Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 244 Raphael's Vase
A smile appeared on Ellie's face and behind every mask.It's not to show friendliness to others, and there is no other additional reason, it's just the appearance of joy in my heart.In Ellie's smile, all the witnesses clasped their hands together, admiring the miracle of the holy light. They wept with joy and knelt down in the light.

Rafal nudged Allie on the back and sent her back to his family.

"Master Angel!" Following Ellie's call, the gloomy Rafal turned his head again, and the little girl clasped her hands in front of her chest, her movements were as standard as her family taught her, "From now on, I will Pray to the Holy Light, and pray that the Holy Light can heal your pain."

"..." Rafal reached out and stroked Ellie's yellowed hair. "Holy Light, I am proud to have you, Ellie."

Accompanied by protracted cheers, Rafal and his soldiers entered the church.In the atmosphere that rises like a flame, the soft voice like the wind is no match for the noise after all.

"My sorrow, even the Holy Light cannot heal..."

Under the arrangement of the church, the Guardian Legion joined Lokarot's city defense and security area, and these were coordinated by the team leader.Rafal walked in the hall, responding to the greetings from his fellow Holy Light, with only one person following behind him.

A sturdy paladin in golden and red armor. The white knight helmet is a bit incongruous compared with other parts because of its unique shape. Some sharp horns that look like rising flames are arranged in disorder on the back of the helmet. It looks like Like a dragon fruit.

Rafal walked into his own room on the top floor, and the four great swords landed on his weapon rack respectively. He handed the fake flower in his hand to his dragon fruit knight, and came to his own seat.

"Damn it, I'm tired of pretending to be a saint." Rafal put his feet on the desk, no one cared about the scriptures that were pushed down, and looked like a rascal, which was different from the holy day outside. don't.

A gentle laugh came from the armor, "Don't let them down, leader, you said it yourself. By the way, Master Rafal, do I need to seal this flower for preservation?"

Rafal put his hands behind his head and looked at the white branch bundle in the knight's hand, "Frey, where is my vase?"

"What kind of vase do you want, you can't even feed a grass." Frey did not shy away from sarcasm of his boss.

Rafal's eyebrows twitched, and he pointed at Frey. "Frey, you! It's my vase! Now I order you to hold that flower for me, or you will be punished by military law!"

"I...I really obey you. Paladin Frey, I obey your orders." After a simple salute, Frey really stood motionless in the room with the fake flower.

"Heh heh heh." With the dignity of an officer, Rafal started his work.

"Sir, this is not a place to entertain believers. Please don't disturb the adults inside." The nun's worried voice came from outside the door, and the footsteps were still in front of Rafael's room.

"Jenny, open the door and let that gentleman in." Let me see who dares to make trouble in my place.

"Yes, yes, Lord Rafal."

Seeing someone coming, Rafal narrowed his eyes.It was the boisterous clown outside, a puffy, spherical man with an aquiline nose.He gave the nun a mocking look and stepped into Rafael's room with a smug smile.

"Praise the Holy Light! Master Rafal." He puffed out his round belly, waiting for Rafal's polite response.

Rafal's response was...

"Who are you?"

"...I almost forgot to introduce myself. After all, I am busy with business and am a bit forgetful. My name is..."

"Stop! I'm not interested in your name! Just tell me what you do."

The man's greasy face was flushed with humiliation, but he had enough restraint for a worthy saint.

"I am the steward of the Duke of Locarrot, Lord Trosi, my master needs you..."

"Why doesn't your master come here by himself? Send you such a thing?"

The butler took a deep breath, "The Duke is busy with affairs, and he sent his most trusted me to discuss..."

"I'm busy too, I decided to send my butler to communicate with you."

Frey moved over. "My lord, where did you get the housekeeper?"

"You are my butler now, Frey."

Frey looked at the bouquet in his hand, and at the ugly man with greasy face in front of him.

"I'm a vase, not a housekeeper."

Rafal shifted his gaze to the butler again, and shrugged exaggeratedly. "Well, Mister Unpopular, you have just killed my butler, so I have to play myself. Tell me, what do you beg me for?"

Although Rafal's attitude was different from what he had imagined, but for the sake of the task, the butler still showed a gentle pretended smile. "Mr. Rafal, your previous performance on the square was amazing enough, but I hope you will try to reduce the display of such miracles in the future. After all, rare is precious, and this is for your own sake, especially for those masked people. Healing them with the power of the Light would be reckless."

Rafal's gloomy eyes stared at the man who was boasting, the cold light in his eyes seemed to freeze his life.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

"No, I... I... just... just a suggestion. After all, you will bless those truly noble people in the future. I am very worried about your physical condition."

"Blessing? What?" Rafal listened to words he had never heard before, thinking about the changes in the process of the Holy Light Ceremony that he hadn't noticed.

"It was an agreement reached between the Bishop of Dover and the Duke of Tracy. Maybe he hasn't informed you yet. In the following celebrations, you will spread the Holy Light to ten noble people including the Duke of Tracy in the square." Gospel, this is a good thing, Master Rafael, you are spreading the glory of the Lord."

"The Bishop of Dover, and your master, decided on my work without informing me?"

The butler felt a steel knife stuck in his back, and his body trembled under the pressure.The paladin standing aside, the man named Frey, was silent, the space around him was twisting irregularly, making a subtle hissing sound, and cracks were expanding from his side, Frey.The flaming helmet stared at the Steward like a ghost from hell opened its eyes.

Rafal's voice sounded like salvation.

"Frey, my floor is going to break."

"Your will, my leader." This sentence is like a switch, allowing those invisible and dangerous images to be hidden in falsehood again. Only the sweat on the butler's back reminds him that his usual words and mind weapons, It doesn't work.

The butler trembled and continued with his mission, "Lord Rafael, these things were arranged by the Duke and the Bishop, and I am just a mouthpiece."

Rafal nodded, "You're right. I don't need to embarrass the Bishop of Dover. I'm also a seeker of the Holy Light. It's what I should do to support each other."

"You promised?! The great and merciful Lord Rafal!"

Rafael said word by word.

"I promised...Let Frey consecrate them instead of me. Frey, use more tricks then, so that those 'noble' people feel worthwhile."

The butler screamed, his voice hysterical, berating Rafal for his arrangements.

"No! You can't do this! This is the arrangement of the Bishop of Dover! You can't let those adults down!"

Rafal looked at the somewhat crazy housekeeper who was jumping.

"You're right, I changed my mind."

"Frey! What's the name of that novice crusader we recruited a month ago, that red-haired kid!"

"Nelson Carnot, my lord."

"Let Nelson wear your armor to show off to those noble people, and bless this thing, those flashy appearances are useless, sincerity leads to spirit, and bless their nobility!"

Hearing Rafal's worse arrangement, the housekeeper thought of what he might experience later, and he had already fallen into madness.Desperately, he pulled out stacks of indulgences inlaid with gold thread from his pocket and showed them to Rafal.

"You can't do this to us! We have paid a lot of wealth for the Holy Light! A lot! You can bless those untouchables casually, why can't you bless us!"

The butler suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his hand, he let go of his hand in surprise, and the indulgences fell to the ground, all of which burned. "These are the original sins that we paid a lot of money for. You can't destroy them without reason. This is not in compliance with the regulations."

"No, this complies with the regulations." Rafal leaned back on his seat. "Frey, what is the punishment for offending the leader of the Crusaders?"

"Fire, my lord."

Rafael spread his hands, "Look, your money has made a difference. I forgive you, you didn't get burned, thanks to these indulgences. Now, please go away, Mr. Frey, who is nothing but ugly, see a visitor out."

Boom!An iron glove rapidly enlarged in the butler's eyes, kissing his face, and flying him away from the bondage of the door.

Rafal raised his eyebrows.

"There's too much movement."

"I controlled the strength, there will be no danger except that his face will be swollen like a puffer fish."

"Take him to a healer, Frey, the Light is merciful."

"Praise the Holy Light, can I go to our recruits to practice Holy Light healing?"

"This kind of simple thing, you can make a decision yourself."

"Your will." Frey walked out of Rafal's room.

Rafael can also hear Frey talking to the nun.

"Master Frey, what's wrong with this gentleman...?"

"It's nothing, he was accidentally smashed by Rafael's vase."

　Calvin, there is only one update today, sorry.

　　
　
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