Chapter 109

If someone were killing people, shaving bones, and summoning skeletons in his jurisdiction, Fa Le wouldn't believe it, especially since he had a slight impression of the Old John the other party was talking about.

That was just an unsociable, somewhat stubborn, lonely, and disabled old man.

I heard he had a strange hobby, which was collecting nameless corpses from the roadside and taking them back to fertilize the fields.

The villagers were surprised and thought he was killing people and shaving bones. But as a church priest, Fa Le knew very well that there were different customs in the world, and there were also many special professions.

For example, in some countries, scavengers would moonlight as people who wrapped up those who died on the roadside or at home and sent them to the cemetery or mass grave. Such scavengers were also called undertakers.

For another example, in some countries, executing criminals preferred beheading, so two professions were born, called executioners and corpse stitchers.

After the executioner cut off the head, the corpse stitcher was responsible for sewing the head back on, letting the criminal be buried completely. Of course, corpse stitchers would occasionally guest-star as surgeons or something.

And for another example....

So when Fa Le heard such a report, he was originally prepared to decline it. However, the new partner Paladin Ao Ni was only eighteen years old, young and vigorous, and eager to make achievements, so he came over without saying a word. What could Fa Le do? He could only follow. In case his partner caused trouble, he could cover it up a little.

Old John's yard didn't even have a door. Ao Ni broke in directly and immediately saw the neatly arranged bone-setting wood branches in the yard. He leaned in and smelled it, and could smell a slight aura of decay. He pulled out his long sword and inserted it, then pulled it out. There was already corpse odor on the sword tip.

"Damn it, sure enough, he is burying corpses here to refine them, preparing to summon skeletons?" Paladin Ao Ni said angrily.

Fa Le scratched his nose awkwardly. Although burying corpses in the yard was very strange, it was hard to say whether he was refining corpses. There was not a trace of death aura in this yard.

Moreover, even if he were refining corpses, who would use them to summon skeletons? What a waste. The combat power of skeletons is not strong. It would be better to stew a pot of bone soup to summon hellhounds. That thing loves to gnaw bones and has strong combat power.

Ang pushed open the door with a 'creak' and walked out of the house.

Ao Ni immediately raised his sword and pointed: "Are you the one refining corpses here? Evil heretic, I, probationary Paladin Ni Ao, represent the light to judge you. If you think you have no sin, please raise your hands high, and let the holy light judge."

Ao Ni finished reading word by word, then raised his long sword high, and bright and holy light shone on the sword: "Holy light, purify the shadows of the world, Paladin's sword, eliminate all heretics, in the name of light, judge!"

A skill specifically for judging heretics. If it were not a heretic, the light of judgment would pass through the body without obstruction. If it were a heretic, the light of judgment would explode on the heretic, causing double damage.

Fa Le sighed in his heart. In recent years, the young people coming out of the church had become more and more rigid, always liking to use the light of judgment to distinguish between enemy and friend. Human hearts are complex. Where is there a skill that can distinguish them?

Even if it were not a heretic, what if it were a murderer, bandit, or thief with evil intentions? What if it were a proud mage? Originally there was no hostility, but once you judge, it might very well become an enemy.

Every year, because of this kind of arrogant rudeness, how many enemies were provoked for the church? But not one young person could change this habit. Maybe they felt it didn't matter. What if they provoked them? Could they dare to offend our Church of Light?

It's just that they hadn't met a ruthless person. Otherwise, these young people would definitely suffer.

Just when these thoughts flashed through Fa Le's mind like lightning, Ang dodged to the side and then hooked his foot on the other party's foot.

Ao Ni felt that his posture was very handsome. Ang only felt that the other party's movements were very slow. In the time it took to speak, he could have hacked him several times already.

However, Nai Ge Li Si told him not to kill people and not to cause serious injury, otherwise, it would attract the attention of the Church of Light here, which would be very troublesome.

If a Paladin and a priest suddenly died somewhere, it would be fine in normal times. But at this time, it would definitely be associated with Nicholas.

Ao Ni's foot was hooked like this, and he immediately lost his balance and flew forward, hitting the wall with his head and fainting.

Quack... quack... quack....

The scene was a bit awkward. Fa Le covered his face and didn't want to look. As soon as they met, he was aggressive and wanted to judge others, and then he hit the wall and fainted. It was too shameful. Did he want to use his fainting to make the other party feel guilty, thereby achieving the purpose of judging the other party?

However, it also proved from the side that this person's strength was very strong. Fa Le became cautious and said loudly: "This friend, offended. I am Fa Le, a priest in the nearby town, and this is probationary Paladin Ao Ni. May I ask who you are? Where are you from?"

Ang tilted his head and looked at him, expressionless. Mainly because he didn't know how to answer. Did he want to say his name was Ang, he was from the Abyss of Rest, and he was a skeleton.

Simply ignore him, pick up the Paladin, and cast a purification technique on his head, hoping he didn't die or get injured.

Fa Le's eyes widened suddenly. Holy light?

The holy light cast casually was somewhat like a purification technique, but it made the bump on Ao Ni's head caused by the collision disappear rapidly. Just this hand showed that the other party was a high-level clergyman, at least far higher than himself.

Oh my god, what did that idiot Ao Ni do? He launched a judgment against a clergyman in the church whose level was far higher than theirs!

"Level 1 priest Fa Le pays respects to you, my lord. May I ask your name, my lord." Fa Le knelt on the ground with a 'thump' and said respectfully.

Fa Le's kneeling not only scared the sheriff and his subordinates who brought him here to find trouble, but also woke up Nai Ge Li Si.

"Oh right, you can use holy light. You can impersonate a clergyman of the Church of Light and leave here safely. People from the Church of Light won't go to investigate someone who can use holy light. Let me think, let me think, what identity in the Church of Light is most suitable for you to impersonate?"

"Thought of it, a bitter monk, that kind of bitter monk who is alone, doesn't care about appearance, doesn't talk, and asks for trouble. You impersonate a bitter monk, and your appearance here is just right. You are here to investigate the person who killed Nicholas."

"You just introduce yourself like this: Ang, a monk in the shadows of light." Nai Ge Li Si said quickly in Ang's soul.

"Light, in the shadows, monk, Ang." Ang introduced himself intermittently.

Nai Ge Li Si clapped his hands in Ang's soul: "Wonderful, bitter monks are all those kinds of guys who are alone, don't talk for years, and have degenerated language skills. Your intermittent speaking style is even more like it. Quick, quick, praise me for choosing well."

Bitter monk? Fa Le was stunned. The legendary famous bitter monk? Never contacted one. How did such a big shot appear here? Could it be....

At this time, Old John finally walked out of the house with light steps. Everyone outside the yard was stunned. Wasn't Old John a cripple?

Being able to heal even an old cripple like Old John, this bitter monk's strength is so strong. No need to ask, it must be because of that incident.

Fa Le stood up, crossed his hands on his shoulders, and paid respects again: "Lord Ang, are you here to exorcise the Saintess Xia Mala?"