Path of light

Chapter 82 83.Explanation

Jasper and Abbot could not see the divine light around their bodies, which made Roy realize that he seemed to be a little different from them.

But he immediately thought of High Priest Reed...

Yes, High Priest Reed can sense these sacred glimmers of light. He just can't see the invisible tentacles under the Holy Light Seed, or it may be more appropriate to call it roots. After all, it is connected to the Holy Light. On the seed - the Holy Light seed that has sprouted.

This seed grew rapidly in Roy's body, and in just three weeks, Roy became a third-level trainee priest.

In addition, Roy discovered that the reason why he was promoted this time seemed to be related to the purification of the dead souls on the ship. Every time he cleared a dead soul, the Holy Light Seed could absorb some soul ashes, and he could clearly feel that it was those souls. The ashes are nourishing the roots of the seeds of Holy Light.

Seeing the confusion on Jasper and Abbott's faces, Roy didn't know how to explain it...

Do you want to tell them that there is a sapling with three tentacles growing out of his body?

"I think this promotion is probably related to the purification of these dead souls..." Roy said.

Every time he advanced, he could feel his mental strength improving significantly.

Roy could only perceive the sacred shimmer within one foot of his body before. Now the distance he can perceive has increased slightly, but the increase is not very obvious.

Of course, Roy can't see these divine glimmers floating around him at any time. This requires him to completely calm down and feel it with his heart.

This promotion gave him a wonderful feeling of strength returning to his body.

Roy stood in the corridor and waved the wooden hammer in his hand again. Sure enough, it felt a little lighter than before...

Jasper came close to Roy, looked Roy up and down seriously, and asked doubtfully:

"Is it true? Purifying the souls of the dead can also give you the power of holy light? Then I should accept more such commissions in the future."

Abt does not agree with this statement: "I think this has no basis. Haven't we purified many resentful spirits before? Why don't we see any effect? ​​Every time the goddess's holy light comes, we can succeed. Promotion..."

Jasper also said with emotion: "So gaining the favor of the goddess and becoming a favored one is much more useful than praying day and night..."

"The dead souls in the oar room on the left haven't been cleared yet. We can try again tomorrow. Maybe it can really work!"

After Roy finished speaking, he walked down the narrow stairs. The smell in the second cabin below the deck was very strong. The three of them quickened their pace and came to the hole in the bottom of the ship. Jasper had made a simple wooden door like a manhole cover here, and opened it. Open the door and you can see the beach below the boat...

But now the tide has just come in, the sea water has risen, and the waves are constantly washing against the bottom of the boat.

The wooden door of the manhole cover is less than two meters above the beach.

Roy jumped down first and stood firmly on the beach.

…

When passing by the pier, it happened to be the peak period for fishing boats to dock. Many fishmongers were rushing to buy marine fish on the pier.

Roy saw Ms. Gillian in a leather jacket among the fishmongers. She was squeezed into the crowd, holding an iron hook in her hand. She was hooking a large fish weighing 100 kilograms and pulling it hard. Pull it onto the flatbed truck.

The fishmongers who were snatching the big fish at the same time as her were all savagely pushed away by her, and they made a lot of noise.

When she pulled half of the big fish onto the trolley, Ms. Gillian stepped on the fish's head, raised the fish-killing knife in her hand high, and announced to the surrounding fishmongers that the tuna belonged to her. .

This series of movements is very quick.

Roy felt that Sabrina was very similar to him, and she had such drive in everything she did.

The youngest daughter Moira is weak and introverted, which is exactly the opposite of Ms. Gillian's personality.

…

Roy did not go home directly. He walked into the main hall of the temple and found High Priest Reed who was praying devoutly in front of the statue.

High Priest Reed stopped praying. He opened his eyes and turned to look at Roy, who was waiting quietly aside. There was a questioning look in his eyes...

Roy quickly stepped forward and expressed his confusion: among the three of Jasper, Abt and him, why was he the only one who could feel the particles of holy light around him? And only he can imbue weapons with holy light.

High Priest Reed stared at Roy gently and said:

"Roy, your perception is not wrong. There are indeed particles of holy light around us."

"You can sense these particles of holy light, but they can't. This is related to your affinity with the holy light. In other words, your body is more affinity with the holy light."

"Of course, as a trainee priest, as your level increases, your affinity with the Holy Light will become higher and higher. One day, they will see these particles of Holy Light and understand that there is something different around them. world, and that world has always existed.”

"So... you can now inject holy light into the wooden hammer, and keep this holy light in it forever?"

Roy looked down at the wooden hammer hanging on his waist, then nodded in affirmation.

High Priest Reed seemed a little interested, patted Roy on the shoulder and said, "Follow me..."

The two walked from the main hall into the empty side hall. In this room, apart from a high platform with a silver plate, there was a one-meter-square holy pool against the wall at the back. Roy saw that it was full of water, and he He guessed the purpose of High Priest Reed bringing him here.

"Roy, try to pour holy light into this pool." High Priest Reed said to him.

Roy stood next to the holy pool, with his hands palms facing up in front of his chest. A ball of soft holy light appeared in his hands. As he put the holy light held in his hands into the holy pool, this ball of holy light turned out to be in the pool. After gathering together and not dispersing, this ball of holy light began to spread in the water, dyeing the surrounding water into a light golden color.

"That's it. I didn't expect...you are the fourth priest in the temple to inject the power of holy light into the holy pool." High Priest Reed said happily.

"You will be responsible for preparing the holy water needed for tomorrow's gathering, but you must also act according to your ability. If the power of the holy light is about to be exhausted, you must tell me in time."

"Okay, teacher!" Roy agreed readily.

Roy also felt very happy that he could finally share some of the things in the temple with High Priest Reed.

At least it made him feel that he didn't take the four hundred kolers that the temple gave him every week for nothing...

…

Pushing open the courtyard door, Roy had just returned home when Moira next door appeared on the terrace.

Her delicate face seemed to have some magical power that could make Roy forget all his worries at once.

She asked Roy cautiously:

"Roy, the duel this morning...did you win?"

The sound is clear and sweet...

Roy touched his left shoulder, which was still a little painful, and stood at the door of the house and responded: "How do you know?"

Moira said proudly: "Because you were not injured, at least you didn't come back lying down!"

"..."

Roy suddenly became silent, walked into the house and washed his face, then took the clothes he changed to the balcony to wash, and asked Moira on the balcony next door:

"Will you definitely get hurt if you lose?"

Moira was sitting on the railing of the terrace, with her hands on the railings on both sides. Although her skin was a little gray, her pretty face also had the unique quiet aura of the Dark Moon Elf...

"Roy, your opponent is the Silver Moon Elf, right?" She blinked her clear eyes and asked Roy.

"That's right." Roy replied.

Moira tilted her head and said with certainty: "That's it... the Silver Moon Elves will not show mercy to the mixed-blood elves!"

It is undeniable that the Silver Moon elves here have a deep-seated prejudice against mixed-blood elves.

"Moira, you and Sabrina have been helping me practice martial arts these days, otherwise I wouldn't have won this duel. Thank you very much for this. I don't know if there is anything I can do for you." Roy He hung the washed shirt on the clothes pole and said to Moira with a smile.

Moira pouted, tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "Roy, tell me another story..."

Roy also sat down on a wicker chair on the terrace and said:

"Let me think about it and see if there are any stories that haven't been told... Now that I have it, I'll tell a story about "Pinocchio"..."

The two of them were more than five meters apart, and Roy didn't even need to raise his tone to tell Pinocchio's story.

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At night, Moira was lying on a wooden bed, hugging a thin quilt, and said to Sabrina who was sitting by the window wiping her wet hair:

"Sister, do you think there really is a Pinocchio?"

Sabrina turned to look at Moira. She was wearing cool suspender pajamas, and her white, plump chest had an alluring peach-shaped outline.

Feeling that the sea breeze was a bit strong at night, I reached out and closed the window.

He turned around and sat next to Moira's bed, reached out and touched her head, and then said: "I guess this Pinocchio must be a high-level magic puppet, and he must have the heart of a puppet, and he must also have elementary wisdom. He should From the hand of a great mage.”

"So this is ah!"

Moira blinked her big clear blue eyes, and her delicate face showed her original lovely look...

…

At the same time, in the warehouse of the Statue of Liberty on Brown Street, there was a silver candlestick placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, with a candle inserted on it, and the candlelight exuded a faint holy light.

At this time, Priest Anderson took off the linen covering the bronze mirror and threw it on a shelf nearby.

Priest Andyson was sitting on a wooden chair. His eye sockets were sunken, and his thick dark circles and skinny face made him look a bit like a zombie.

He raised his hands, only a layer of skin and fascia covering the bones remained.

Andyson's eyes were full of exhaustion, and his voice was filled with decadence and despair. He whispered to the mirror:

"I have tried all the methods you mentioned, but they are useless, they have no effect, and there is not even a little response..."