Path of Light.

Chapter 82 83. Interpretation
Jasper and Abt couldn't see the divine shimmer around their bodies, which made Roy realize that he seemed a little different from them.

But he immediately thought of Priest Reed...

That's right, Priest Reed can perceive these sacred glimmers, but he can't see the invisible tentacles under the seeds of the holy light, or the roots are more appropriate, after all, they are connected to the holy light. On the seeds—the seeds of Holy Light that have sprouted.

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

In addition, Roy found that the promotion this time seems to be related to the purification of the dead souls on the ship. Whenever he clears a dead soul, the Holy Light Seed can absorb some soul ashes from it, and he can clearly feel that it is those souls The ashes are nourishing the roots of the seeds of the Holy Light.

Looking at the doubts on the faces of Jasper and Abbott, 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 your body?

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

Every time he advances, he can feel that his mental strength has improved significantly.

Roy could only perceive the divine shimmer within a foot of his body before, but now the perceived distance has increased a little, but the increase is not very obvious.

Of course, it is not always possible for Roy to see these divine glimmers floating around, which requires him to calm down and perceive them with his heart.

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

Roy stood in the corridor, waved the wooden hammer in his hand again, and it really felt lighter than before...

Jasper moved closer to Roy, looked Roy up and down seriously, and asked suspiciously:
"Really? Purifying the souls of the dead can also give me the power of the holy light? Then I should take more such commissions in the future."

Abt does not agree with this statement: "I don't think there is any basis for this. Didn't we purify a lot of resentful spirits before? Why didn't we see any effect? ​​Isn't it because every time the goddess's holy light descends, we will be able to succeed?" Advance to..."

Jasper also said with emotion: "So to gain the favor of the goddess and become a favored person is much more useful than praying day and night..."

"The dead souls in the oar room on the left have not been cleaned up yet. You can try again tomorrow. Maybe it will work!"

After Roy finished speaking, he walked down the narrow stairs. The cabin on the second floor below the deck was very smelly. The three of them quickened their pace and came to the hole at the bottom of the ship. Jasper 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 is just high, the sea water has risen, and the waves are constantly washing the bottom of the boat.

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

Roy jumped down first and stood firmly on the beach.

……

When passing by the wharf, it happened to be the peak time for fishing boats to berthing at the port, and many fishmongers were rushing to buy sea fish on the wharf.

Among the group of fishmongers, Roy saw Ms. Gillian wearing a leather jacket. She was crowded in the crowd, holding an iron hook in her hand, hooking a big fish weighing [-] catties, and pulling it hard. Pull onto the flatbed.

The fishmongers who were robbing the big fish at the same time as her were all pushed away brutally by her, and their loud shouts joined together.

When half of the big fish was dragged onto the cart by her, Ms. Gillian stepped on the head of the fish, raised the fish killing knife in her hand, and announced to the fishmongers around that the tuna belonged to her .

This series of movements is very swift.

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

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

……

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

Priest Reed stopped praying. He opened his eyes, turned his head and glanced at Roy, who was quietly waiting aside, with a questioning look in his eyes...

Roy hurriedly stepped forward to express his confusion: Among Jasper, Abt and him, why is he the only one who can feel the particles of holy light around him!And only he can pour holy light into the weapon.

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 perceive these particles of holy light, but they can't. This is related to your affinity with holy light, which means that your body is more compatible with holy light."

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

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

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

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

The two walked into the empty side hall from the main hall. Apart from a high platform with silver plates in this room, there was a one-meter-square holy water pool against the wall at the back. Roy saw that it was full of clean water, so he Guess the intention of the High Priest Reed to bring him here.

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

Roy stood beside the holy water pool, with his hands palms up on his chest, a soft holy light appeared in his hands, and as he put the holy light held in both hands into the holy water pool, the holy light actually appeared in the pool Gathering together but not dispersing, the holy light began to spread in the water, dyeing the surrounding clear water a faint golden color.

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

"You will be responsible for preparing the holy water needed for tomorrow's gathering, but you must also do what you can. If the power of the holy light is about to run out, please let me know in time."

"Okay, teacher!" Roy readily agreed.

Roy was also very happy that he was finally able to share some things in the temple for Priest Reed.

At least it made him feel that it wasn't the four bailes that the temple sent him every week...

……

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 kind of magical power that could make Roy forget all his troubles at once.

She cautiously asked Roy:
"Roy, the duel in the morning...you won?"

The voice is clear and sweet...

Roy touched his still sore left shoulder, stood at the door of the house and responded, "How do you know?"

Moira said triumphantly, "Because you weren't injured, at least you didn't come back lying down!"

"..."

Roy suddenly fell silent, went into the house and washed his face, then took the changed clothes to the balcony to wash, and asked Moira on the next balcony:
"Will you be hurt if you lose?"

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

"Roy, is your opponent the Silver Moon Elf?" 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 half-blood elves!"

It is undeniable that the silver moon elves here have a deep-rooted prejudice against the half-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 that, I don't know what I can do for you." Roy Hanging the washed shirts on the clothes rail, he said to Moira with a smile.

Moira pursed her mouth, tilted her head and thought for a while 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... If there is, then I will tell a story about "Pinocchio"..."

The distance between the two was more than five meters, and Roy didn't even need to raise his voice to tell the story of Pinocchio.

……

At night, Moira lay on a wooden bed, hugging a thin quilt, and said to Sabrina who was sitting at the window wiping her hair:
"Sister, do you think there is really a Pinocchio?"

Sabrina turned her head to look at Moira. She was wearing a cool suspender pajamas, with a seductive peach-shaped outline on her white and plump chest.

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

Turning around and sitting next to Moira’s bed, he 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 elementary wisdom. From the hand of an archmage."

"So this is ah!"

Moira blinked her big clear blue eyes, and her delicate face showed such a cute look...

……

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

At this moment, Priest Andison took off the linen covering the bronze mirror and threw it on a shelf beside it.

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

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

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

"I've tried all the methods you mentioned, but it doesn't work, it doesn't work, not even a little response..."

(End of this chapter)