I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Argon had a unique idea back then. He used the spirit of light to nourish his body, and then he referred to the ancient ways of practicing fighting spirit, and thus came up with the secret art of holy light.

The castrated version currently practiced by the Holy Church is called a castrated version because the "nourishing the spirit" chapter has been lost. The practitioners of the Holy Church only use light magic to madly strengthen their bodies, and then recite a few words of doctrine, and they can be considered paladins.

In fact, the understanding of holy light is still at the religious stage, without a higher understanding.

"The way to holy light lies in the heart of light."

What is light? Light illuminates the world and is nothing more than the spirit of fairness, mercy, and compassion.

Therefore, the Secret Art of Holy Light does not explain any special techniques, but the most fundamental path to light.

Miss Arya, who has practiced the secret arts, has become even more sacred now, and is worthy of being the second generation of the Holy King chosen by Argon.

Raziel sat quietly in the carriage, holding the heavy Book of Night Sky in her hands. Her long hair, as white as snow, fell quietly by her ears, and her face, as always, was expressionless, like a delicate porcelain doll.

"You also read the secret technique, why is there no change?"

Claire asked the knights suspiciously.

Bruce smiled bitterly, "Sir. Our spirits have long been fixed, and it takes great perseverance to change. Miss Arya is different."

Uh, does this mean that this child is stupid?

"Okay. Anyway, my Arya is pretty awesome."

When Alya heard this, a faint blush unconsciously appeared on her cheeks.

"Arya, why is your face red?" Sheila asked curiously.

Arya's eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her head, her gaze meeting Sheila's. The corners of her mouth seemed to be trying to keep calm, but the blush on her face became more and more obvious.

"No, no..."

After a long journey, the group arrived at a village.

The village is not big, but it looks like a paradise.

Outside, the villagers were busy working in the fields, and the children were playing and fighting at the village entrance.

When I walked in, I found that there were shops selling potions and alchemy tools in the small village.

The owner of the alchemy shop is a girl named Shanlesa.

After asking the villagers, we learned that the girl grew up in an orphanage and her dream was to open a shop of her own like her deceased parents. After graduating from the training school, the gift her master gave her to congratulate her on her graduation was this unused shop in the border village.

"Uh, everyone...Mr. Mercenary? What would you like to order?"

Shanlesa, the energetic girl with short hair, said to Claire and the others with a smile on her face.

"Your shop is a bit shabby," Xila said mercilessly, pointing at the rotten wooden fence.

A yard overgrown with weeds.

There are also walls that feel like they will collapse at any time and hazy windows.

This doesn't look like a shop at all, it's clearly a cowshed.

A word appeared on Shanlesha's forehead, and she smiled and said, "Really? There's nothing we can do about it. After all, this shop only costs a mere ten thousand Rea..."

Renting a small apartment in the capital of Harun for two months may not be cheaper than this price.

It’s about that cheap.

Well, Claire didn't know the prices, but she knew the girl probably wasn't very wealthy.

There are actually only two magicians in the team. Claire is a reckless man, and Raziel is indifferent to things outside. Sheila and the knights are even less interested in alchemical products.

Claire got straight to the point, "We're not here to buy props... I don't think your village even has a tavern."

"So could you help us find something to eat?"

Well, the girl was a little confused, but looking at the dozens of dusty "mercenaries", she showed an understanding expression, "I understand."

Shanlesa's dishes were served very quickly, probably due to some alchemical method.

On the table were several plates of beans and minced meat, some bread, and a soup rich in vegetables.

"Ah, very good."

During the journey, they only ate very salty dried meat, very hard bread, and water. The fact that the food was still hot was enough to make everyone happy.

Of course, practitioners can go on a fast, but they will still have appetites, otherwise it will be detrimental to their practice.

"What mission did you complete to come to the Great Forest?" Shanlesha asked.

"We are magicians who came here to escape from Carlisle. They are the mercenaries I hired to protect us!" Claire said without hesitation.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t know the other news and would be completely in the dark.

"Oh... I often stay in the village and rarely go out, so I don't know what's going on outside." Shanlesha smiled.

"But I haven't met a magician in a long time. How about taking a look at my products?"

Then she walked briskly around the workshop, holding the props one by one in her hands and showing them to everyone.

Because this is a village, the things the girl sells are also adapted to local conditions. The goods she sells are all refining tools suitable for agricultural gathering and household use.

Among them, the most popular ones are the insect repellent refining tools.

Otherwise there are hemostatic agents, healing potions, etc.

Except for Raziel who was somewhat interested in this, everyone else was completely in the dark and couldn't understand it.

"Uh, are you really a magician?" Shanlesa asked suspiciously.

"I'm a melee magician. I never use weapons, let alone external props."

Claire boasted so arrogantly that she completely forgot that she had previously used the Death Slaves to trap and kill Harlan's army.

Once this matter gets out and the identities of Claire and others are exposed, she will become a traitor who can be killed by everyone.

That's an army of over 100,000...

Well, even Miss Claire felt a little sorry, even though she was the one who started it...

"Hey~ Shanlesa, are you free now?"

At this time, a rough voice came from outside the door.

"Well, what's the matter?"

I saw a farmer standing at the door of the store, carrying a huge bear, with a proud look on his face.

This is Mr. Andre, a veteran collector.

"Mr. Andre, you're back. This angry bear is so big."

"Right? I killed it near the village and dragged it here directly. Would you like to buy it?"

There were two other people nearby, exhausted and out of breath. They dropped the ropes that tied the bear and collapsed to the side.

"Okay, no problem. The main wound is on the head, and one eyeball is smashed. Freshness... seems fine. The fur is a little damaged. Can I give you 43,000 reas?"

"Is this true? Can it be sold for so much money?"

Andre shouted loudly after hearing the price, and the eyes of the other two exhausted people were instantly filled with joy.

"Forty-three thousand Reya... Shanlesa, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming to this village!"