"Ellid Priest."
Mia's beautiful eyes are filled with joy.
Arwen looked up and recognized the woman in front of him.
Ellid priest, once taught the ancient language in Kyle Mohan.
After Ellid priest saw that Mia was fine, he was also surprised and said, "Mia! You are back!"
Mia trotted up the steps and gave Ellid a hug.
Brother hunter Zachary was very sensible when he saw this. He bowed to Arwen, saluted, and left with his reward.
Mia told the priest Ellid what had happened, and he spoke eloquently. After hearing this, the priest looked at Arwen with eyes filled with astonishment.
Arwen nodded, turned to clean the battlefield, and put away the bloody fifty-seven crowns.
Raven took a piece of meat and flew to the weeping willow not far away, enjoying the food silently.
Several more nuns walked out of the temple. After getting Arwen's consent, priest Ellid directed the nuns to pull the carriage to the alchemy workshop behind the temple.
When the nuns saw Royal Wyvern's body again, their eyes were full of shock, and they all looked at Arwen's tall and upright body.
Especially the young nun's eyes are full of curiosity and inquiry.
Arwen dragged the priest in red with one hand and the fainted "sharecropper" with the other. Under the leadership of Mia, he walked into the temple and threw the two of them in the corner behind the temple door.
His eyes looked deep.
The top of the temple is round and surrounded by eight pieces of stained glass. Sunlight shines through, illuminating rainbow-like spots, which looks like a huge expense.
The surrounding hall walls are carved with floral jungle patterns and decorated with clean tapestries.
The elves spent a lot of effort building this place back then.
A statue about three meters high, carved from marble, stands under the dome.
To be precise, not one person, but three people.
Three female statues stand on the raised stone pillars, namely a girl, a pregnant woman, and a hunched old woman.
They were back to back, holding each other's hands.
The girl was completely naked, carefree and shy.
The pregnant woman lowered her head slightly, her eyes full of joy at giving birth.
The old woman's eyes were kind, tolerant and kind.
Trinity, Melitele goddess.
Arwen followed Mia as he walked by. On both sides were red chairs for listening to divine sounds and praying.
Several nuns were concentrating on wiping it with linen cloth.
My nose twitched, and the air was filled with the scent of chamomile and lily of the valley.
Coming to the statue of the goddess Melitele, Arwen stopped and made a prayer gesture with Mia.
"Da da da..."
Slight footsteps came from the side and behind.
Arwen turned around and looked at the nun walking towards her.
The nun looks to be about thirty years old, with good features, broad shoulders, and a windy walk.
Mia took a step forward and said happily, "Nenneke, guess who I brought back?"
Arwen took off his hood to reveal his face.
Nenneke's pupils shrank, and his tone was filled with surprise.
"Is it you, Arwen?"
Arwen saluted, "Nenneke, long time no see."
"Is it really you? Have you grown up so much?"
"I didn't expect you to still remember me."
"Oh, Kyle Mohan's batch of apprentices, you are the only child with black hair."
Nenneke gestured to his waist with his hand, "Nine years have passed. When I taught you, you were not as tall as my waist, but now you are so tall."
"Your eyes, your skin, it seems that you have successfully mutated and become an official demon hunter, but I don't see your badge."
Arwen took out the badge hidden in the collar of the leather jacket.
Nenneke smiled and said, "You are different from other demon hunters. You don't have that flamboyant temper. This is good for your profession."
She suddenly sniffed, smelling the thick smell of blood, and looked at Arwen from top to bottom.
"Are you hurt?"
Arwen replied, "I accepted the commission from Town of Frankenthal to hunt Wyvern, but something went wrong during the process."
Nenneke squinted and looked at Mia.
Mia said truthfully, "It's Glenn, the dwarf of the Mercenaries' Guild. After hunting Wyvern, he called the dwarves and elves to attack us."
"Arwen was injured because he was trying to save me."
Speaking later, Mia's voice gradually became lower.
Arwen said, "The situation was critical at that time. If Mia hadn't used the transformation potion to control the two elf archers, the outcome would have been hard to say."
Mia's beautiful eyes lit up, and she raised her chin slightly, showing a hint of pride.
Nenneke still looked serious, "That's good."
"But don't be careless about the wound on your thigh. Just rest in the temple for the next few days."
"Mia, go to the alchemy workshop to get some medicine. Oh, and there are bandages. I need to change them later. They are already dirty."
"Let me speak to the witcher."
Mia nodded and said, "Yes."
Seeing Mia leaving quickly, Nenneke took Arwen towards the arcade on the right.
"I heard from the nun that you drove away the protesters who gathered outside the door? Did you make a big noise?"
"Yes, Nenneke."
Nenneke said, "I remember, when I took the humanities course with you, I once said, don't quarrel with the farmers."
"They are ignorant and can make them do things that go against common sense. It is often someone behind the scenes who is instigating them."
"I know that the red priest and the guy pretending to be a sharecropper are at the door now."
"Hey... they are just beets in the banquet. Appetizer pioneers. One or two are missing. They will still come back in a few days."
"But at least it can be quiet for a few days," Arwen asked, "What exactly happened here?"
Nenneke paused, and the two came to a relief wooden door.
She straightened her collar, stretched out her hand to straighten Arwen's clothes, and dusted the latter's shoulders.
"Your cloak is too dirty and stained with blood. Take it off. I'll help you wash it later. Then we have to meet the high priest."
Arwen unbuttoned his cloak and hung it on a shelf nearby. He still looked at Nenneke's face, waiting for the other party's answer.
Nenneke knows the demon hunters very well, and they all have stubborn tempers, he said helplessly.
"Abortion, we gave a widow an abortion pill."
Arwen The tip of his eyebrows frowned slightly.
In his memory, the goddess Melitele represents life.
This can be seen from the image of a pregnant woman.
Therefore, Arwen always feels that the word abortion and Melitele have nothing to do with each other.
Nenneke explained, "Her name is Shana, she is twenty-five years old, she has freckles next to her nose, and she is pretty."
"She was once an orphan adopted by Temple of Melitele. She married Oliver, the town's guard, six years ago."
"Oliver is an upright person. They have been married for many years. Although they have no children, they are very loving."
"But just a few months ago, Wyvern came to Town of Frankenthal and invaded the lord's land. Oliver was very unfortunate and died at the mouth of Wyvern. Since then, Shana has become a widow."
Speaking of this, Nenneke's eyes became gloomy and his voice gradually became colder.
"An orphan, a widow, and no background, he was quickly targeted by those bastards."
"Hey, if an ordinary woman in the field just loses something, it will be over."
"But Shana has been deeply taught by Melitele since she was a child. She understands the weight of the word chastity."