The bone-broken wind blows, the cold air soaks the armor, and the winter sun shines on the silver-white armor of the knights, extremely shining.

On the avenue connecting Moldova and Moldavia, a large group of knights rushed by silently, trampling down the horses, splashing ice and snow dust, and bringing a gray dust fog at the end of the array.

Since the knights didn't have to hurry, the speed of the knights was slower than when they rushed to Moldova. The days of running around did not make the group of silver-level people feel tired, but instead just calmed down the rhythm.

But no matter how slow it is, I will almost arrive at my destination now.

Joshua held the reins of the black horse with one hand, and his eyes did not look forward, but watched the changes in the clouds in the sky without any reason. Behind him, Firefly hugged the warrior's waist, with a delicate little face looking drowsy.

Unlike on the way to help, there were still a few scattered monsters that needed to be eliminated at that time. However, there were no other scenery except ice and snow and woods, let alone monsters that needed to be wiped out... Occasionally, you can see adventurers walking alone in the snowfield and hunters driving sleds, but the number was not large. The dragon caravan was completely extinct because of the previous dark tide, and it would take about a week or two before a new caravan would set off or arrive.

Repeating scenery and behaviors are always boring and exhausting.

"Everyone, you are about to arrive at your destination. Be cheered up and the main city is right in front of you."

"yes!"

After a little boost of morale, Joshua's heart also had a slight fluctuation.

Although he spent more than half of his time traveling and fighting in October for more than two months, and he had not been in the main city for long, the soldiers still regarded this city built in the ice field as his stronghold in this world.

Being able to go home and rest is naturally something worth looking forward to.

In the distance from the perspective of view, the huge city walls made of black granite can be seen. The black city standing between the white world is so conspicuous and motivated that the entire array is faster.

On December 28, 831, at 3:47 pm, the knights who had been traveling for many days returned to their hometown.

The main city of Moldavia did not change much after its owner had left for a month. The scouts on the tower discovered the conspicuous flag and the leading warriors from afar, so the heavy city gate slowly rose, and the knights' array slowed down through the city gate, and under the attention of the residents, slowly and orderly steps into the military camp in the north of the main city.

After all the staff reported the number, Joshua announced his dissolution. As long as he registered his name, everyone would get a thirty-day vacation.

Although the most important series of actions to rush to Moldova were done by the soldiers alone, it was really thanks to the military power of these knights who integrated into one. Otherwise, with the power of Joshua alone, it would be difficult to go in and out of the tide of more than 200,000 beasts, especially at that time, the beasts were not attacked by chaos, and killing them could not get the physical feedback from the Sky Blue Pearl.

The knights who got the holiday were naturally very happy, especially the New Year is approaching recently. Although the weather in the north is not like the imperial capital or other big cities, it is naturally better to spend it with your family at this time.

However, since they set out from the Black Forest Fortress and did not bring their own things, and some of the knights' families were also in the fortress, some of them planned to rest in the main city for about a day and then rush back to the fortress. Naturally, Joshua would not refuse this reasonable request.

After picking up the pen, he registered the names of the knights who still needed to use the horses, the warrior looked at his somewhat incomprehensible handwriting. After thinking about it, he casually clicked a high-level silver knight and asked him to be responsible for this series of personnel changes. He took the hand of the silver-haired girl who was still rubbing her eyes and walked towards the church in the city center.

"What is the master going to do..."

"Healing."

During the Q&A, Joshua tried to move his left hand—but the wound that had not yet healed and the bones that had just begun to grow on his shoulders made the act of "raising his hand" turn into a slight movement of his palm. The warrior couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

Although the priests of the Moldova Fortress have worked very hard, they are still too young and have far less ability to treat wounds. As high-level silver, the old priest Atanis, who is one step away from becoming gold, I don’t know where they are taller than the people in this group.

In order to completely recover his wounds as soon as possible, Joshua did not waste any time and went directly to the city center, the temple of the God of Power and Justice, and the door of St. Lauren's Cathedral.

At the top of the bell tower, the black circular holy emblem was shining at this time, releasing the glory of holyness. Many believers came and went, entering and leaving the church.

“It should be an hymn party or a dinner time now.”

A thought flashed through his mind, Joshua nodded in response to the awe-in-command tribute to those who recognized him next to him, and then stepped over the stairs and walked through the huge stone tablet at the door, entering it.

Walking through the corridor, he looked up and immediately found a familiar figure. The white-haired priest Atanis seemed to have known that the warriors would come here. He stood in front of the hall with his wooden framed eyes and books in his hand, waiting for Joshua to approach.

"Farewell to the fortress, long time no see."

The old priest followed his two apprentices. The two silver priests looked at the black-haired warrior with some restraint, and their eyes seemed to be afraid to condense on him. When they noticed this, Atanis shook his head: "I didn't expect that his strength would become stronger so quickly, but it's Lord Lord. Please restrain your momentum and scare the believers around you."

"Probably, it's a long time no see."

He tried to restrain his subconscious momentum that he had subconsciously released for many days of bloody battles, but Joshua had no choice but to find that this thing did not seem to be diverted by human power. Just from the respectful and fearful eyes of the believers coming and going around, his actions were meaningless.

Atanis shook his head speechlessly. As an acquaintance, he and Joshua didn't have so many polite conspiracies and said directly: "Come here to heal the wound?"

"Yes, the left arm was seriously injured, and the shoulder bones were skeleton..."

After briefly recounting his injuries and the process of injury, Joshua saw that the old pastor's eyes became more and more scary, and in the end he became completely disappointed.

"How many times have you said it, pay attention to the injury in your left arm! The hidden wounds left by the last time you fought with the golden warrior of the Wilson family have not been completely healed. You just use the secret meaning of fighting spirit to force yourself to fight with the black dragon - you are not the savage god warguard, nor are you a blood druid who can transform into a dragon beast. You are a warrior who uses weapons and skills to fight! You have to rely on brute force to be reckless without your own advantage. You deserve such severe injuries!"

When he heard the other party's merciless rebuke, he did not say that the other party was indeed the first level of elders. With respect for the doctor... for the treatment profession, Joshua had no idea of ​​being angry at all. After all, the other party was telling the truth. He did make so many mistakes after playing and having fun, which made him seriously injured. What's more, now it's time to ask him to say a few more words.

After talking for a while, Atanis emphasized, "If you don't care about your body next time, you will continue to have an accident with your left hand and accumulate secret injuries. If you want to heal next time, you will need to rest for a year and not be able to do it!" Joshua nodded repeatedly and said yes.

"As for now, because the group of people in Moldova handled it in time and your vitality is indeed strong, it only takes more than a month to recover."

Touching Joshua's left hand and using the holy light to find out the situation. The white-haired old pastor pondered and shook his head and said, "Forget it, come with me to the quiet room, I'll deal with it for you."

"Remember, I will send the bill to the City Lord's Mansion."

"No problem, although I don't know how much money I have, it must be enough."

The warrior shrugged, then turned his head and said to the silver-haired girl behind him: "Ying, are you planning to stay here, or go in and see how I treat it?"

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Chapter completed!