9th Circle Lord

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Stealing or illegally manufacturing identification cards is a common practice.

There is a saying, 'Get your ID card when you arrive at the Empire.' 

It was that easy to make and illegalities were rampant.

But that was an old story.

Barcoz, a merchant, elaborated on the reversed state of the empire.

"The inspection has changed."

"How?"

"The procedure is meticulous, and each inspection area is set up with a communication line to check their identity. It's almost like an interrogation, so you can't avoid the transverse amount on the day you find your fake ID."

"You've become strict."

With a monotonous sentiment, Barcoz looked at it with a strange look.

The reason why the inspection became tricky was because of Luther.

The two Sodmasters were slaughtered near Olsen and Basco.

Since then, the inspection of the Empire has become complicated.

Even those who were identified could not refuse the inspection.

"Not only is it not easy to forge an ID card, but even if you pass a check, you often check your ID card unexpectedly when you encounter a stranger. So you'd better have a proper ID."

"What's your mercenary ID?"

"It's as bad as nothing. The mercenaries are now being sent to the battlefield."

The frowned Luther kicked his tongue.

"Is it still at war?"

"Vasco's got a good horn. We lost two Sodmasters at the border. Revenge is set to flare up and a great war between the Allies and Vasco will take place."

"That's cumbersome. I.D."

Passing through the inspection is a piece of cake with your eyes closed.

The problem is an unexpected check.

If you don't have a proper ID card, you'll get caught at some point or another.

We need to figure out a way.

Luther, who was pondering over it, made a decision.

"I need to save her.”

"What do you need?”

"It's a full white robe that priests would wear."

"Oh! There was a way.”

The exclaimed merchant grinned.

"You must be trying to disguise yourself as a priest."

"Yes, no matter how powerful the empire is, it's not easy to stand up to the church."

No matter how powerful the Basco Empire is, the church cannot do anything about it.

Luther tried to avoid trouble by posing as a priest.

He took off his black robe, which he always wore. Wearing a white robe, there is no particular benevolent priest.

Luther, who turned around, asked the group.

"How is it?"

Dolken, who was watching with his mouth open, nodded.

"You're like a priest."

Kalua smiled broadly.

"Master, you look so different in bright clothes."

The party nodded in unison.

When he was wearing a dark robe, he was overflowing with dignity, but his bright outfit gave him a gentle atmosphere.

Luther, who nodded, turned.

"Okay, let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Arness Church branch. I'll make an ID there."

Luther moved, and the party followed one after another.

Just as famous guilds established guild branches throughout the city, so did the church.

There was a branch of the Annesian Church in Elpis Resistance.

The merchant was not wrong.

When I went to my room, a strict check was waiting.

An expressionless knight interrupted Luther.

"Identification."

"None."

The knight was struck by Luther's boldness.

He is imposing even though he doesn't have an ID card.

While looking through Luther's appearance with his eyes, he soon changed his attitude and asked carefully.

"Are you a priest?"

"I thought you had rotten eyes, but you're still doing your job. Get away if you know."

Luther's arrogant attitude narrowed the gap between the eyes.

But it wasn't surprising.

It is the priest who is as cursed as the aristocracy.

Some of them are criticized overwhelmingly.

Priests extort and tyrannize people under the pretext of divine power.

Most of the subjects of the folk comedy were priests.

The knight is cool and the wizard is rational.

But the priest never had such a thing. It is selfish and full of desire.

The real unfairness of the world was the priest. 

He was Luther who knew the front page of such a priest. 

The degree of the chest is close to perfection.

The article revealed difficulties in Luther's nonchalant behavior.

"I'm sorry, but even if you're a priest, you have to have your ID to pass."

"You're bothering me.”

Luther, who revealed his displeasure, stared at the driver and suddenly embroidered the air.

"This is my ID."

A golden light appeared along his finger and drew a picture.

The painting was a shining touch, a symbol of the Annesian Church.

"Oh!"

The knight, amazed by the colorful light, bowed his head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice you."

"Don't ever stand in my way again."

Luther's warning worked.

"Let me through!"

The whistle of resistance rose at the shout of the article.

Luther entered the inner castle with his party.He headed straight to the temple and faced the sacred knights at the entrance.

Wearing shining armor, holy knights guarding the branch of the church watched the approaching Luther from afar.

Luther, who reached the entrance, said to the knights.

"Good work.”

That great priest can't be reckoned with a saint.

The knight of the castle guards the priest on the battlefield.

Therefore, he had to take a favorable attitude toward nature.

asked the saint.

"Who are you?"

"Punishment priest."

The vocalists were startled.

Punishment priests are kind of inspectors who crack down on the church's abolition.

The fact that the identity was unknown and that a secretly acting punitive priest appeared at the church branch also meant that he was firmly established even if there was an internal death.

Suddenly, a dark cloud came to the faces of the genitals.

Something seems to have happened to the branch.

A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face asked carefully.

"Is there something wrong with this place?”

"It's no big deal, so don't worry too much."

"Are you from the Central Church?"

"As you know, punishment priests should not reveal themselves. Please understand that I can't tell you because my status is status. What I can say for sure is that it's not a big deal." 

Luthor's gentle words made the knight feel somewhat relieved.

"Come on in."

"God bless Anes."

The saint opened the entrance.

Thanks to this, the party went straight inside without any inspection.

The interior of the temple was literally full of gold.

The ceiling is painted on white marble as if it were painted with gold powder.

Iconic paintings in the shape of a Buddhist monk have been erected here and there, and famous paintings are hung on the wall.

Inside was a prayer room with long chairs, and the statue of Annes was located in the direction facing each other from the chair.

Luther was displeased at the sight of the inner temple full of sculptures that idolized Anes.

'Outside is full of death, but this place is glorious.’

Luther was not deceived by appearance.

Everything they created and decorated was made up of the blood and flesh of the poor and hungry.

The splendor of the temple was built through the blood of the world.

It was not a pleasant sight, but it was a different matter from the purpose.

Luther's appearance approached a neat-looking young man inside.

"What business are you here for?"

Luther looked at the young man instead of answering.

He was an apprentice priest.

He gave up his attitude toward s*x knights and spoke in a haughty manner.

"Call the person in charge."

The young man drew an impression.

As soon as he appears, he suddenly tells him not to come to the best of the branch.

Luther said softly to the young man who was trying to ask who you are.

"I'm from the center, so don't tell me the details. Lead me to a quiet room."

The young man was impressed by Luther's expression and attitude.

I saw it in a talking manner, but it seems not to be a light business.

The young man guided carefully.

"Follow me."

Luther said to the party.

"Wait here except for Kiara and Kalua."

The reason why we had to share it was because we wanted to let Kiara and Kalua experience a lot of things.

When he disappeared with the young man, the party murmured.

"That's so sweet.”

"He's good at internal affairs."

"Where on earth do you know what's going on?"

It is so natural that even they are fooled.

"It's always great."

"That's what it is. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Ask me later."

The party smiled bitterly and waited for Luther to return soon.

I was in a quiet drawing room, and the apprentice, who left to bring in the person in charge, brought only a tea set.

Luther asked bluntly.

"Why are you the only one coming?"

"Pastor Riley is busy at the moment, so I think you'll have to wait."

Rayleigh must be in charge of the temple.

He frowned when he was told to wait.

The teacup rattled and shook.

The apprentice priest flinched at Luther's unpleasant expression.

Luther asked.

"What's going on?"

"We're treating the congregation, and it's taking a long time."

"Is it serious?"

"Yes, the details are unusual."

Luther jumped up.

"Let's go."

"What?"

"That means I'll go and see."

The apprentice priest was at his wit's end when he spoke confidently.

The sudden behavior of an unidentified priest who claimed to be from the center could not be erased.

"The treatment room is open only to those involved."

Luther rebuked the apprentice who refused stubbornly.

"As a priest, how can I stand still when the believer is in critical condition? "How can we deal with the repercussions of the death of a believer at a time when there is a saying that the Anhesians lack the divine power of healing?"

The apprentice priest was speechless at Luther's point of penetrating the unspeakable inner circle of the Annesian Church.Luther chinned.

"Guide me before it's too late."

"Yes."

Passing through the hallway to the treatment room, there was a busy voice.

"Pour more divine power!"

"My lord! I don't have any more energy!"

"The patient is not breathing!"

"What? d*mn it!"

I felt the gravity of the matter in an urgent cry.

Luther kicked the door in a purple way.

Bang!

Everyone in the treatment room turned their heads at his appearance.

Rev. Rayleigh, the head of the Elpis temple branch, drew an impression.

"Who are you?"

"A priest."

Luthor, who spoke little, gestured to the apprentices surrounding the patient.

"Get out of my way!"

In a confident manner, they stepped back without realizing it.

Luther looked down at a patient lying on a raised marble floor.

I was a middle-aged man, but I was so fat that I looked like a huge chunk of flesh.

He is blue even when he is unconscious of what he is suffering from.

The exhale stops breathing.

Soon, his life was just around the corner, and Reilly, the priest, shouted at Luther, who suddenly appeared, regardless of the seriousness of the patient.

"Where am I supposed to be?"

Luther kicked his tongue.

"I'm irresponsible. The person in charge of the E.L.P.S. is incompetent, so there's no way anything will work out. Can't you just treat a patient with the title of a priest?"

"What, what?"

Reilly's face heated up like a ripe persimmon when he pointed out the blatant facts.

He pointed to the panting apprentice around him.

"How little is it to use the divine power of an apprentice priest, not to mention the lack of treatment."

"Yes, who the hell is this!"

"It's not time to argue. Get out of the way. I'll take care of this place from now on."

In the meantime, the patient squeaked.

Death will soon bring him.

Luther looked at the details.

Eyes that penetrate the truth pinpointed the patient's condition.

"Heart disease.’

The heart contracted by obesity was not functioning properly and breathing was drying up.

'This doesn't get any better if you put your healing powers into it.’

First, you have to revive the heart.

Luther used the magic of the properties of light, such as divine power. 

The chest was opened to burn fat and remove waste from the blood vessels.

As I helped the blood circulation by squeezing the heart, my steep breathing stabilizes.

"Uh!"

"Oh, my God!"

Everyone opened their eyes to Luther's bold action.

When the breathing was stabilized, the inside was cleaned with purification magic and the open chest was sewn with thread.

Reilly and the apprentices looked blankly at the treated patient.

said Luther, who washed his hands.

"Lily priest. I am a punitive priest. I need to have a meeting with you. Follow me."

It is impossible to tell a false identity.

Luther walked out of the treatment room, leaving Rayleigh, who was blue after the word "punishment priest."

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