Nok woke up that night.
After he drank a large bowl of porridge, he was in high spirits and told Leo about the story of his rescue.
After learning that Leo did not hesitate to reveal his identity as a dragon knight in order to save himself, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Leo, I'm sorry for you. Let's leave immediately after I recover from my injury. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble."
"It's okay. I have almost recovered. I have understood the situation in the town. There are no masters, bronze level five and the top existence. With Ukao and I, not to mention leveling the town, protecting It’s totally fine for you to leave.”
Leo's nonchalant answer made Nok a little worried.
"Leo, don't underestimate the heritage of the nobles and the kingdom. It is impossible for a city that can stand for many years to not even have a trump card against the silver level. What's more, there is a church of the Holy Church here.
As a priest of the Holy Church, I can tell you responsibly, never underestimate the heritage of the Holy Church, even if you are facing only a country church. "
Nok's serious expression made Leo surrender.
"Okay, okay, look at you, you are preaching before your body is fully recovered. You should consider when to heal your legs. Even if you want to leave, you must heal your legs first."
"By the way, the hotel has a hot spring. Would you like to soak in it? I heard it's good for your health."
Nok refused and said: "No need for now, I'll recuperate overnight and use 'Holy Light Salvation' to treat my legs tomorrow. When I recover the day after tomorrow, I'll check your body for you.
Although I believe in the strength of the priest in your words, I believe in my own eyes more. Not even Vakaan can convince me when it comes to healing. "
Leo shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile: "That's true. You are a monster. By the way, don't forget to check your own body, there will be surprises."
After saying that, Leo closed the door and left.
Leo's words made Nok confused.
So, he calmed down and checked his body, and then opened his eyes in surprise.
"I actually advanced?"
Nok couldn't believe that the energy level, which had been silent for two years in Tarn Village, had actually broken through.
He is now also a silver level seven master.
Of course, lacking the skill inheritance of the church, his reputation as a silver-level seventh-level priest is somewhat unworthy of his name.
"It seems that the matter of getting the church to recognize my identity will be put into the process in advance."
What Nok lacks now is not the accumulation of energy, but the accumulation of knowledge.
Energy can be accumulated over time, but knowledge cannot. Without new magical knowledge and unable to learn mysteries, Nok is likely to be stuck in the Silver rank for the rest of his life.
Just like some old priests, they have great magic power but cannot break through it, and they will only be silver with powerful magic power for the rest of their lives.
With his dream in mind, Nok closed his eyes and rested his mind on the bed, adjusting his body.
Although he has regained consciousness, his body is still very weak after being hungry for several days, and he is in no hurry to treat the broken limb.
So, he spent two days to recuperate his body, one day longer than Leo suggested.
Fortunately, except for the church pastor and the hotel attendant, no one in Maple Town knew that the seriously injured Nock had regained consciousness.
So, on the third night, while others were asleep in the middle of the night, Nok directly activated "Holy Light Salvation" to restore his broken leg.
So, on the fourth day, Nok lay weakly on the bed again, even weaker than when he first woke up. The waiter who delivered the meal almost made the waiter think that Nok was dying and had to go to the church to hire a priest.
Fortunately, Leo caught him in time and blocked the other person's mouth with ten silver coins.
On the fifth day, Nok carefully sat on the bed and moved his feet when he was caught by the priest who came to visit him.
Seeing that Nok responded well, the other party did not react excessively. He just said to take a good rest and left without charging any more.
However, it was only when the priest returned to the church that he realized something was wrong. He was so frightened that he quickly sent people to find the priest who was away.
So, on the seventh day after Nok woke up, the dusty priest rushed into the hot spring hotel with the support of his priest student.
Then, regardless of the waiter's obstruction, he knocked open Nok's door.
This stunned Nok, who had just returned to the room to change clothes after taking a bath in the hot spring.
He was shirtless and surrounded by an old man with a fanatical look on his face. They looked him up and down, but even tried to touch him with their hands and feet.
This frightened Nok, and he jumped onto the bed and pulled up the blanket to wrap himself up.
"What do you want to do! I...I'm a serious person, male, and I like women. Bah~~I'm not lustful. I don't want it for men or women! Let alone the old man!"
Nok's reaction amused Leo who was standing at the door.
The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was stunned on the spot with an embarrassed look on his face.
Fortunately, his priest responded in time and quickly explained to Nok: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is my teacher, Father Molière. When you had a fever before, it was my teacher who cured you with herbal medicine."
Nok complained bitterly: "Even if you do it to me, I won't give in to you!"
"Pfft! Hahaha!" Leo couldn't bear it any longer and bent over laughing at the door, holding his belly.
Even the waiter covered his mouth and hid by the door and laughed.
There is no way, although he has received professional training and cannot laugh at guests under normal circumstances, but in this case, the boss himself may not be able to hold it back!
"Pfft", the pastor couldn't help laughing when he saw Nok's resentful expression.
Seeing that his disciple was also watching the joke, the old priest was terribly embarrassed and wanted to explain that he didn't mean it, but when he saw Nok's timid eyes, he felt a little embarrassed to speak.
Fortunately, Nok had made enough trouble and stopped pretending.
He laughed "hehe" twice, then jumped off the bed and apologized to the priest: "I'm sorry, dear elder, I was just joking with you. I'm rude. I hope the elder won't take offense. "
After Nok apologized, he muttered in a low voice: "The main thing is that I was also shocked by you."
The sound was not loud, but just enough for the old priest to hear.
The old priest was too embarrassed to argue even if he wanted to.
When Leo saw that Nok was about to talk about business, he waved the waiter to leave. After all, the rest of the matter was not suitable for a servant like him to hear.
Leo more or less guessed the purpose of the priest and priest, so he entered the house and closed the door.
Looking at Leo blocking the door, the priest and priest were not afraid. They were followers of the young man in front of them, so it was normal to be on guard.
"Okay, let me introduce myself first. I am Nok, and that person over there is my attendant Leo. I wonder what the two distinguished guests are doing here?"
Nok didn't show any composure. He invited the person to sit down at the table and asked him directly about his purpose.
Although he guessed that the other party was reborn because of his own broken limbs, he still had to ask cautiously, right?
Sure enough, the old priest became excited as soon as he heard Nok ask what he wanted.
"Ryan, okay, okay, okay. I am Father Molière, and this is my disciple Mark. We are here mainly because of little friend Nok's legs. We want to..."
Without waiting for Molière to explain his purpose, Nok answered quickly: "Father Molière wants to ask me how my leg was regenerated after it was severed, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Father Molière, who had the rhythm of his conversation controlled, nodded repeatedly, not realizing that Nok had taken the initiative.
"Actually, there's nothing to hide. I'm also a priest, and I happen to know the magic 'Holy Light Salvation'. So, I just gave myself a little treatment when I woke up."
Nok's careless show off caused Father Molière to exclaim. Even Pastor Mark stared at Nok in shock.
"What! You actually know the magic of 'Holy Light Salvation' that has been lost for decades!"
Father Molière's shock shocked Nok and Leo at the same time.
Judging from the old priest's tone, could it be that this seventh-level magic has been lost?
Nok and Leo looked at each other and saw one meaning in each other's eyes: Trouble!
"Father Molière, please calm down. It's just a seventh-level magic, why do you look so surprised?"
"Merely? Just?" The priest stood up excitedly, pointed at Nok's nose and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about! 'Holy Light Salvation' is a ninth-level arcane magic! In the past hundred years, except for the current Pope, If you still have this magical skill, no one else will be able to do it! How dare you speak so brazenly!"
Mark quickly pressed the priest's hand in embarrassment and reminded in a low voice: "Teacher, I know how to 'Holy Light Redemption', so I am really qualified to talk about peace."
Father Molière's indignant face suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't help but lower his fingers.
Embarrassed, too excited.
Indeed, there was no doubt that Knock's foot was broken.
After all, he and his disciples checked and treated him personally, and the person in front of him was the same as the injured before.
Unless the other party replaces it with a twin, it is definitely true that the broken leg will be reborn.
In this way, it seems that it is okay for a person who has mastered the ninth level of mystical magic to say something arrogant.
If Molière had mastered this magic, he would even dare to climb onto the Cardinal's table, squat in front of the Cardinal, point at his nose and scold him.
Why should I be ostracized to this small town and not be promoted for decades?
This was all because his faction had no one to carry the banner, and was suppressed by other factions in the church and their resources were divided up, leaving the people of their faction unable to be cultivated and declining.
It's a pity that these young people, who were young and vigorous at the beginning, have become decrepit old guys.
Watching other factions prosper by dividing their resources, how can you not hate them!
But it just so happens that their faction’s senior leaders in the church are all old immortals who are practicing stupidity.
Follow the ancient precepts of their faction, do not participate in internal fighting in the church, do not fight or rob, and immerse themselves in hard work.
When the church needs it again, sacrifice for the church.
Isn't it great?
It was this great act that caused the backbone of Father Molière's faction to be exhausted in the "war of faith", leaving a shortage of talents.
The people at the top do nothing, and the people at the bottom are powerless. They can only watch as the occasional genius is discovered, suppressed, or excluded by other factions, or even openly framed to death.
This also caused some of the inheritance mastered by their lineage to be lost with the deaths of those geniuses.
If it weren't for the fact that there were still some old immortals from their faction in the Holy Court and people serving in high positions, I'm afraid their faction would have been suppressed to extinction!
Now, he actually saw the long-lost magic within the church, how could he not be excited!
It was lost not because no one within the church knew this magical technique.
But no matter how you teach it to those who know it, no one who comes after you will be able to learn it.
Rumor has it that this magic has an inheritance carrier. Those who want to learn magic must read the inherited manuscripts in person in order to understand the true principles of this magic and achieve the goal of learning and mastering it.
Now, with a man who had learned this lost magic standing in front of him, how could Father Molière not be excited!
This is the only person who has learned the lost magic in recent decades!
You must know that the lost magic of the church is not just the "Holy Light Salvation" spell.
"Little friend Nok, are you kidding me? Do you really know the magic of 'Holy Light Salvation'?"
Nok, who was questioned repeatedly by Molière, was a little dumbfounded. He nodded quickly and said: "Old priest, there is no need for me to lie to you. If you don't believe it, wait until I recover and find someone who has lost his limbs and let me perform it once. It will be obvious." ”
Seeing Nok's lack of timidity, Molière was immediately convinced.
He had clearly seen that although Nok's new leg looked nothing special, the color of the skin on the newly grown calf was different from the color of the old leg.
There is an obvious dividing line at the fracture, as if a knife had been cut.
