Aunt Susan bowed and turned to leave.
After the inspection, Father Aryan took out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, and threw it on the ground casually. At this moment, a guard of the Holy See rushed over and whispered something in Aryan's ear.
When Aryan heard that, his face darkened, and he said lightly, "I see..."
He turned around, stared at the butler closely, and kept staring at him coldly, "Is this the necromancer you mentioned?"
"No, my lord... This... It was indeed that kid who did it..." The big butler was startled, blushing and said.
Arya snorted coldly, "I don't care who did it, we just need to find the necromancer. Where is the necromancer you're talking about?"
"He...he escaped..." Under the murderous eyes of Father Aryan, the butler said creakingly.
"So, you don't have any evidence?" Father Aryan's expression became uneasy.
"Uh... this..." The butler was speechless.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Geralt immediately stepped in and said hastily, "Father Aryan, God of Light, I can guarantee that everything my butler said is true. He has been with me for more than ten years. Moreover, there is no need for me to deceive you, Father Priest..."
Father Aryan narrowed his eyes and said to Geralt, "Geralt, if I remember correctly, you are the owner of Naka Manor not far from Maple Leaf Town, right?"
"Yes, my lord priest." Geralt felt the faint murderous intent on his opponent, and he immediately replied in fear.
"I still remember that you have a sister who married into the Salter family."
"Yes, my lord." Geralt didn't know why Father Aryan brought up this matter suddenly.
"Hmph!" Arya snorted coldly, "Geralt, you said there was a Necromancer, I'll come out with you right away, and bring so many people with me, but you're playing me like a monkey? I dare not touch you because of the name of the Salter family?"
"Ah! What...how did this start?" Geralt was dumbfounded, he didn't expect the situation to turn so fast, he said anxiously, "My lord, this...it's all true."
"Facts? Where are the facts? You saw this with your own eyes?" Father Aryan sneered.
"Uh... this... this..." Geralt was at a loss for words for a moment, he really didn't see anything, he only believed in the chief steward's one-sided words. At this time, he didn't trust his own chief steward either. Make up an excuse to lie to me
Although Father Aryan didn't get angry, Geralt and the others didn't dare to take a breath, and the butler didn't say a word. Even Kitley, who had always been defiant, became honest. In front of the Holy See, they were not arrogant at all. Qualifications.
Seeing that the other party was subdued, Aryan's face softened a little at this time, "Geralt, how can I say you are good? In front of me, you must talk about evidence for everything. Don't talk about things without evidence, let alone Don't casually accuse someone of heresy, you have to know that in the eyes of the Holy See, this is not a small matter... "
"Yes, yes!" At this moment, not only Geralt, but even the butler was sweating coldly.
"According to my investigation just now, your son killed someone while visiting Maple Leaf Town. In other words, this was originally your business, and it has nothing to do with any necromancer."
"If anyone has an enmity with others and accuses them of heresy, then wouldn't our Holy See become a tool for revenge?"
Aryan's voice suddenly became extremely harsh, "Our Holy See spreads the glory of the God of Light and eliminates the power of heresy in darkness, but it does not mean that our Holy See is willing to be used by others..."
Geralt was breaking out in a cold sweat. Father Aryan's hat was buttoned too far.
"Yes... yes, my lord priest, I'm sorry, I was wrong..." The head steward also knew that the situation was not good, so he immediately apologized. At this time, he could no longer care about the truth of the matter, and even he suspected that he Whether everything seen is real, or is it a dream.
"Humph!!"
Father Aryan snorted coldly, "For the sake of the Salter family, let's forget about this time, but I never hope for a next time!"
"Yes! My lord, I'm sorry about this incident..." Geralt also wiped his cold sweat.
Aryan's face softened a little, "Of course, Geralt, if there is news about the Necromancer, I would welcome it, but if there is no evidence, then there is no need to say it."
He took a deep breath and tightened his black priest robe, "Let's just leave it at that, alas, this damn weather."
While talking, Father Aryan ignored Geralt and walked away, followed by the guards in red robes.
"Fuck you!" After Father Aryan left, Geralt's face completely darkened, and he blurted out a rough mouth.
He reported on Ron, firstly to avenge the murder of his servant, and secondly, to make a small fortune. Unexpectedly, the small fortune was not made, but in order to ask to see Father Aryan, he got into the twenty-two A gold coin, which made him feel as sick as eating a fly.
"Father, let's go back!" Kitley did not make a fuss. Instead, he reached out and pulled the corner of Rajrat's clothes, saying that he, the Aryan priest, was terrified, and only then did he know how powerful the Holy See is. It's as easy as crushing an ant to death.
Geralt also calmed down at this time, and felt a little regret for his rude words just now. If it fell into the ears of Priest Aryan, even though he had the protection of the Salter family, he would have to suffer some pain.
"If I find that kid, I'll tear him into pieces..." Geralt remembered that the kid named Ron brought all these troubles, and hated him for a while, feeling ruthless cursed.
At this time, the townspeople saw that there was no excitement to watch, and they also left one after another. After all, they still had to make a living. Only Geralt and the three stood there like idiots.
Geralt lost face in front of Father Aryan today, and even took in twenty-two gold coins, his complexion turning green and pale.
"No, we can't just leave it like this..." Suddenly, Geralt uttered a sentence.
"Father... Father... what do you want?" The idiot Kitley was also terrified by his father's furious appearance. He had never seen his father angry like this.
Geralt's current appearance was extremely terrifying, the muscles on his face twitched violently, his veins were exposed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was enough to kill.
"I'm going to kill this kid!" Geralt forced a sentence through his teeth.
"Since the Holy See refuses to intervene, this matter is up to me. I don't believe it. A little bastard who hasn't grown all hair can't handle it?"
"I... I think... let's forget about it!" Kitley said cautiously, fearing that his father would lose his mind with anger.
"No!" Geralt roared, and he pointed at the big housekeeper, "Go, check it out for me, mobilize everyone in the Naka manor to check it out for me, yes, and send out the Naka guards, be sure to find out That kid's hiding place, I will personally... tear him apart."
"Yes! Master." The head butler bowed his head deeply, his eyes flashed with excitement. He already hated the child who killed his brother to the bone.
Naka Manor is not as simple as a manor. It still has a lot of power in the areas of Gold Flash Town and Maple Leaf Town. There are many guards in the manor. These guards still have certain strength. Everyone knows Naka The manor was extremely rich, but the bandits with a radius of a hundred miles did not dare to take the idea of Naka Manor.
Geralt was indeed angry, and his anger was that a little beggar had challenged his dignity, disgraced him in front of the Aryan priest, and of course he never thought about how it happened.
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In the abandoned mine, Ron sat on the ground covered with black plaster. His clothes were not very clean, but now they looked even dirtier.
"Yes! Yes, that's it, constantly releasing the power of the soul until all the power of the soul is exhausted."
Homelin patiently guided Ron in the practice of undead magic, and Ron lived up to his expectations, mastering the practice method of undead magic in just a few hours.
At this time, Ron was sitting on the ground, with his hands stretched out, his five fingers curled into grasps. In his hands, a black ball was constantly turning, releasing the power of his soul.
It can be seen that Ron's soul power is still extremely weak.
The strength of magic lies in the spiritual power, the strength of fighting spirit lies in the physique, and the strength of undead magic lies in the soul. As long as the power of the soul is sufficient, powerful undead magic can be used.
The practice of undead magic is a process of continuous training of the power of the soul, using a special method to consume all the power of the soul, and then replenish it quickly.
Consumption-replenishment-replenishment-replenishment, in this continuous cycle process, the soul power is fully exercised and continues to grow and develop.
This principle is the same as the physical training of soldiers and the spiritual training of magicians, but the direction of training is different.
Homelin had a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Ron's talent in undead magic was indeed not simple. In just half a day, he had already touched the soul and started practicing undead magic. This speed was beyond his expectation.
With a movement of the black sphere in his hand, it split, and a little mist drifted away, and Ron opened his eyes.
"Grandpa Homelin, how many times is this my cycle?"
"If I'm counting correctly, you should be on your sixteenth cycle, Ron, well done..." Homelin said with a smile.
Needless to say, Homelin, Ron already felt that he was different.
His eyes were full of energy, his ears became bright, and every move around him became extremely sensitive. Even the world was full of color at this moment.
Soul touch, Ron's soul has become much stronger, and even his senses have become sharper.
Ron also felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind, and these things seemed to have melted into his bones long ago. Moreover, although Ron still looked weak, he had a kind of self-change. The feeling of being strong, this feeling is very subtle, it is a deep understanding of one's own strength.