Chapter 229: Compensation for mental damages
The majestic Holy Wind Church, even in the dark night, can make people feel a fierce breath of the storm.
Panatia felt her scalp tingling and her face slightly pale, especially when she saw the archbishop looking at her with doubtful eyes inside the gate of the Holy Wind Church.
She felt her heart skip a beat, and quickly put down the curtain of the carriage, returned to the carriage and sat down, trying to use a calm tone to ask the coachman to turn around and return.
Not to mention the gate of the Holy Wind Church, even within a few hundred meters nearby, it is a restricted area for those who are called pagans.
If there is no reasonable and worthy superficial identity, she dare not approach here.
The only thing Panatia is thankful for now is that the carriage did not rush directly into the Holy Wind Church just now, otherwise she would never be able to escape!
At this time, she no longer cared about why she came to the Holy Wind Church. Leave, leave here quickly, and don't be discovered by the archbishop of the Holy Wind Church!
Just when the carriage was about to start again, a young clergyman came here and stopped the carriage.
"Dear lady, is there anything difficult that you need help with when you visit me late at night?"
"Nothing, I just happened to pass by." Panatia pretended to be calm and answered perfunctorily.
"Madam, you don't need to be ashamed to speak up. It is normal to seek the protection of the gods. God is willing to accept all devout believers."
"I have never believed in the storm."
"God welcomes any lost lamb. Do you mind coming down to chat for a few minutes?"
Pannatia was annoyed by the difficulty of this young clergyman, but soon realized that something was wrong.
People in the Storm Church often act simply and roughly. How could they have such patience?
Not good!
Damn it!
He is stalling for time!
Pannatia didn't care about exposing her identity, and directly tore open a spiritual world channel, trying to leave here by shuttling through the spiritual world.
Boom!
The moment she entered the spiritual world, she was blasted out by the thunder that had been waiting for a long time!
The extraordinary people of the Storm Church had long expected that she would leave here in this way, so they ambushed her in the spiritual world in advance!
Damn, when did these believers of the storm become so cunning!
Panatia was terrified and angry, and hurriedly smashed the carriage and fled to a densely populated area in the distance.
Suddenly, circles of thunder halos shrouded her surroundings, like a thunder prison, isolating her from the real world!
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and even more terrible thunder was about to fall!
Panatia wanted to break through the blockade, but the raging storm blocked all her retreat routes. She had no other way to leave except to tear open this thunder prison by force.
And brute force has never been the witch's way.
She could only gather layer after layer of ice to protect her body and block the surging thunder.
Just when she couldn't bear it and was about to kneel down under the thunder, someone tore open the spirit world, grabbed her shoulders, and took her away from here at a very fast speed.
"It's a pity that we couldn't catch her."
"The one who rescued her was very strong, not just Sequence 4."
"The Witch Cult suddenly sent so many strong people to Backlund. What are they trying to plot?"
"Strange, why did this Desperate Witch suddenly come to the gate of the church tonight? She shouldn't be that stupid, right?"
"Maybe she doesn't know why she is here."
"What kind of existence can completely deceive the perception of a Desperate Witch?"
"Not sure, there are too many terrifying existences hidden in Backlund."
"Are you still chasing?"
"Forget it, the current situation in Backlund is too complicated. We should be careful not to be used as a gun by those with ulterior motives."
"The eyes of God are watching the southern continent. We should not make trouble at this time."
The thunder around dissipated, and the Holy Wind Church quickly returned to its previous tranquility.
...
Pah!
"Stupid!"
In a forest near a manor, Panatia was slapped to the ground.
But she didn't dare to complain at all. On the contrary, she had to thank the other party for saving her at the risk of God's descent.
That was the gate of the Holy Wind Church. Any unexpected situation would attract the attention of the Lord of Storms.
"You actually ran to the gate of the Holy Wind Church alone! Do you really want to give some merit to the archbishop guarding there?"
"If I wasn't in that area, you would be blown to pieces by thunder!"
Panatia lowered her head and dared not speak timidly. She was really scared.
Her original intention was to see what kind of person Baron Hasta Campbell was. For safety reasons, she chose to take a time-consuming carriage, but who knew that the coachman actually drove the carriage to the gate of the Holy Wind Church, and she didn't notice it at all.
What's more terrifying is that when she opened the curtain of the carriage, she just met the eyes of the archbishop.
All this is just right.
If it weren't for the help of the Black Saint in front of her, she would have been arranged properly tonight and died in a confused state.
When the Black Saint's anger was almost gone, Panatia stood up from the ground, her cheeks were already red and swollen.
I've heard that this Black Saint likes to slap people, and it really hurts.
"Tell me about it."
"I originally wanted to take a look at Baron Hastur Campbell tonight, but I didn't expect that he would appear at the gate of Holy Wind Church out of nowhere. I..."
"Needless to say, stay away from that Baron Hastur Campbell in the future, and don't try to commit suicide again."
Before Panatia could ask why, the Black Saint had disappeared.
Just like her title, she likes darkness, blends into darkness, and disappears into darkness.
Who is Baron Hastur Campbell?
Who is secretly arranging her whereabouts tonight?
Is that someone even the Black Saint is afraid of?
After standing there for a while, Panatia realized that she was seriously injured and needed treatment.
When she thought that there were still more than ten days left, the plan was about to come to an end, and her injuries would not have time to recover.
…
Hastur slept soundly tonight, and he didn't wake up from his sleep until spirituality reminded him that something had happened.
Something was wrong with Will's folded paper crane. It should be that Will had sent some important news.
Lift the quilt and get out of bed, turn on the light, go to the window, and find the paper crane responsible for delivering the message.
It says: Don't sleep! Remember to deliver the latest ice cream tomorrow!
Tsk, with a tone of asking for credit, did Will do anything important tonight?
Hastur thought for a moment, then untied a paper crane and placed it in the palm of his hand, then went to bed.
In the dream, Will did not appear, but just played a short video to Hastur.
The Witch of Despair started to pay attention to herself, then took a carriage to find herself, and finally came to the gate of the Holy Wind Church.
With a stunned look on her face, she received a violent beating from the Extraordinaries of the Church of Storms. If the Black Witch hadn't taken action, she would have died in a daze.
"Well done Will."
Hastur was very satisfied with Will's handling of the matter. In the future, if the Witch Cult people came to disturb him again, he would ask Will to send them all to the gate of the church one by one.
Today is the Holy Wind Church, but tomorrow it can be changed to St. Samuel's Church. I believe they are happy to welcome guests from afar. After all, this is a lot of credit for bringing it to their door.
It's just a pity that the Witch of Despair wasn't beaten to death by Brother Storm.
Hastur thought for a while and was prepared to pretend that nothing happened, but then he thought about it, this was wrong.
This time the Witch Cult disturbed his sleep, shouldn't he pay some price for it?
After all, even Will, the mercury snake, has taken action, so he still needs to recover some of the ice cream cost, right?
We can't let Will's attack go in vain.
It just so happened that Azshara's assassin potion was almost completely digested, and she was worried about the next potion formula.
"Oh, it's okay if you're not dead, but if you're dead, it won't be easy to collect mental damage fees."
Hastur thought about it in his mind, and then went to the Hall of Stars.
By peering into the related fates, it is easy to find the residence of the unlucky witch.
Early the next morning, a letter was delivered to Panadia.
After she read the contents of the letter with a confused look on her face, her anger surged up and went straight to her forehead, and the finger bones that clenched the letter turned white.
It was obvious that he was the victim last night, but the other party still had the nerve to demand compensation for his mental damages!
Moreover, the lion opened his mouth and wanted to pay for the witch path potion formula from Sequence 8 to Sequence 5!
The total value of this is close to ten thousand gold pounds!
What's even more annoying is that she doesn't dare to refuse this request.
She didn't want to walk on the street in the future, and then suddenly walk to St. Samuel's Church, and be surrounded and beaten by the extraordinary people from the Church of the Night.
The experience last night was so horrific that she didn't notice anything unusual from beginning to end.
This is enough to show that the strength of the person secretly far exceeds his own, and may be more than just Sequence 3.
Such people, no, they are angels on earth!
Panadia's heart was trembling, and when she thought that she was under the gaze of an angel last night, she felt a deep chill covering her whole body.
At this moment, she felt that her injuries were aggravated.
Through this incident, she deeply understood the truth that in Backlund, one should keep a low profile and it is best to keep one's tail between one's legs.