Ryan smiled helplessly: "Of course, I will pick you up three arrows. But I think you need to let us in first now, and then I can listen to your teachings carefully."

The team behind him was instantly boiling.

"Mr. Ryan said he wanted to take the three arrows of [Night Falcon Knight]. Oh, my god, I heard it right!"

"Of course, you don't, Lord Ryan is really..."

Listening to the hot discussion behind him, Ryan had to smile bitterly and shook his head. Eisen's three arrows were not that easy to catch, and he could press Ryan to the ground and rub him every time.

"Go into the city!"

When I heard Eisen's voice again, this time there was a clear hint of anger, which made everyone shudder together.

After a series of cross-examinations, inspections and verifications, this team that was pieced together finally entered the city of Barna.

The rich winnings won them praise from the guards, but they obviously did not recognize Viscount Cather's head and only thought it was an ordinary winning.

If they knew the truth, then Ryan would probably be blocked at the gate of the city...

The city of Barna is a military city and was stolen from the Andes people, so it is not so prosperous and lacks a trace of fireworks.

Ryan first climbed the city wall to visit his archery instructor. Eisen just glanced at him coldly and said coldly: "Go and solve your trivial matters first. Come to the shooting range before the sun sets on the horizon."

Ryan agreed with the promise, and saw that the sun was halfway through, so he quickly said goodbye and left.

He still has a lot to do, first of all, he is to find a pastor to treat a certain unlucky guy!

Ryan called Ham to restrain the soldiers and did not allow anyone to leave without permission until he came back. Because their military achievements this time were too special, and without the testimony of the nobles, it would be difficult for them to obtain matching military achievements.

Then he took Lesen, Oum and the unlucky Allen to start looking for the priest.

Ryan lived in Barna City for nearly two years, and the structure inside was already clear. Soon he came to the only church in the city.

As a missionary institution of the Holy Light Church, such churches are basically spread throughout the seven eastern countries, responsible for preaching the teachings of the Holy Light Church and are also the "hospital" of this world.

The priest mastered the Holy Light Divine Technique with the most significant effect of purifying and healing. This is a little worse than that of a mysterious magician who is also proficient in healing and healing.

The church covers a small area, with a circular vault, similar to the Roman-style church of Blue Star. Its crosses with exquisite and traditional patterns stand tall, majestic and holy.

At the door stood four somewhat lazy paladins, dressed in gorgeous and exquisite full-covered armor, handsome but majestic.

Seeing the arrival of Ryan and the others, they stood a little more seriously and seemed extremely focused.

Ryan was not interested in these gorgeously dressed flowery airs. Although the Holy See had a large number of Holy Light warriors, they had not experienced warriors for hundreds of years and had long lost the qualities that a warrior should have.

Walk straight from the gravel path to the prayer area, where the only pastor in the church recites the contents of the Bible and spreads the teachings.

"Long time no see, Rev. Kalina, I need your help."

Ryan is very familiar with Pastor Kalina, after all, he has come here a lot.

Kalina is about 20 years old, with long golden hair, her eyes very clear and calm, and her beautiful cheeks are heart-pounding, but her wide priest robe covers her proud figure.

"Long time no see Sir Ryan, may the Lord protect you."

Kalina nodded slightly and then said, "I have seen the added sin in you, sir, you should repent before the Lord, He will forgive your sins."

Ryan's mouth twitched inadvertently, "It's a sin, I believe you, a ghost."

But now I have something to ask for.

He cooperated and showed a repentant expression and said, "Oh, I will confess my sins to the Lord. But Pastor Kalina, please heal my poor companion before this, who was unfortunately injured in the process of protecting justice."

The beautiful pastor nodded, picked up the cross on his chest, closed his eyes, and murmured in his mouth: "Lord, please let your devout believers get rid of pain and disease..."

The cross in her hand began to emit a hazy golden light, setting her out like an angel and holiness and beautiful. Alan's wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Ryan took a look and moved his eyes away and walked into the confessional room. Every time he came to the pastor, he would ask him to confess, and he had already become familiar with the path.

Sitting down on the cushion, there was a pot of clear water in front of me. Ryan's handsome face was clearly reflected on it. His golden curly hair looked heroic, and his azure blue pupils and sharp eyes were trustworthy.

He casually scolded his "crimes" at the basin, then took out a Jindler and threw it into the box next to the basin. This is the price and "dedication" of his atonement for himself.

The reason why I invested so much is that Kalina's shooting fee was also included.

The priests use magic tricks for a limited number of times a day, not to mention this extremely energy-consuming [Healing Magic].

Obviously, Kalina was very satisfied with his "dedication". After finishing treatment, she sent them outside the church herself.

"May the Lord bless you!"

With the blessing of the beautiful pastor, Ryan returned to the gathering place of the soldiers. Since Allen had not yet awakened, Ryan temporarily placed him in a hotel and was taken care of by Ham.

Next, he was going to visit his immediate boss, Viscount Chels Malton. He was looking forward to what expression would appear on his face when he knew that he had killed Viscount Cather who had beaten him and ran away.

He ordered a few smart soldiers and came to the castle that served as the temporary legion command center with his captured heads. After a series of complex notifications and reviews, Ryan was allowed to enter alone.

Even Viscount Cather and the magician's head were not allowed to be brought in, but they could bring their swords, magic wands, and military flags.

Very strange regulations, difficult to understand.

Under the leadership of the guards, Ryan passed through the long corridor. The darkness and moisture inside were mixed with the decay made Ryan frown deeply. He really didn't understand that these nobles liked to live in such a humid and old castle. Aren't they afraid of rheumatism?

"Just, Viscount is waiting for you in the hall, please enter by yourself." The guards took him to a door and said respectfully.

Pushing open the ornate door, the luxurious and bright hall decorated appeared in front of Ryan, stepping on the soft carpet, and soon a beautiful maid came up to take what he had in his hand.

A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes sat in front of the hall, looking down at something. He had long black hair that was different from ordinary people, handsome and majestic. Unlike ordinary nobles with big belly, he was very strong and full of strength.

Next to him was a man in a wizard robe, his face full of pride.

Ryan stepped forward to perform a knightly ceremony and expressed his respect for his immediate superior.

"Praise you, the great guardian of the border, the pioneer lord, [Linton Eagle], the controller of the Malton family, the commander of the Third Legion, Viscount Chels.

And you, Master Mochi, may the magic lady favor you."

Hearing his voice, Chels raised his head calmly, staring at Ryan with his eyes as tight as a falcon.

He said coldly: "Sir Ryan, you'd better give me a reason to waste my time!"
Chapter completed!