Evening Bell Church

"Father, he's awake." A female voice was heard with some ringing ears.

Su Ge turned his head slightly and saw an elderly priest wearing a pure white robe and a kind face opening the bed curtain and walking in.

"Are you awake?" The priest smiled, like a kind old grandfather.

Su Ge nodded slightly and opened his mouth slightly to speak but was stopped by the priest.

"Don't talk yet. Your mouth and tongue have been severely corroded by the potion. It's best not to use it casually now."

Su Ge could only nod.

The priest sat down and said with admiration: "I have heard about you. You are really an amazing priest."

"??" Su Ge was a little confused and didn't know what the priest was talking about.

The priest saw the confusion in Su Ge's eyes and explained: "Your entire body function has been disrupted by the potion. The over-stimulation of the shark potion has caused some memory gaps in your head. This is only temporary and there is no need to worry."

Su Ge continued to nod.

"Someone has informed you about your family's situation, saying that you need to undergo special training at the Holy Blood Church today and will temporarily live here." The priest continued to tell the information about the relationship between Scotland and Scotland one by one.

"The blood bottle I am giving you now uses gecko blood as the main body. It can stimulate your body tissues and accelerate division and healing. After this blood bottle is finished, I will give you a blood bottle with tiger blood as the main body. It can give your body enough nutrients and has the effect of strengthening your body.”

Su Ge's head hadn't fully reacted yet, so he could only nod numbly.

Then, accompanied by a stabbing pain in his head, Su Ge couldn't open his eyelids, slowly closed them and fell asleep again.

The priest sighed when he saw this and did not interrupt. He stood up and said to the nun wearing a white monk's robe: "Take good care of this heroic little priest. This is the joint order of Bishop Ron and Master Jellos."

The nun nodded and said, "Don't worry, Father Hank."

In the lobby of the medical area in the backyard of the Church of the Holy Blood, in a place similar to a church hall, Jaros was sitting on a bench wearing a long demon hunter trench coat, leaning against the two swords behind him, looking at the three men in front of him. The Moon Goddess prayed at the statue, and the old man wearing a white gold-rimmed robe said: "I think it is better to continue investigating this matter. After all, the Twin Alliance is in the highland area, and it is impossible for the tentacles to extend so long."

The old man stood up, with a Chinese character full of uprightness, a strong body and gray hair, like an aging general. Although he looked old, his spirit remained the same.

This person is the highest person in charge of the entire Bain City, the leader of the Holy Blood Cathedral, Bishop Ron Shelley.

Bishop Ron turned around and looked at Jaros and said: "Dear Jaros, although you are a top master demon hunter, you don't understand the habits and tentacles of these cults. I got the news about ten days ago , a group of branches of the Twin Alliance quietly sneaked into the empire, and they seem to be searching for something. We have conducted a detailed investigation, and it is indeed the work of the Twin Alliance."

Jellos frowned slightly and said: "I always feel that there are some weird problems here. What is their purpose of doing this?"

Bishop Ron sat down, patted his old friend on the shoulder and said: "Don't make things so complicated, my friend. You have already handled this matter perfectly, and with the previous matter of the Death Sect, I have already The situation has been reported. According to the Central Council, you can become the archbishop after everything is reviewed.”

Speaking of the Archbishop, Jaros took out his pipe and said, "You should be very clear that becoming the Archbishop is not my real purpose. I just want to restore my feelings now."

Ron fell silent at this.

Losing feelings can certainly make a witcher invincible. But as time goes by, the feeling of emptiness of being unable to touch or express anything can easily drive people crazy.

Under normal circumstances, a demon hunter who has lost fear and other emotions should be the most stable person and the least likely to lose control.

However, according to the church's list of madness in recent years, the probability of madness among demon hunters far exceeds that of the Holy Sword Team, ranking first.

"May the goddess bless you and make your wish come true." Ron prayed in a low voice.

Jaros didn't believe these things, stood up and hung the two swords behind his back to leave.

At this time Father Hank came over and said: "Bishop, Master Jellos."

Jerrys turned around and asked: "How is Sugar's situation, little Hank?"

Father Hank, who is fifty-four years old this year, did not feel dissatisfied with this title at all. He said respectfully: "I have woken up, but the aftereffects of the shark potion still exist. There is a gap in my memory. It is estimated that it will take two days to recover."

Jaros nodded slightly and said, "He is a hero. Use the most effective blood bottle for him without leaving any sequelae."

Ron sighed at this time: "I haven't seen such a passionate and brave young man for a long time. You have found a good idea."

Geros glanced at him and said, "Then bring him into the church as soon as possible and receive systematic training. After the Blue Moon Festival, there will be the Blood Moon Festival. You know what that means. We need powerful priests."

Ron nodded and said: "Don't worry, I know. But the necessary procedures still need to be in place. The time now is still too short. When his internship is over, he will immediately become a clergyman and enter the God's Punisher for related work. training and learning.”

Jeros nodded, and then walked out of the hall.

Here, Bishop Ron said to Father Hank: "Go to the storage room and take out a drop of griffin blood, mix it into a high-level blood bottle and combine it with tiger blood for transfusion."

Father Hank was shocked after hearing this and said: "Bishop! Griffin blood is high-level blood and high-level mysterious material. Isn't it a waste to transfuse it into Suger Sothoth?"

Ron smiled and patted Father Hank on the shoulder and said: "Master Jeros will not make a mistake, and I must fulfill Jeros's promise and not let this little guy have any sequelae."

"Your kindness and generosity make us ashamed." Hank said with a sigh.

At this time, a nun outside came in and said: "Bishop, Mayor Arnold is here. He needs your help to hold a press conference on the Xishan Wharf incident."

Bishop Ron nodded, told Hank and left quickly.

Hank came to a deep and ancient corridor from the side door.

"The goddess is indeed fair. You can get as much as you put in. A drop of griffin blood! The high-level blood bottle prepared from it is the blood that countless people dream of. Suger Sothoth, I hope that your future performance will be worthy of the expectations and efforts that Bishop Ron and Master Jellos have made for you today."