"Sir, you can be discharged from the hospital."
A female nurse holding a book pushed the door open with several knocks on the door.
It's the one who delivered the things just now.
Zhao Qian still remembered her face.
"Why is it you again?"
He blurted out subconsciously, but he quickly discovered that something was wrong.
Because the female nurse in front of him looked at him a little strangely, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
"It's not a gentleman to joke around, sir."
The nurse said with a frown, and the freckles on her cheeks became more obvious as she frowned.
"Well, sir, leave the ward to those who need it."
Zhao Qian stood there, he seemed to understand.
He opened his mouth that was hesitant to speak and then asked.
"What about my other three companions?"
"Yes sir."
She flipped through the book in her hand and looked at him with an increasingly strange look.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the church sent you alone."
Without answering the nurse, Zhao Qian walked out of the ward.
A stench that had not been systematically sanitation mixed with the pungent smell of some kind of chemical solution in the air hit my face.
He slowly walked down the wooden stairs bit by bit.
Going down, a large glass mirror with mercury baked on the back stood in the stairwell.
Zhao Qian looked at himself in the mirror and saw that the scars from the wolf's claws that night were almost completely gone, leaving only some red marks.
After leaving the hospital gate, he suddenly felt as if his body was swept by an inexplicable electric current.
"Personal additional enhancement: 50" suddenly flashed in his mind.
In other words, his own attribute points have doubled now.
He clenched his fist with his right hand and unclenched it.
He could clearly feel that his strength was much stronger, and he had the illusion and desire that one punch could destroy everything.
"Okay, yellow-skinned young man, get in the car."
A voice rang in Zhao Qian's ears.
He raised his head and looked at the guy in front of him who he didn't recognize at all.
A coachman sitting in front of a black carriage.
The voice was very old, reflecting the black clothes of the coachman and the white horse in front of the coach.
No sense of inconsistency.
"You..."
He opened his mouth in surprise.
"Besides the church, who else can rescue a demon hunter who was attacked by a pack of wolf herders in the suburbs and send him to this place?"
The old coachman said, waving his top hat.
He kept saying witty words.
It makes people feel that he must have been a dashing playboy when he was young.
Zhao Qian jumped into the car and bent down to sit in the compartment.
There is no reason to refuse.
After all, it seemed that he was rescued by the other party, who seemed to be one of the three major local forces.
The most important thing is that there is a voice in his heart that seems to be telling him that he cannot beat him, even with his current double attributes.
"Okay, sit tight, let's go back to Paris."
The old coachman said while driving the carriage.
He actually didn't control the white horses with his hands, the horses were running in front.
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They work together, go hand in hand, and are coordinated.
It's obviously been trained, and horses are considered to be one of the most spiritual animals.
The coachman took out a hip flask from his pocket and poured a mouthful of fine ale into his mouth.
The cold wind blowing in his face turned the carbon dioxide exhaled from his mouth into white smoke.
As for what he said about "returning to Paris", of course he is right.
Return to Paris.
The wealthy people of the 19th century rebuilt their mansions and courtyards on the other side of the Rhine River, on the ruins that had been destroyed by the Great Revolution.
On the other side of the river is Paris, the fashionable and charming capital of Europe and the capital of France.
Driving slowly into the city, Zhao Qian watched the whole journey, as if he had the illusion of going back in time and changing history.
The carriages coming and going, the fruit stalls on the streets, the poets who were deeply influenced by the Enlightenment ideas and chanting in the taverns, and the artists who painted portraits of passers-by on the roadside to earn food and clothing.
Newsboys carrying newspapers on their shoulders and hawking them everywhere.
There are also exotic shops with period patterns.
He just looked and didn't speak.
He didn't even hear the coachman's shouts.
The carriage made a rattling sound and was a little bumpy.
After walking all the way through the long streets of the city, we stopped in front of a magnificent cathedral.
"Get out of the car."
The old coachman knocked on the door and said.
There was still a lot of residual alcohol smell in his mouth from drinking just now.
Zhao Qian stood in front of the black carriage and glanced at the building, which looked full of Gothic flavor.
He followed the coachman in front.
There were guards outside the church, and the two knights on duty, armed in medieval style, were a bit intimidating.
But for this era where firearms have long been the main weapon, this is even more ironic.
The Knight of Two Lives bowed to the two men.
"Come on, the Archbishop wants to see you."
The old man in black with some gray hair said, he had no intention of returning the gift.
After entering the church, he took Zhao Qian into a small room behind the courtyard.
This was once a confessional.
"Hello, kid from a foreign country."
In the small room, a fat old man wearing a simple dress and wearing a cross came forward and hugged him and greeted him.
The coachman stood outside and closed the door.
"Tell me about your experience that night."
The wrinkled old man pointed to the chair behind him and motioned for him to sit down and chat slowly.
Zhao Qian sat on a chair and patiently told a short story about his experience that night.
He doesn't have much time, he only has 48 hours to complete the main mission.
The old man sat there and listened, asking questions from time to time.
"Okay, we should thank our foreign child.
May the Lord's holy light illuminate your way forward."
After everything was said, Zhao Qian was also taken away from here by a knight.
Before leaving, the old bishop did not forget to fulfill a small request that Zhao Qian made to him during the conversation and give him a new weapon.
According to what he said, that's it.
"The enemies of the witcher are always as many as the stars in the sky, but our friends are fewer than the good people in the world.
Without weapons, I will not sleep well, my dear sir."
"What do you think of Angers?"
the old man said while sitting in his own chair, but it was more like an old man talking to himself nervously.
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The whole small room became quiet because of Zhao Qian's departure.
"That's unreasonable, Your Excellency."
From the shadow of the small room, a person slowly walked out of it.
If Zhao Qian was still here, he would definitely recognize him as the old coachman just now.
He has always been here, but Zhao Qian didn't notice him.
"Where are the three companions in this child's mouth?"
"No, Your Excellency.
It's the intact corpse."
The old man said, his face was serious, and his previous careless look was completely gone.
"It's rare to see well-preserved corpses in the countryside where there are so many wild animals.
What's more, according to our data, this wolf herder's wolves will eat everything."
"Then go and deal with that guy who has crossed the line and is ignorant.
Our Onion Anger is translated as Mr.
Onion Arbitrator."
The old man touched the silver cross on his chest, with an indescribable calmness in his eyes. .
"May the Lord bless you and bring you glorious victory."
"No, it's to bless them, Your Excellency."
The coachman flicked the top hat on his head, still wearing the same black clothes.
Black represents ominousness and death in the West.
He went out and gently closed the door behind him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- "Father, I am guilty."
In a small church with various colored glass blocks, a middle-aged man in formal attire was standing in front of a priest in white.
He was repenting of his sins which tortured his conscience.
"Sir, everyone is born guilty.
There is no need to blame yourself again and again for the little things in your life."
"No, Father, I have committed the grave sin of blaspheming the dead.
I think even if God knew my sin, he would not forgive me for the mistake I have committed."
"Sir, God knows everything."
The priest said patiently, and there was a pause in his words.
Various colors of light shine through the various colors of glass.
The atmosphere in the chapel became even more sacred.
“Besides, isn’t everyone a Lamb of the Lord?”
The white-robed priest stood there, his words were neither hasty nor slow, and a cunning light flashed deep in his eyes.
Confession, spent between these two people's words.
After a while, the middle-aged man came out of the chapel.
He believed that his actions were forgiven by God.
"Come on, Frankstein, we have an experiment to do tonight."
He said to the boy driving the carriage, with relief in his tone.
This is the only student who recognizes and accepts his achievements.
He believes there will be more soon
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