wailing souls.

Everyone in the room was stunned by the sudden scene.
Chapter completed!