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Chapter 51 "The Medium's" Extraordinary Properties and the Shroud of Remains (4k2)

However, although Ron was very excited, he quickly calmed down.

Achieving Sequence Seven will have to wait, the materials haven't been gathered yet, and having only one extraordinary trait won't allow for an immediate advancement...

Let's get these two poor wounded soldiers back to the academy first.

Ron looked at the unconscious President Elvis lying on the ground, and then at Idrila, who was also slumped on the ground not far away and was probably too weak to move. He couldn't help but sigh.

He briefly examined Father Harvey's body and found that he had nothing but a few dozen copper pennies. The lantern-shaped container was also broken and empty.

Ron had expected that this containment object would also release some extraordinary characteristics, but for some reason he could only see gray fragments and did not see any extraordinary characteristics released.

He didn't dare linger, but since he was already there, he took Father Harvey's meager few dozen copper pennies.

Fearing that Father Harvey might have set up some kind of trap or other scheme within the Lost Church, they didn't dare to go inside to explore further.

He simply dragged Idrila and Elvis away, one in each hand, and headed towards the outside of the Church of the Lost.

Thanks to Ron being a transcendent being in the [Death] sequence, after switching back to the [Potion] sequence, the Sequence 8 [Corpse Man] enhanced his physical abilities, making him far stronger than ordinary people.

Otherwise, with his small frame, he really wouldn't have been able to carry both of them away...

However, it was obviously unrealistic to drag the two of them back by foot. Fortunately, President Elvis had come by carriage, and the coachman was waiting at the entrance of the Lost Church, obviously waiting for Elvis to return.

What a coincidence!

Even going back home is now possible with someone picking me up and dropping me off...

Ron greeted the coachman and together they helped lift Idrila and Elvis into the carriage.

"Da da da……"

Before long, the sound of hooves stopped, and the familiar bookstore was located on the street, clearly indicating that they had returned to the Truth Society.

Ron got out of the car and tried to help Idris down, but she waved him off.

"No, I don't need your help anymore... Thank you, Mr. Ron."

The time spent in the carriage was enough for Idrila, whose spirit was depleted and whose energy was dissipated, to gradually recover.

"Father Harvey temporarily extracted my spirituality using a containment device, but for now, it's fine for me to just walk around..."

As she spoke, she forced a smile and raised her arm in a bodybuilding pose:

"The superhumans in the war are strong and healthy, you don't need to treat me like some seriously wounded soldier."

Uh...really not?
Ron looked at Idrila's slender arms, then at the new cuts that had suddenly appeared on her pale arms, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Idela seemed a little too eager to prove herself, to prove that she didn't need help.

Is it because she hasn't been able to make a difference in many things lately, and her self-esteem has been somewhat hurt?

Well, after all, Idrila looks to be only twenty-one or twenty-two years old, still a young girl, the kind of girl who would care about these things.

Furthermore, she may have lived in the sanctuary her entire life, and as a nun, she rarely interacted with people her own age...

Give her a chance to prove herself... even if it's just getting off the bus.

Ron didn't say anything, but slightly stepped aside to make way.

Idrila gave Ron a grateful look, then forced herself to get off the carriage.

She got out of the car and, with all her might, single-handedly carried the unconscious Chairman Elvis out of the car...

“I can manage on my own, Mr. Ron! I’ll take Chairman Elvis back to his office right now and try to treat his injuries…”

As Idrila spoke, looking as if she was putting in all her effort, she limped and carried Elvis into the bookstore.

...Well, it seems her desire to prove herself is really strong.

Ron shrugged, turned to the plain-looking coachman, and pulled out a few copper pennies he'd taken from Father Harvey, which he hadn't even warmed yet:

"how much is it?"

"No, sir. Mr. Elvis has already chartered my car, and the fare can simply be put on my tab."

The coachman spoke politely, took out a somewhat dirty ledger, and then, from somewhere, produced a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write on it.

Ron saw him awkwardly write down a few crooked numbers, preceded by Elvis's name, clearly indicating that he had kept accounts.

And it saved more than ten copper pennies?
I never expected such a good thing to happen...

Ron raised an eyebrow, casually stuffed the copper penny back into his pocket, waved goodbye to the coachman, and returned to Elvis Bookstore.

"Dingling bell~"

The brass doorbell rang, and Ron pushed the door open to find Charles still sitting by the bookshelf, writing something in his diary with a quill pen.

Seeing Ron enter, he adjusted his glasses and looked at Ron with a somewhat serious expression:

"You really... had a conflict with Father Harvey?"

As he spoke, his usual amiable demeanor vanished, replaced by a rather loud voice, clearly indicating some anger:
"Elvis and little Ellie were injured like that... What about Harvey? Isn't he afraid of being taken to court?"

“Harvey is dead…”

Ron shook his head and briefly told Charles what had happened at the Lost Church, which calmed Charles down and made him somewhat worried.

"I never expected that Father Harvey would die..."

He frowned, pondered for a moment, took out two letters, and put a checkmark on one of them.

"It seems that this letter of complaint, which was sent to the Fog City and addressed to the Bishop of the Sanctuary Diocese, may need to be rewritten in a similar manner..."

He sighed and, unusually, stood up:
"I'll go buy a train ticket for tomorrow... When you see Elvis later, don't forget to tell him to write another complaint letter, clearly stating what Harvey did."

"I want to send the letter to the Fog City to prevent the Lost Church from being unaware of the truth and causing any more trouble..."

See, that's the advantage of having a legitimate organization behind you.

If only Ron and Father Harvey had a conflict, even if Father Harvey attacked Ron and Ron killed him in retaliation, could he then absolve himself of his crime?
The Church of the Lost will surely consider him a cultist who attacked an innocent priest, and might even send in some top-tier superhuman to arrest him...

But now things have changed. Father Harvey is dead, but the whistleblower's letter has already been sent to the Lost Church in the Fog City—

Upon closer reflection, once the Lost Church discovers that Father Harvey has truly lost his mind, and because they are in the wrong, the matter will likely be dropped.

In that case, the extraordinary characteristics of the "medium" of the [Death] Sequence Seven that Ron secretly picked up will probably not be pursued by anyone anymore... The regular army is really good.

Ron, delighted, clutched the iron cigarette case containing the extraordinary properties, passed through the "door" made of bookshelves, and descended the spiral staircase.

Idrila was waiting for him in the hall. Seeing Ron come down, she said weakly:
"I've already taken President Elvis to his office and settled him in..."

"I don't know why, but I can't find any potions made by the [Pharmacist] in the secret manual. I can't heal him now with potions."

She sighed as she spoke, but her tone wasn't particularly heavy:
"However, after a quick check, although I don't know why Chairman Elvis is still unconscious, his injuries are not very serious."

"I did my best to cast Holy Light on him once. Although the effect may not be very good, if I'm not mistaken, he should wake up tomorrow morning..."

The injury wasn't very serious?
That's because you haven't seen Elvis when he was dying...

I should thank the nanomedical spray, otherwise, Chairman Elvis would probably be "Elvis" by now...

However, given that their spirituality has depleted to this extent, can they still utilize the extraordinary abilities of the [Military Priest]?
He really went all out to prove himself!
Idrisla, as expected of you...

Ron sighed inwardly, while Idrila sighed and said with worry:
"However, it's a pity I couldn't get the recipe for the [Death] Sequence Seven potion from Father Harvey..."

She looked at Ron, a hint of apology in her eyes:
"This potion might not be found for some time—"

"At next month's academic salon, there might be other guests who know the recipe for the [Death] Sequence Seven potion..."

Next month? If I remember correctly, the Fire Chasing Ceremony will be over next month. What if Father Suer does something big? How am I supposed to deal with him when I don't even have a Level 3 priest?
Luckily, I have "An Introduction to Mysticism"...

Ron thought to himself, shook his head, and put on a devout expression:

"No... there's no need to wait any longer."

"When I rushed into the fog and faced Father Harvey, the man was very pleased with my choice."

"He praised me for daring to face enemies of Sequence 7 despite being a Sequence 8, saying that fearlessness in the face of power is the proper demeanor of His chosen ones."

"After President Elvis killed Father Harvey, I acquired a supernatural ability from him—"

"Using this extraordinary property, that lord directly bestowed upon me a potion recipe for the [Death] Sequence Seven 'Medium'..."

Has another blessing descended?

It's still the potion recipe for Sequence Seven of Death, which is exactly what Mr. Ron is currently in dire need of!

Idris was speechless, unsure of what to say for a moment.

...Is this the blessing of a hidden being?
At this rate, it seems like Mr. Ron will easily cross the threshold of each sequence under the blessing of "that person"...

Idrisla sighed, then looked at Ron with a thoughtful and inquisitive gaze.

However… “that person” would generously bestow favors upon Mr. Ron because of his “fearlessness of power”—

Could it be that Mr. Ron is being protected by a hidden entity within the Order sequence?
Isn't that what ancient texts describe—the holy kings who rule over all people, or the saints and angels, demigods and knights of the sanctuary?

Thinking of this, Idrila shuddered, instantly calmed down, and suppressed the thoughts in her heart.

No, no... Idrila, what's wrong with you? How dare you investigate the background of a hidden being?

That's not something an ordinary person can think about!

Thinking of this, she lowered her head slightly and followed Ron's footsteps back to her room.

Ron led Idris back to the room, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down the potion recipe for Sequence Seven of Death in Common.

At the same time, he took out the iron cigarette case containing Father Harvey's extraordinary abilities—

“Father Harvey’s extraordinary qualities lie here…”

But before Ron could finish speaking, Idrila interrupted him with a gesture.

Upon seeing the cigarette pack containing the extraordinary properties, her face immediately turned pale, and she reached out and opened it—

The translucent, viscous-like substance seemed to be melting, becoming soft and limp, some of it even appearing to have stuck to the cigarette pack.

She quickly took out a dagger from the drawer, and then a half-empty bottle of snow-white salt...

She sprinkled salt into the cigarette pack, then took the dagger and began to cut at the sticky, supernatural substance—

Next, a tearing sound like leather being ripped rang out as Idrila forcibly cleaved this mass of extraordinary properties, which shrunk into a ball encased in salt and rolled out of the cigarette case.

Seeing that the extraordinary properties were easily cut out, Idrila couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but complain:

“Mr. Ron…ordinary items that haven’t undergone a spiritual isolation ritual cannot come into contact with extraordinary properties!”

Although she was already used to Ron's ignorance of the occult, she still felt somewhat helpless seeing such dangerous behavior:
"Without undergoing a [spiritual isolation ritual], extraordinary characteristics will gradually integrate into nearby objects, becoming a containment object—"

As she spoke, there was a hint of relief in her voice:
"Fortunately, it hasn't been too long... If it had been any longer, Father Harvey's extraordinary abilities might have merged into this cigarette box, turning it into a dangerous containment object."

"At that time, its side effects and impacts alone will be terrifying enough, not to mention trying to extract its extraordinary characteristics, which will be extremely troublesome..."

So there is such a thing?

Okay, I've never encountered this before; it's definitely knowledge I'm unfamiliar with...

Ron scratched his head, not paying much attention to the matter.
“That was an oversight on my part… However, I should only need a piece of ‘Holy Shroud’ to make a Sequence 7 [Medium] potion.”

He looked at Idrila, a hint of expectation in his eyes:
Do you know...where to find the 'Shroud of Remains'?

"The Shroud of the Saints? Could it be the shroud of a saint?"

Ron frowned immediately:

"The shroud of a saint?"

What a joke! This is just a Sequence 7 potion recipe. How could it be related to a so-called "saint"?
If it really is some saint's shroud, then Ron won't be able to advance his career for over a decade...

But Idrila shook her head, looked at the potion recipe Ron had written down, and said thoughtfully:

"The Shroud of the Saints, originally meaning 'the shroud of a saint,' is only a Sequence Seven potion recipe, so it obviously doesn't require the shrouds of real saints..."

"If I'm not mistaken... perhaps the recipe calls for a broader concept called the [Shroud of the Dead]—"

She spoke in a rather relaxed tone:
"A shroud that has been used to wrap the bodies of heroes, nobles, or clergy, imbued with magic, and possessing spirituality in a mystical sense..."

"These kinds of things are everywhere in the churches of the true gods and in the hands of nobles with inherited traditions!"

(End of this chapter)