Lord of Glory - Chapter 111

In the spacious tent, Paladin and behind him Tony and the other priests, frowned at the wounded who kept being carried in by the soldiers. What does it mean to be in a cocoon, this is called a cocoon. Paladin controlled the doppelganger and led the Aries Knights to rush into the enemy’s line and strangle them. Not only was it enjoyable, but also let the Countess more appreciation of the doppelganger’s talent and courage.

He just lamented that the Grand Duke gave him a chance to do something by letting the Knights attack. But now these men are missing arms and legs, and they’re just prisoners and accidentally wounded soldiers. And some hapless people who were hit by horses and had their chests broken. Paladin was speechless immediately. Not only that, even the priests who didn’t see eye to eye with each other were afraid at the moment. The scale of the wounded and the extent of the injuries. If you don’t want to die of exhaustion, you can’t do it here!

Paladin looked at a soldier with his right arm cut off that was casually thrown on the ground by the soldier. Just now he let out a few faint screams, his eyes were immediately lost, and he bled to death. There were also some soldiers, although they were still shouting vigorously, but looking at the huge wounds and the bones that pierced the flesh, they knew that his time was numbered. Seeing that the wounded were dead, the soldiers who moved in silently lifted them up and moved them out. Those priests and Tony deeply felt the horror and cruelty of war. One by one stood there with pale faces, listening to the continuous wailing echoed in the tent.

Paladin squatted down calmly, picked up the basin and washed his hands, and said to the dozen or so priests behind him, “Treat your palms, the treatment is about to start.” He said he ignored the frothing priests and went straight to the nearest soldier whose stomach had been cut open, with a small section of his intestines showing outside.

Because Archbishop Sarrier reminded that the healing technique should be used on nobles, although Paladin didn’t need to care about his infinite magic power in the morning, he didn’t want to attract too much attention at this time. He simply took out the needle and thread from the box next to him, looked at the painful, deathly white, breathless soldier and asked, “Where are you from?” “I…my home is in Kentland.” Paladin nodded incredulously, and took advantage of the distraction to stab the needle with the thread attached viciously!

“Ahhhhh!” The wounded man let out a scream, but Paladin turned a blind eye to it, and moved his hands and feet very nimbly back and forth, pushing the intestines in and immediately sewing up the wound. Looking at the soldier as if he had almost ascended to heaven, he suddenly laughed and said, “Rest well, at least now you will not die.” After saying that, he suddenly turned around and glared at the priest behind him who was petrified with his mouth open, and immediately scolded with a stern face: “What are you still doing? Go save the people!” These priests snapped back to consciousness, immediately without any resistance to split up each to save people. Even a few priests who had previously looked at Paladin with displeasure were not unusual.

More and more injured people were brought in, and some of them suddenly died after just a short time of treatment. These simple priests who have not experienced the real hell watched a life dissipate in their hands, one has broken down and shed tears. For this kind of performance, Paladin directly ignored it. If he speaks out to stop them, although it can make these wounded feel better and they won’t be infected by grief, they will also be resented by these priests who have just stabilized. Besides, he doesn’t care if the wounded and the priests are dead or alive. Now he is just pretending, and when the real nobleman comes, he can get rid of these idiots.

The priests’ breakdown became more and more intense, and their bodies were all stained red with the blood of the injured. Finally, someone couldn’t bear it and used the healing technique. It must be said that the effect of the healing technique was remarkable, and the wounded who should have died miraculously came back to life. The greatly encouraged priests began to violate Sarrier’s orders one after another and began to use magic to save people. Tony looked at Paladin with bloody hands, meaning to ask why he didn’t stop them. But in exchange, only Paladin shook his head slightly. Without Paladin’s meaning, Tony didn’t dare to use the healing technique on his own.

But when watching the life that should have been alive die because of his selfishness, the still young Tony felt breathless, like a big mountain on his back. What is that? It was guilt. Tony understood very well that Paladin did the right thing. Because the archbishop had explicitly ordered not to use healing on the soldiers. Such a blatantly contrary to the Archbishop’s wishes will make the Archbishop’s heart disgusted.

For the sake of his career, only an idiot would do such a stupid thing. But Tony is not Paladin, Paladin can indifferently watch life die, but he can not. Several times, Tony could hardly bear to use the healing technique when he looked at the wounded man who was so angry, but he stopped thinking about saving people after he found that Paladin didn’t look at him at all.

Because he understood that this was Paladin’s test for him. If even the life and death of a person who has nothing to do with him has to be saved at the expense of his own interests, Paladin naturally doesn’t need such an idiot to help him. Tony understood, and the action of releasing the healing technique in his hand stopped. But for the first time, he had a strong disgust and fear for this Paladin, who was regarded as the future. Such a person, such a guy who doesn’t care about the life and death of his own kind, will really bring him wealth and status. Instead of death and humiliation? Is such a person, or not a person, really trustworthy? Will he one day regard himself as the wounded soldier, abandon him at will and refuse to save him?

And in Tony’s heart of dark thoughts, with the soldiers carrying the wounded in behind, an old man dressed in purple robes, purple scarf holding a scepter, quietly walks in, he is Sarrier. At the moment Archbishop Sarrier stood there, quietly looking at the seven or eight priests who were eager and disregarded their low magical power to use healing techniques. Looking at the other side, Paladin and Tony were still treating the soldiers with manual and crude rescue methods. Suddenly nodded. Coughing lightly, he said, “Paladin and Tony, the two priests, come with me.”

“Ah! Your Excellency the Archbishop!” Until then, these priests did not realize that Archbishop Sarrier was actually present. One by one, they all said as if they were asking for credit: “Master Archbishop, look, I saved many people! We stick to the kindness and justice of Enos! You…” But before these idiots could finish speaking, Sarrier smiled hypocritically and said, “Well, well done. You are servants of God and noble. As the archbishop, I feel extremely gratified.”

Saying this without looking back, he drilled out of the tent. And at this moment, Paladin shrugged off the blood with a hand, not even looking at the dying wounded underneath, and gently patted Tony who stood up and turned his back in shame. He looked at these stupefied priests with a sarcasm on his face. Then he pinched his lips and said a word with his lips. Tony left the tent with his head bowed and condemned in his heart.

At this moment, these priests stood in place with faces full of anger, because they could all see what Paladin had said: “A group of idiots accompanying the dead.”