Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 360 Spiritual Resonance
"what happened?"

Roy looked at these people. They were the servants in the church, including nuns.

"Just now, she was treating the wounded when a group of people in black uniforms rushed over and said something about rebels...

He was arrested!"

“That’s just nonsense!”

Roy frowned and immediately said to them.

"Take me to see it."

Not long after, several people from the church took Roy to the other side of the block, and sure enough, there was a group of people in black uniforms beating the crowd with short sticks.

Sister Windsorbell was taken aside and put into a wooden cage used to escort prisoners for public display.

She looked flustered, and also full of surprise and grievance.

"Sir, I am a nun in the church..."

“Even if you are a saint, it’s useless!
How dare you treat them without permission...

Do you still dare to say that you are not a traitor?"

Her black uniformed captor sneered.

Windsor Bell pleaded, “But I really am not!

I just feel sorry for them..."

"Shut up, I said you are it!
You're helping the rebels, and you still feel wronged?"

At this time, another man in black uniform walked over from the side.

"Why did you arrest all the nuns, kid?"

"Boss, you don't know, this guy has always been against us, and this time we finally found an opportunity and caught him red-handed!
No matter what, just lock him up for a while and let the church pay the redemption money!
By the way, there is also the issue of practicing medicine illegally. According to the law, how much is the fine?

No matter how much, let's get a few dozen or a hundred gold coins first!"

The men holding whistles made faces, bent their bodies like shrimps, and made gestures as if they were counting money.

"Idiot! Even if you sell this nun, you can't get that much money!
Don’t turn around and cause a public outcry!”

The boss laughed and scolded, but did not object to his subordinates' actions.

In the current situation, making more money is the most important thing.

Whether it is a church or not, whether there are nuns or not, I don’t care so much.

After hearing this, Windsor Belle was shocked and murmured to herself: "I am innocent, I am innocent...

Lord, please show yourself quickly..."

“A vision?
Humph! Even if the Lord of Light comes, he has to pay the fine before leaving! "

The man in black knocked on the wooden fence with his whistle stick to make a statement.

"Sin, sin...

Lord, please save these lost lambs who are obsessed with money!"

As Windsorbell listened to their words, she couldn't help but grab the fence with both hands, her five fingers squeezing so hard that they turned white.

"Sister Xiu..."

The rebels were also caught and put into wooden cages.

He was beaten so badly that his head was bleeding and he was dying.

Squinting one eye, he said breathlessly, "I'm...I'm sorry, I got you into trouble!"

Windsor Belle shook her head repeatedly.

Besides fear, she was more confused and bewildered.

She couldn't understand why this happened.

“Lord, please show yourself…”

She prayed and thought.

But no matter how I think about it, it is difficult to explain why the Lord's spiritual light cannot shine here and cannot drive away the greed and sin in the hearts of these lost lambs.

She looked at the chaotic street with sleepy and confused eyes.

At this moment, a bright and handsome figure, seemingly radiating holy light, came into view. It was Roy.

Behind Roy were Pranjie, who looked like a maid, the original apostle, and other people in the church. They were like a touch of golden light under the gray tones, and the morning light pierced through the clouds, casting a bright beam of light down.

There was a look of disbelief on her face as she stared at the scene in a daze.

Roy walked straight up to him, and the guard standing nearby immediately became alert.

"who are you?"

"I am a friend of the nun, let her go."

The guard looked confused and uncertain.

"Sir, I need to consult my superiors!"

Roy didn't make things difficult for him. He waved his hand and asked the guard to call his superior.

Not long after, a portly superior arrived, slightly panting, "Sir, may I ask your name?"

"You are not yet qualified to know my name, but it is an honor for you to serve me."

Roy looked at him with contempt, revealing the arrogance unique to indigenous nobles.

This attitude not only did not anger the obese superior, but made him even more respectful.

Because that's what they buy into.

"Sir, this is what happened. This nun treated a member of the rebel group. We suspected they were connected, so we arrested her."

"Nonsense! How could a nun be connected to a rebel group? I was clearly just sympathizing with their plight and offering a helping hand.

Okay, I know you're doing this just to make some money, Planjie."

Roy gave an order, and Planjie, who was following behind him, took out a small bag of gold coins from his pocket and threw it to them.

The obese superior opened the bag and took a look. He was immediately attracted by the charming yellow light inside and quickly ordered: "Release him! Release him quickly!"

Sister Windsorbell was released immediately.

She looked a little hesitant, but she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she said to Roy respectfully, "Sir, I have something else to do. Could you please wait for me?"

"Did you leave anything here?" Roy asked.

"No, but these wounded..."

"Hey, you nun, why are you still pushing your luck? I've already let you go..."

The man in black uniform immediately started shouting in dissatisfaction.

"No problem. If your conscience bothers you, take care of their injuries before leaving."

Roy said generously.

After getting Roy's permission, Windsorbell showed a look of relief and gratitude, and quickly called several companions in the church to help deal with it, and left medicine and food.

"so troublesome……"

The dark elf muttered to himself, feeling that this woman was meddling too much.

Roy listened to her complaints but smiled slightly.

Ordinary people need to care about worldly gains and losses, but extraordinary people do not.

It’s like encountering an ant blocking the road, begging you to give it endless wealth.

If you happen to have some sugar in your hand, it would be very rare to see the ants talking, and there is no need to be stingy with this thing that costs only a few dollars per pound.

When you are in a good mood, you may unconditionally satisfy its wishes without worrying about gains and losses.

However, Roy did not look down on Windsorbell like other extraordinary people, admiring her from the perspective of a special ant.

On the contrary, he felt that this kind quality was precious and was a treasure that he had lost and could never find again, so he gave her special treatment.

At this moment, he was suddenly touched.

Others didn't notice that the Holy Rose Emblem behind the Prototype Apostle, who was dressed in a maid's outfit, was glowing slightly.

As if a divine ring emerged, holy milky white light spread out, showing signs of resonance.

Roy felt the spiritual fluctuations coming from the void, looked at her in disbelief, and then looked at the prototype apostle.

(End of this chapter)