The middle-aged officer looked at Monica as if he had ignored him, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
In the past two days, he has been to all the temples, hoping that someone would take in his soldiers, but almost everyone refused. At this time, his soldiers are suffering outside the city, sleeping in the woods outside the city, if it does not rain Fortunately, once it rains, a few more wounded will die.
But in this holy city, almost all the priests rejected foreign soldiers. Even the most caring Ms. Celia he heard did not allow soldiers to enter the temple to recuperate.
In fact, he didn't want to stay in this city either, but they had too many wounded, and the next city was too far away, the wounded couldn't survive at that time, and there was no place to recuperate and get medical treatment, so at least half of them would die people.
The middle-aged officer watched Monica complaining coquettishly next to a man. He waited for a while, walked over, and said, "Ms. Seria, please treat our soldiers, thank you."
At this time, Monica wanted to enter the temple with Beta again, and talk about the two days of parting. He was even more upset when he saw someone disturbing him. Hearing this, he turned his head and frowned and said: "I told you, I will help you heal, you first Go back and wait?"
Meeting your lover is more important than a hundred wounded
The middle-aged officer wanted to have an attack, but after thinking about it, he endured it. At the same time, he bowed his head and said, "Ma'am, please hurry up, my subordinates, it won't last too long."
After speaking, the middle-aged officer left first.
Beta watched it aside and asked, "What happened?"
"A few days ago, when a foreign lord's army passed by the holy city, it was attacked by unknown forces, and many soldiers were killed or injured." Monica put his arm around Beta and continued: "But the strange thing is , they didn't know who the attacker was."
"Don't check?" Beta and Monica walked into the temple together.
"There are still a few days before the deadline given by the Pope. Everyone is trying their best to find the murderer of the Big Bang." Monica shrugged: "There is no time for other things."
"Is there no doubt that the magic explosion may be related to this incident?"
Monica chuckled: "It should be impossible. With the beastly behavior of the man in the magic bombing case, he could blow up hundreds of people into ashes with a single spell. There is no need to be so troublesome."
Things have to be prioritized. For the high-ranking people in the holy city, finding out who was behind the magic bombing is the most important thing, and everything else can be put aside first.
After entering the temple, Monica almost touched Beta's body, and she asked with some resentment: "Where have you been these two days? I thought you didn't want to help me."
Women in love are very sensitive and always think about things.
Beta took out the magic crest and said, "I went to the city of Frans and told your sister Sasha about you. She sent some guards to help you. This magic crest can help you. You identify them."
Monica took the magic coat of arms, which depicted a rabbit grazing, with a gentle smile on her delicate face.
Sasha and her father are the only relatives she admits, and now she has received care from one of them, how could she be unhappy.
And what made her even happier was that Beta made a special trip to the Royal City of France for this matter.
"I told you last time that if one day you had a conflict with the goddess, what should I do about it? I thought about it for two days and came to a conclusion." Monica looked at Beta and said seriously: "I will never do anything to you. If the goddess forces me to do it, then I will... commit suicide."
There was a strange determination in Monica's tone, and Beta could hear her insistence. After a moment of silence, she said, "No, if there is such a day, I will think of other ways."
It is impossible for those favored by the gods to go against the will of the gods, so the suicide Monica mentioned was the only way she could think of.
But Beta doesn't think so.
After chatting with Monica for a while, Beta went outside the holy city, and with the help of Joan of Arc, he quickly found an army camp.
Sure enough, there, Beta saw hundreds of soldiers, as well as many seriously wounded. Even on the outskirts of the camp, there was a smell of blood.
Beta's arrival caught the attention of the guard in charge, who immediately pointed their weapons at him. And Beta stretched out his hands, indicating that he did not bring a weapon, but came with a friendly purpose.
The guard lowered his vigilance a lot, and then shouted from a distance: "Mercenary, what are you doing here?"
Beta replied: "Ms. Celia, let me come and help you."
"Help us?"
The guards looked a little strange. They had already had too many closed doors in the past two days, but one of them went back to report. Not long after, the middle-aged officer Beta had seen before came out.
The middle-aged man discovered that Beta was the little white-faced mercenary he had seen before, and his face was a little displeased, but he still walked up and tried his best to endure his anger and said: "That female archbishop who is said to be very kind, asked you to help Us? How can you help me as an agile warrior?"
In these words, there is still a touch of anger, but it is well covered up.
"Of course there is a way." Beta took out the two scrolls that he had prepared earlier from his clothes: "These two scrolls are all sunshine scrolls, and Ms. Celia asked me to give them to you."
The sun shines? The middle-aged officer also knew the effect of this magic, which seemed to be on a large scale.
Soon all the wounded were organized in one place, illuminated by a golden ball of light in mid-air, it was obvious that the wounds of the wounded soldiers were slowly healed, and some people with broken hands and legs even started to burn at the stubble. Slowly grow granulation.
This process is painful, but everyone is trying their best to endure it.
Compared with perfect siblings, they can bear this bit of pain. The atmosphere of the entire camp changed from dignified to relaxed.
Seeing that the magic scroll was effective, the middle-aged officer finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back at Beta and said, "Help me thank Ms. Celia... Forget it, I'd better go there myself."
"That's not necessary." Beta waved his hand: "Ms. Celia asked me to ask what happened to the person who attacked you. If possible, can you tell me in detail? Just treat it as those two magic scrolls reward."
The middle-aged man nodded: "No problem. It's not a secret."
It turned out that at noon the day before yesterday, the middle-aged officer took his team to another territory to handle some military affairs, but when he passed by the holy city, he was attacked by people from unknown forces.
The assailant was wrapped in black, with only a pair of blue eyes exposed.
The opponent's swordsmanship is very strong, as if he is playing tricks on them. Judging from the experience of the middle-aged officer, this unknown person should be a young man.
Second, the other party is definitely a man.
Third, the opponent can actually use magic, because when the opponent left, he used the flying magic of the wind system.
Both magic and martial arts? Beta narrowed her eyes slightly.