The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 25 Media
After the fierce battle, Eric re-examined the remains of the corpse troll and found that his sword was almost completely slapped into its body by it. He tried to dig out a little bit of the hilt with shaking hands for a long time, but then he found that he had no strength to pull the sword out.

"Hey...you, pull out my sword."

Eric sat down on the troll and felt that the place where his hands were pressed was quite disgusting, but he no longer had the strength to lift his hips, so he just sat there motionless.

Being a soldier is good, but also so fucking tiring.

If I had a choice in my next life, I would definitely become a wizard.

He even wanted to lie down like this, but his falling body was quickly supported, "Hold on, Master."

Eric didn't have the strength to hold on, his eyes were closed and he didn't move. Leslie couldn't let go, and he didn't have the strength to support him, so he quickly asked his younger brother to carry the young master to the side to rest.

He himself also had to be carried away.

The task of cleaning up the battlefield was also handed over to the guards who hardly contributed any effort.

After resting for a while, Eric opened his eyes and saw a piece of rotten meat that had fallen from somewhere in front of him.

"..."

He closed his eyes and cursed, then sat up and exhaled heavily.

Leslie lay beside him, staring intently at the light ball overhead that was being illuminated by Sister Alena.

"Master, we've really done something big this time... If a troll this big appeared in the wild, the City Lord's Mansion would have offered a reward starting at twenty gold coins."

Eric glanced at him and said, "Then I'll give you the body of this troll as a reward. Move it back to the City Lord's Mansion and see if your uncle will give you twenty gold coins."

"Stop joking, Master..."

Leslie also sat up and thrashed around on his body to loosen up his sore muscles.

"A corpse this big seems unable to even pass through the mine tunnel. It will definitely get stuck." Eric looked at the dead body of the troll and seemed to really intend to get it out.

Leslie looked at him, hesitant to speak, "Master..."

"Didn't you say that there are still a small number of villagers who are afraid to come back because of their worries?"

Eric stood up and said, "If we move such a large troll out, wouldn't that more directly prove that we have the ability to eliminate all the undead in the mine?"

Leslie was stunned for a moment, then understood and nodded slowly, "Probably."

At least that's what the uninformed villagers saw.

"Cut it open," Eric said. "Since we can't get the whole thing out, let's cut it open and move it piece by piece. We can put it together outside and just give it a rough idea of ​​what it looks like."

"Yes." The captain of the guards cheered up and called a few guards who were knocking on the rock wall looking for secret compartments, and asked them to dismember the troll. Then he sent someone to notify the villagers who were carrying the rotten corpses in the rear, asking them to give priority to carrying the troll's body.

Eric glanced around and knew there was no chance of anything being hidden here. Unlike other humanoid mini-bosses, the rotten trolls had only a fighting instinct, not a sense of treasure.

For him, the biggest gain from this battle was himself: the large amount of experience gained from killing the trolls allowed him to reach level 29, just one step away from the second transformation.

"The closer I get to the second level, the slower my upgrade speed becomes..."

However, according to the current cleaning progress, there are still many rotten monsters left in the mine, and he should be able to reach level 30 before challenging the final BOSS.

That necromancer was the truly formidable opponent, in no way comparable to the necromancer apprentice he had encountered before who had tried to escape by disguising himself as a monster.

After wandering around the underground hall, Eric came to the resting Sister Alena and thanked her. "Thank goodness Sister Alena observed carefully and found the troll's weakness. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to kill it in one go."

"It's just because I didn't bear the pressure of facing that troll." Alena shook her head. "The real hardship is on you."

She raised her eyes and scanned his body. Even though he was not attacked by the troll at all, he still had many small scratches while dodging. The small wound on his forehead was still oozing blood.

He was an unpredictable nobleman, and also a resolute warrior who was not afraid of danger... With every battle she experienced, this feeling in her heart became stronger.

The head nun changed her kneeling position and said, "I will treat Mr. Eric."

He didn't even feel his wounds. He looked down at his body and asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Some minor wounds." Alena said, motioning him to sit down, then she held the pendant on her chest, moved closer, and placed her other hand on his forehead, praying softly.

This is a magical spell that speeds up wound healing, and it is especially effective for small wounds like this. When Alena put her hand down, the wound on his forehead had disappeared, and there was no scar, only a trace of dried blood.

She moved on to another location, healing wounds in the same way.

"Okay." After checking again and seeing no other wounds, Alena raised her eyes again and found that his gaze was fixed on her chest.

"...Is this also a divine spell that requires a medium to perform?"

Eric calmly shifted his gaze away, looking down, left, and right before meeting her gaze again.

"Yes." Alena said nothing, stood up and patted the hem of her nun's uniform.

"I want a pendant like this, too." Eric stood up, trying to emphasize that he wasn't staring at anything else. "Do I have to enter a monastery to get it?"

In order to cast more divine spells, he really needed such a medium.

Whether for mages or clergy, the most common medium for casting spells is weapons like staffs and scepters, followed by smaller jewelry like pendants and even rings. "If you're just looking for a medium, you don't need to enter a monastery."

Alena shook her head. "If you wish, Mr. Eric, I can create a medium for you, but the class of divine magic that can be performed is very limited."

Eric was a little surprised, "Sister Alena can also create divine mediums?"

"I've learned a little, but I'm not proficient in it."

That being said, crafting the medium would only begin after returning to camp. Alena examined Leslie again. He also suffered only minor injuries, so the head sister didn't treat him, choosing to trust his self-healing abilities as a fifth-level warrior.

After a short rest, the group left the underground hall and returned to the fork in the road along the original route to meet up with the guards who stayed behind.

"How's it going here? Are there any undead running out?" Leslie asked.

"No," one of the guards replied.

The captain of the guards looked at Eric, who nodded and said, "Go deeper."

"Yes."

The brave villagers who followed were still busy carrying the corpses, because the captain of the guards asked them to give priority to carrying the troll's body that had been cut up. The two trailers that had just returned were loaded with the troll's remains.

"Why is it so heavy... like a rock."

"Have you ever moved a rock this big? It almost crushed the car, and you still want to drag it up?"

"I'm just saying it. But this leg is really strong, even stronger than the sausages made by Aunt Mary... Hey, why did you vomit?"

"...If you ever bring this thing up with food again, I'll cut a piece off and stuff it in your mouth!"

As they dragged and pushed the cart, the rolling sound became muffled due to the heavy load. The huge underground spiral extended the distance, but also reduced the slope, making it less strenuous.

Back on the surface, in broad daylight, the huge remains quickly attracted the attention of other people in the mine.

By the time Sophie heard the news and went over, most of the trolls had already been assembled on the ground in the mine.

"Oh my god, is there still a monster like this hiding in the mine... If it escapes from the mine..."

The village woman who came with her couldn't help but scream in surprise, and then prayed silently, "Thank God for not abandoning us..."

"It was Mr. Eric who didn't abandon you." Sophie blurted out, and was stunned by the surprised look from the village woman.

"I mean... God... sent Mr. Eric and us... Yes, because God didn't abandon you, so we came here." Sophie gritted her teeth and tried to make excuses. She soon accepted this statement and spoke more and more fluently.

Perhaps because of this, or perhaps because of her identity, the village women believed her words without a doubt, and the main person they prayed and thanked was still the Goddess Yela, and they also included them, the messengers sent by the gods.

"Even this kind of monster has been destroyed by Mr. Eric and his team. What other undead can stop them?" Sophie said again, unconsciously cooperating with Eric's expectations.

"Yes, we really should let the Hansen family come and take a look," the village woman said. "They still don't dare to return to the village to live."

After she finished speaking, she left the mine. Sophie turned her head to look, but didn't care. What she cared about was when the people inside would come out and whether she would have the chance to go down with them to take a look.

The troll's body parts were still being carried out piece by piece, gradually piecing together into a whole, attracting more and more villagers to come and watch.

"This head is not right, why is it so small? ... I mean, it's too small compared to its body."

"This is its head."

"It's so deformed."

"How can you call it a monster if it's not deformed?"

The villagers were talking among themselves. Some of them tilted their heads and at first only dared to glance at the troll on the ground with the corner of their eyes. But as their vision gradually straightened out, the worry and fear in their hearts slowly dissipated.

When it was dark, the City Lord's Mansion and the last group of villagers who were carrying the corpses came out from underground together.

"Mrs. Head Sister!"

Sophie quickly found her target and walked towards Alena in the team. "How was your day? Did everything go well?"

The latter smiled tiredly. "We only encountered a few minor problems, but everything else went smoothly. Mr. Eric said it will be all cleaned up tomorrow."

"Great."

After glancing at the young master of the City Lord's Mansion who was dragging his body forward, Alena pulled Sophie aside.

"Has the Saint's reply arrived?"

"Huh? ...No. No, I mean I don't know..."

That is no.

Alena hadn't figured out how to deal with this matter, but she had already unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

One day late is one day late...

(End of this chapter)