Throne of the North.

Chapter 249: Holy Water, Divine Art, and Forensic Medicine
Ryan's eyes widened when he realized that this book contained divinity.

But compared to these missionaries, it is still inferior.

Archbishop Adriana said to Ryan sincerely:
"Baron Ryan, you must be someone favored by my Lord. Perhaps you should not be a noble, but a devout believer. I believe that your future will not be inferior to mine, and you may even become a redcoat faster than me."

Ryan's eyes became alert. What the hell? They don't want me to be a noble?

Thinking about himself who had just gotten out of bed, Ryan would definitely not be willing to go to the Vatican.

It is said that devout believers should practice abstinence, but this is not acceptable.

"Archbishop, you are too kind. I am of Clayton's bloodline and a baron of the empire."

Ryan refused righteously, leaving the missionaries helpless.

"I can take this book."

Ryan said reluctantly, then spoke again.

"But this book is not of much value to a noble like me, so you need to compensate me with something else."

After hearing Ryan's Dawn Bible, the archbishop in front of him pretended that he didn't hear what came next and looked at a missionary who took out a crystal ball the size of his head from somewhere.

Inside the crystal ball, there are thirty transparent glass tubes. They should not be glass, Ryan thought, but at least a similar product, storing milky white liquid.

"Here are thirty portions of holy water. It can heal all injuries. Even if the heart is pierced, as long as the person is not completely dead, the glory of our Lord can save him."

They are all missionaries. In theory, every missionary has an obligation, which is to preach as the name suggests.

Why has the Church been able to succeed for so many years? It is because in this world where human life is worthless, the Church's healing skills are the best doctors in the world.

Holy water is the top-notch version of healing magic. These missionaries who come from afar to preach certainly have this stuff on them.

In short, it is precious.

Ryan happily accepted thirty portions of holy water, then called out to someone not far away.

"Beard!"

……

The wind and snow are fierce. In this hot summer, the sky in the north is still windy and the snow is howling.

A group of people walked in the rugged and winding foothills. Beard's face was a little pale, but fortunately, the magic cast by the missionary next to him protected him and he would not be hurt by the cold winter.

Finally, the group came to a depression, where they could vaguely see some ashes under the snow.

This place is not disturbed by wind and snow and is considered a peaceful place. Many wild beasts choose to die here before they die, so there are many wild beast skeletons around.

"This is it."

Beard said, pointing at the ashes.

"In the Frozen Territory, there is nothing that my master doesn't know. So when we found Father Buffett, he arranged for us to bring him here, cremate him and bury him. He said this is a tradition of the Church, and it foreshadows the great gods' determination to resist the cold winter in the North."

"His believers will certainly turn into blazing flames to fight against the icy wind and snow."

There is a tradition of ghosts, and even the Vatican is willing to bury them in peace.

But when they thought about how Baron Ryan understood the meaning of the Bible sentence at a glance, these missionaries, whose favorability had long been increased, had no complaints and were even very relieved.

"My Lord Baron is right. The glory of our Lord will forever fight against the frost of the North. As believers, we will do the same."

"But this is not the tradition of the Church. The Empire is too far away from the Church. The Baron does not understand the greatness of the Church at all."

The missionary was somewhat distressed.

"Even if Father Buffett's body is still there, it cannot be sent back to the Holy Mountain of the Vatican. Perhaps this is the best outcome for him."

The red-haired wavy archbishop looked at the butler Beard.

"Did Baron Ryan really say that?" "Of course."

"Perhaps... this is why he can easily decipher the divine language."

"Perhaps, the reason why my Lord has never been able to wake up is because the Holy See has never done anything to truly help my Lord over the years."

The archbishop said this in his heart, and he began to have a better impression of Ryan.

She looked at the eternal snow in the north, and it seemed that...something had changed in her heart.

"By the way, since the Baron had already discovered Father Buffett, why didn't he tell us before?"

A missionary was a little puzzled. He was the oldest and it was he who had taken out the holy water and given it to Ryan before.

"Hey!"

"What do you know? My master has enemies in the empire. If others knew that we cremated the missionaries' bodies according to the tradition of the Church, wouldn't that give them a handle?"

"My master was very scared the day Count Weiss left."

For a moment, several missionaries felt a little guilty. Indeed, the suppression of the Holy See within the empire was too severe.

They heard that the once-powerful Gargoyle Earl family had not made its voice heard on the continent for many years. They even saw gargoyles serving as the Marquis of the North Wind's guards in his territory.

That was the life that was once the closest to an angel and a friend of the Holy See.

Now he had to curry favor with Marquis Beifeng in order to gain the trust of the empire.

"The glory of my Lord will surely illuminate this dark land."

The missionaries chanted in silence, with pious hearts.

On the other side, the archbishop had released his divine power, and the light that covered hundreds of meters was reduced to less than ten meters, covering the ashes under the snow.

After a long time, the archbishop's eyes were filled with anger.

"Archbishop, how did Father Buffett die?"

Beard also opened his eyes wide. He wanted to see clearly how these clergymen of the Vatican knew the truth about the death of the priest. The master was very interested in this matter.

As a butler, he certainly showed great enthusiasm for this.

But after watching it for a long time, he still didn't understand the meaning of this magic.

"Father Buffett...died of cardiac hemorrhage. Something pierced his heart."

"The time of his death... cannot be discovered."

Divine magic is not omnipotent, and the archbishop can only get this little information.

She looked at the ashes buried in the snow.

Unfortunately, if the body was still there, the exact time of death would be known to within a factor of two hours.

But now she doesn't care so much about it.

"Someone killed Father Buffett."

……

"Is this magic so powerful?"

Ryan was extremely surprised. If most of the missionaries of the Vatican could cast this kind of magic, wouldn't everyone be a forensic doctor?
"But, dying from a puncture in the heart, why does this sound so familiar?"

Ryan looked at his chest. Once upon a time, he had a wound here that pierced his heart.

(End of this chapter)