Chapter 472: Kush Young Demon Hunter and Miracle Priest
Stepping on the solid tiles of the dock, Delawan jumped twice while looking around.

The floor tiles were unexpectedly solid, without any looseness. It was worthy of being the residence of the Holy Grandson; it was simply extraordinary.

At this Advent Wharf, boxes of goods were erected like a low wall on the lakeshore, and nearly a hundred porters were carrying boxes and sacks and transporting them to horse-drawn carriages or carts.

These goods would be transported overland to the inland river (the Para River) and then transported to the town by water.

From the hay leaking out of the wooden box, it can be seen that the box probably contains wine or ceramics.

Although the Salvation Army has fundamentalist tendencies, it does not enforce its policies so strictly. It simply advocates not drinking alcohol and imposes higher taxes on luxury alcohol.

Therefore, many areas that had just come under the rule of the Salvation Army had a strange feeling.

This seemingly extremely conservative regime is actually more relaxed and open than a normal religious country.

Looking at the scattered black-roofed and white-walled houses behind the pier, Delawan asked Perini who was coming down from the bridge, "Uncle Perini, how long does it take to get to town from here?"

"It's about five or six miles. Put your luggage on your back and let's walk over." Perini, the team leader, was leading the horse and also standing beside the hitching post to rest.

"Leaving again?" McGowan heard the bad news as soon as he came down from the bridge.

"What's wrong with walking for a while?" Delawan looked at the gear-shaped sun flag flying on the dock, his heart surging, "The Holy Sun walked 700 miles, and they even had to face the pursuit of the Imperial Order Company."

This is a narrative from the "Records of the Expeditions of the Holy Sun" which has become popular in Jinhe Township and Yibei Township recently. Many priests of the Holy Fathers like to use this story to tell.

Compared with those plain and complicated notes and instructions, these young people obviously prefer the more legendary "Records of the Expeditions of Saint Sun".

"Why are you flattering me here? The Holy Grandson can't hear you." McGowan patted the fat on his belly with a gloomy expression.

"I love His Majesty Horn from the bottom of my heart. So what if he can't hear me?" Delawan put his hands on his hips and looked at his companions walking down from the dock. "There is only one last section of the road left. We will be able to see our sun, the chosen pope."

"Oh——" the boys responded weakly.

Most of these Kushite boys, who came from the Ibe Plains in southern Langsand County, were between twelve and fifteen years old.

Most of them wore light woolen long sleeves with short ruffles, and rolled up their sleeves to reveal their hairy arms.

The lower body is mostly dressed in loose khaki or light grey shorts, and the feet are wearing leather short boots that cover the ankles.

Judging from their clothes, they did not look aristocratic at all. Instead, they looked more like children of small landlords or rich farmers living around the city.

A close look at the sturdy forearms and calloused palms shows that these people must have done a lot of farm work.

Among them are both original pure-blooded Kushites and many mixed-bloods, and even foreign nobles who changed their names to Kush after Horn's victory.

Grandmother was quite open-minded about how to judge the Kushites.

The foreign nobles who were willing to change their family tree and agreed with her were Kushites, and the pure-blooded Kushites who did not agree with her were foreigners.

Therefore, in the young eyes of these Kush teenagers, there is both unrealistic fanaticism and suspicion, fear and distrust.

100 Kush teenagers from the Ibe Plain stepped onto the dock, rested for a while, and then set off again at the shouts of Perini.

After leaving the dock and there were no people around, Perini shouted to everyone: "Remember to hold your shields. There are some demon hunters lurking on the island and they may attack us."

"why?"

"They don't want us to join forces with His Majesty. The Church is afraid."

"Don't be the thief crying thief."

After hearing what Perini said, the young men started talking loudly in their hoarse voices, with different expressions, but none of them showed much fear.

After all, knights were born into bravery, and these Kushite boys learned to hide their fear from a young age.

The Kush teenagers, carrying large and small bags, formed a long line, dragging their feet and moving slowly along the road leading to the town.

After all, they are young and energetic, and they can chat while marching.

"Hey, I heard that His Majesty likes to employ young people. Can we join the Children's Army or the Loyal Heir Army?" Delawan was walking on the road with full energy and chatting with several good brothers around him.

"Only the children of those who died fighting for the country can join the Zhongsi Army. You can't become a Zhongsi Army soldier, but you can be his father."

"Fuck you, I want to be a marshal."

"I heard that if we get excellent grades, we can go to the St. Tangi War College?"

"No, no, no, after graduation you have to join the army first and perform well before you can enter the St. Tange War College. That's a place for advanced studies, not a place to lay the foundation." Perini, who was walking in front, quickly corrected them, "I will go there to study after I send you there."

"You're leaving?" McGowan leaped forward. "You're just going to leave us on this island?"

"What are you talking about?" Perini glared at him. "You are here to study, not to be hostages."

"That's right, that's right," Delawan echoed from the side, making McGowan's face turn red.

The monk leading the way slowed down his pace and said with a big grin, "Don't worry, there are other students in the school, and they are all kind and friendly..."

The monk was halfway through his words when Perini's face suddenly changed and he kicked the monk in the face.

In an instant, the monk's face swelled up and his yellow teeth flew out of his mouth. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

While the teenagers were still wondering how quickly Perini changed his attitude, they heard a few buzzing sounds in their ears.

"Bow and arrows, be careful to dodge." The moment Perini shouted, several short arrows with afterimages flew past him one after another, piercing the ground and the trees on the side of the road.

Looking at the arrow tail trembling up and down, Delawan suddenly realized: "Shield formation, shield formation, enemy attack!"

"There really is a demon hunter!" "Where is my round shield? Who stole my round shield?"

The young men quickly dropped their luggage, took out their round shields, and stood in groups of seven or eight, shoulder to shoulder and back to back. They raised the round shields to their chests and looked around vigilantly.

Of course, there were also those who were lying alone on the ground, with their heads buried under their knees, sticking out their buttocks and shivering.

Delavan thought McGowan would be one of them, but he didn't expect him to stand straight, leaning on Delavan's back, looking left and right for the enemy's position.

"Southeast, that patch of grass, that patch of grass by the pond," McGowan called out.

Sure enough, everyone saw that the grass was shaking, and even half of the corner of the clothes was exposed.

"It's the Demon Hunter, send a signal!"

The grinning monk took out the signal gun viciously and fired towards the sky. The red smoke pigment dyed the long smoke red and appeared in the sky.

Perini jumped on his horse, drew his knight's sword, and rode towards the bushes. However, before he had taken a few steps, four or five iron balls rolled out from behind the bushes.

"Boom-"

Thick fog gushed out from the sphere, instantly enveloping Perini, and even his figure could not be seen clearly.

"Uncle Pelini!" Delawan subconsciously took a step forward, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by McGowan behind him.

"Don't move. That's a holy water grenade. It won't work on Uncle Perini." Turning his head, McGowan kicked the boy lying on the ground. "Get into the shield formation quickly. Do you want to be captured by the demon hunter?"

Sure enough, the sound of two people fighting was soon heard behind the holy water mist, and just two or three seconds after the signal was sent, the ground was shaken again.

At the end of the field of vision, seven or eight Holy Gun Cavalrymen appeared with an extraordinary reaction speed and rushed into the smoke.

Then there were continuous banging sounds and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"This opening ceremony is great. They're using us as bait to catch the witcher." McGowan tilted his head, looked at the scene over there, and said vaguely.

This time, Delawan did not refute, but looked at an old man riding a horse who was coming not far away.

"Is that a wizard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and strong old man stood up on the stirrups and began to wave the wooden stick in his hand. As his lips moved slightly, a breeze suddenly blew.

The breeze blew through the smoke formed by the holy water and quickly dispersed the forbidden water mist, leaving only a demon hunter with his hands tied behind his back, being pinned down by the knees of several big men.

The boys' expressions changed one after another. This is magic, this is definitely magic!

"Holy Lord, he really is a wizard."

"Why didn't anyone catch him? He's a wizard."

"Will he blow us away with his fireball?"

"He is in the same group with us. If we are going to blow someone up, we're going to blow the demon hunter away."

The Kush boys who formed the shield formation looked at each other strangely: "Why do we feel like we have become the villains in the witcher story?"

"The bishop is still a good guy in the witcher story. Look at what Archbishop Feiliu did. The story written by the church is not credible." Delawan shook his head.

"But if that's the case, wouldn't that mean we're cooperating with pagans?"

"You don't understand this." Delawan, who was well versed in theory, laughed, "With the Holy Grandson here, we Kushites are the chosen people.

Other ethnic groups are afraid that they will not be able to go to heaven if they cooperate with pagans because they are not pious enough.

We Kushites are born devout believers, so we are said to be unclean. Even if we cooperate with pagans, we can go to heaven as long as we pray sincerely.

Even if we use magic, it doesn't matter, because we are born holy..."

While Delawan was still explaining theological knowledge to them, Pasrick had already approached.

Seeing the mysterious wizard of the past appear before him, even Delawan, who was pretending not to be afraid, became speechless like a chicken with its neck strangled.

The shadow of the huge figure was cast on the boys' heads, and they didn't even dare to look up.

Faced with the terrifying wizard, even though his hair had turned gray, they still huddled together in fear.

"Hmph, a bunch of brats," Pasrick said to Delawan, who was the only one who puffed up his chest and pretended to be calm, "Well, a demon hunter just tried to ambush you. The criminal has been captured. You can go to school without worry."

After saying this, Pasrick pulled the reins and prepared to leave.

After confirming that there was no danger, Delawan took a step forward and said, "Old man..."

"Ok?"

Looking at the murderous face, Delawan swallowed his saliva: "Are you a wizard?"

"Kid, watch your words." Pasrick reached out and patted his head, "In the Papal State of Savior, there are no wizards, only natural priests.

Natural priests are divided into alchemical priests and miracle priests. I am a miracle priest at the bishop level. "

"We will learn magic from you, oh no, miracles?"

"Hahahahaha." Pasrick lifted Delawan's chin with a whip. "Don't worry. Many of your teachers at Frick High School are what you call 'wizards'!"

(End of this chapter)