Seeing the expressions of these two people, Malf had a bad premonition in his heart. He was so anxious that he ignored his sore body and sat up directly, grabbed Pastor Guangming's hand with both hands, and asked anxiously: "Tell me quickly, how are your father and Master Lacra?"

Pastor Guangming struggled gently, and said in a low voice: "Master Lakra forced his magic shield to protect you, but because the attack was too powerful, he was injured himself, suffered a powerful mental backlash and died on the spot. And the city lord..."

Hearing this, Malff almost jumped up from the hospital bed, and he was so scared that he couldn't even speak: "Then father... how is he...?"

Malff was very afraid to hear the word jump out of Pastor Light.

"The Lord of the City is as shocked as you and fainted, but his luck is not as good as yours."

Malff's heart beat very fast, giving him a feeling that he would almost jump out of his heart.

"After the city lord fainted, he was unfortunately hit by a huge rock on the wall. Now his legs have become fleshy mud. Although we rescued him, we are not awake yet."

Malff suddenly breathed a little relieved. The healing magic of the Temple of Light was very powerful. As long as the person was not dead, it was not too difficult to reborn with broken limbs. At most, it would cost a lot.

For ordinary civilians, it is difficult to get the healing fee for the broken limb rebirth, but it is easier for the nobles. They can easily take out dozens of gold coins in their city lord's mansion.

Pastor Guangming still looked solemn: "The city lord is an ordinary person, he is old and his injuries are very serious. We can only save his life first and then rebirth with broken limbs. But this will be a very long process. It may take at least two years for the rebirth of broken limbs to be truly implemented, and we cannot guarantee that his legs can be as flexible as before."

Malff laughed terrified: "That's better than not being able to walk. Where is my father? I want to see him."

"Just beside you." Pastor Guangming finished speaking and left the small room.

The maid next to him immediately stepped forward and helped Malf get out of bed.

When he went out, Malf realized that the place he was just now was a simple tent. He came out of a dark place and his eyes were stimulated by strong light. For a moment, he was white in front of him. When people could see things, he looked at the scene in front of him, first opened his mouth, and then his whole body was trembling.

Shivered because of fear.

On the left side of the upper half of the castle, at least one-third of the buildings were blown away, especially the balcony on the third floor where they had afternoon tea, which had completely disappeared. Until now, faint blue smoke still emerged from the rest of the damaged building.

From this scene, he could see that the terrible attacks he and the other three were subjected to, and it was indeed a kind of luck to survive. And a powerful mage like Lacra, who had a magic shield, died after taking a magic trick.

No wonder the other party was able to become the pope at a young age. Even the pope of a small country sect was still the pope. This strength was not something that their city lord's mansion could provoke.

At this time, a young man in gorgeous clothes appeared in the small room next to him. After seeing Malf, he walked over quickly, grabbed Malf's chest and shouted angrily: "You idiot, who have you provoked? Are you blind? Who can provoke and who can't provoke? I can't even tell me this?"

Malff smiled bitterly... The one who brought this disaster was his father, but as a son, he could not tell his father's mistakes in public, so he could only take the blame.

Malff didn't speak, even lowered his head.

Seeing his fate-receiving appearance, the young man suppressed his anger and let him go, saying, "Come with me... and then you will explain the story completely clearly, and you can't miss a word."

About twenty minutes later, in a simple small room, the young man looked incredible: "You mean, is the other person a pope? Dog shit... Such a person is not a man who travels, but he is so low-key. Is there any reason for him?"

At the end of the day, the young man looked extremely angry and unwilling.

But the bitter fruit of the city lord's mansion must be swallowed. The other party can blow up the strong castle like this with a magic spell. If it is serious, it is very easy for the other party to destroy the city lord's mansion.

Now I can only pray that after the other party has vented his anger, I will forget them like ants.

"Pack up your things and prepare your carriage and money." The young man said to Marff: "You and your father go to grandma's house first to avoid it, and I'll clean up the mess here."

Malff really wants to object, leaving his elder brother here, so he can take the opportunity to win over people's hearts and control power, especially when his father is not around, it is easier to do these two things.

But Malff had no reason to object, and the other party spoke highly. On the contrary, it was for their own good and he could not refuse.

"All right."

Malff nodded in difficulty.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

Beta had already put the matter behind the city lord's mansion, and now he is fifty kilometers away from Hector City. If it were a dynasty on Earth with developed transportation, it would be half an hour's drive, but in this era, if it weren't for the magician who mastered advanced movement methods, such as teleportation and high-speed flight techniques, even if he rode a fast horse, it would take two or three hours.

After killing six heretic arbitrators, Beta had no psychological burden... The Temple of Light is now in trouble with internal and external troubles. Even if he knows that the six heretic arbitrators he killed, he would not be too serious. After all, in the uncertain situation, there is no need to offend other threatening forces. Beta killed these arbitrators and then blow up half of the city lord, which is itself a way to show strength.

Even if the Temple of Light finds out what happened, due to the general trend, it will consider whether it is worth it again and again. Moreover, compared with the heretics, the heresy in this religion deserves to be even more damn.

To put it simply, it is necessary to settle the internal situation before the Pope and the Saint decide the winner, they will not really do their best to the outside world.

Unlike Beta's relaxed freehand painting, Rooney was a little worried. He followed Beta, half a horse behind, and asked, "Master, where are we going now?"

Bei tied Jessica halfway, because there were only three horses, and the two of them rode together.

Kellysa looked at Jessica enviously.

Beta turned his head and said, "I plan to go to the holy realm of the God of Light."
Chapter completed!