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Aunt Susan bowed and left.

After the inspection was completed, Father Aryan took out a white handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his hands before tossing it to the ground. At that moment, a guard of the Church quickly ran over and whispered a few words into Aryan's ear.

Hearing this, Aryan's face sank, and he said lightly, "I know …"

He turned around and stared at the butler, his cold eyes staring back at him. "Is this the Necromancer you spoke of?"

"No, my lord …" This … This is indeed the work of that brat … " The head steward was startled and said with a flushed face.

Aryan snorted, "I don't care who did it, we just need to find the Necromancer. Where is the Necromancer you were talking about? "Where is it?"

"He... "He escaped …" the butler mumbled under the murderous gaze of Father Aryan.

"So you have no evidence?" Father Aryan's face darkened.

"Ugh …" "This..." The head steward was speechless.

Seeing that the atmosphere had become a little tense, Geralt immediately interjected and hurriedly said, "Father Aryan, by the God of Light, I can guarantee that everything my butler said is true. He has been following me for more than ten years, and there is no need for me to deceive you, Father …"

Father Aryan narrowed his eyes and said to Geralt, "Geralt, if I remember correctly, you are the owner of Naca's manor not far from Maple Leaf Town?"

"Yes, sir." Geralt felt a faint killing intent coming from his opponent, and answered with fear.

"I still remember that you had an elder sister who had married into the Salter family."

"Yes, my lord." Geralt did not know why Father Aryan had suddenly mentioned it.

"Humph!" "Geralt, you said there was a Necromancer. I'll come with you right away, and I brought so many people with me, yet you treat me like a monkey? Is it because you hold the name of the Salter family that I don't dare to touch you? "

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" This … "Where did this come from?" Geralt was dumbfounded. He did not expect the situation to take a sudden turn for the worse, so he said anxiously, "Master, this … This is all true. "

"Facts? Where did this fact come from? You saw it with your own eyes? " Father Aryan sneered.

"Ugh …" This … "This..." Geralt was momentarily at a loss for words. He had indeed seen nothing but the words of the head steward. At this moment, he did not trust his own chief steward. Could he have failed the mission and come up with an excuse to deceive him?

Although Father Aryan was not angered, Geralt and the others did not dare to breathe too loudly. The head steward also did not say a word, and even the normally arrogant and arrogant Kitley became obedient.

Seeing the other give in, Aryan's face softened a little. "Oh, Geralt, how can I say it?" "In front of me, everything has to be supported by evidence. If you don't have evidence, don't speak carelessly. Don't accuse someone of heresy. You must know that in the eyes of the Holy Church, this isn't a small matter..."

"Yes, yes!" At this moment, not only Geralt, but even the head steward was sweating cold sweat.

"According to my investigation just now, your son killed someone while he was playing around in Maple Leaf Town. In other words, this matter was originally your fault, and it had nothing to do with some necromancer."

"If someone has a grudge with another then they will frame him as a heretic. Doesn't that mean that the Holy Church is a tool for revenge?"

"We, the Holy Church, are willing to spread the glory of the God of Light and eliminate the heretical forces of darkness. However, that does not mean that we, the Holy Church, are willing to be used by others …"

Geralt broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yes …" Yes, Lord Priest, I'm sorry, I was wrong … " The head steward knew that the situation wasn't looking good and immediately apologized. By now, he no longer cared whether the matter was true or false. He even suspected that what he saw last night was real or just a dream.

"Humph!"

Father Aryan snorted, "On the account of the Salter family, we can forget about this matter. However, I do not wish for another chance!"

"Yes!" "My lord, I am very sorry about this matter …" Geralt wiped his cold sweat.

He took a deep breath and tightened his black clergyman's robe.

As he spoke, he ignored Geralt and left, followed by the red robed Radiant Church's soldiers.

"Fuck you!" After Father Aryan left, Geralt's face turned completely dark, and he cursed out loud.

He denounced Ron, first because he wanted to avenge the murder of his servant, and secondly because he wanted to make a small fortune, but the money had not arrived, and he had paid twenty-two gold coins to see Father Aryan, which made him feel as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

"Father, let's go back!" He was so frightened that Father Aryan realized how powerful the Holy See was. It was as easy as crushing an ant to kill him.

At this moment, Geralt had calmed down and felt a tinge of regret for his rude speech. If it had fallen into the ears of Father Aryan, even though he had the protection of the Salter family, he would have suffered a little.

"If I find that brat, I will tear him into a thousand pieces …" Geralt remembered that the trouble had been caused by the boy named Ron, and for a moment he hated him, too, cursing inwardly.

At this moment, the townspeople saw that there was nothing left to watch, so they all left. After all, they still had to live, and the only ones left at the scene were the three of them who stood there like idiots.

"No, we can't just let it go like this..." Suddenly, Geralt blurted out.

"Father... Father... What do you want? " Kitley, who had never seen his father so angry, was also frightened by his father's rage.

Jelat's current appearance was extremely terrifying. The muscles on her face twitched violently, and veins popped out one after another. Her eyes were bloodshot, enough to kill someone.

"I'm going to kill this kid!" Geralt forced a sentence through his teeth.

"Since the Holy Church is unwilling to interfere, then let me handle this matter. I don't believe that a little kid who hasn't grown any hair won't be able to do it."

"I... I think... Forget it! " He was afraid his father would lose his mind from anger.

"No!" Geralt roared, he pointed at the head steward, "Go, check on him, activate the Naca Manor! Use all your strength to check on him, yes, send out the Nacal Guards, we must find out where he is, I want to do it personally …" Tear him to pieces. "

"Yes!" "Master." The head steward lowered his head, his eyes shining with excitement. He already hated the child who had killed his brother.

In the area of Gold Flash Town and Maple Leaf Town, there were still many powers. There were quite a few guards in the manor, and these guards had a certain amount of strength, so everyone knew that the Nacal manor was extremely rich. However, the bandits in a 100 mile radius did not dare to have any ideas about the Nacal manor.

Geralt was truly furious. His anger came from a small beggar who had challenged his dignity and disgraced him in front of the Aryan priest. Of course, he never thought about how things had happened.

… ….

In the abandoned mine, Ron was sitting on the ground covered in black plaster. His clothes were not very clean, which made them look even dirtier.

"Yes!" Yes, just like that, I will continue to release my soul force until I completely use up my soul force. "

Hou Meilin patiently guided Ron in the cultivation of his necromancy, and Ron did not disappoint his expectations. In just a few hours, he had mastered the cultivation method of his necromancy.

At this moment, Ron was sitting upright on the ground, both his hands stretched out horizontally, his five fingers curled into claws. In his hands, a black ball was constantly rotating, releasing his soul force.

It could be seen that Ron's soul force was extremely weak.

The strength of magic lay in the spiritual force, while the strength of dou qi lay in the physique. The strength of necromancy lay in the soul. As long as one had enough spiritual energy, they could use powerful necromancy magic.

As for the cultivation of Necromancy, it is a process of continuous training of soul force. Using a special method, one's soul force will be depleted and then replenished rapidly.

Exhaustion – replenishment – further consumption – replenishment. In this continuous cycle, the soul force was fully trained and continued to grow.

This principle was the same as a warrior's body training and a mage's spiritual force cultivation. It was just that the training direction was different.

In just half a day, he had already touched upon the soul, and furthermore, he had even started training in Necromancy. This kind of speed was beyond his expectations.

The black sphere in Ron's hand moved, splitting open, and bits of mist drifted away. He opened his eyes.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, how many cycles have I gone through?"

"If I'm not wrong, you should be in the sixteenth cycle, Ron. Well done." Hou Meilin said with a smile.

Ron, too, felt that he was different.

His eyes were brimming with vigor, his ears were glowing, and his surroundings seemed to have become extremely sensitive. Even the entire world seemed to be brimming with color.

With his soul sensing, Ron's soul had become much stronger, and even his senses had become sharper.

Ron also felt as if something had been added to his mind, something that had long since melted into his bones, and although Ron still looked weak, he had a subtle feeling that he had become stronger, an insight into his own power.

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