Archer's Adventure Manual

Chapter 151 Alina

Lorraine carried Brian as the group walked back to the carriage along the path.

Birdsong echoed overhead from the branches, and Loran could hear them praising him, but the birds didn't dare get too close, perhaps because they smelled the blood.

Once they boarded the carriage and embarked on their journey back to Plassen, the weight that had been hanging over everyone's hearts was finally lifted.

"I never expected that simply eliminating a goblin would lead to such a mess. Everything we've been going through lately has been strange. I've never encountered so much trouble during my previous adventures..."

Noah sighed in the car, "This world is perhaps really different from before. This is an era full of turmoil."

"Yeah, I was facing that goblin bear just now. If I were to face it alone, I don't think I would have any chance of winning. Its presence was just too overwhelming. Its speed and strength far surpassed mine..."

"It's hard to imagine that speed, strength, and defensive capabilities could all coexist in the same creature," Lin Wen said, still somewhat shaken.

As Loran sat in the carriage listening to Lin Wen's words, he suddenly remembered the talent he had acquired—the Eye of the Blood Demon. Its effect was precisely to enhance these attributes.

Loran recalled the gruesome death of the bear goblin, and said, "You call that having no side effects?"

Somewhat worried, Loran quickly asked his teammates, "Um... does anyone know a way to remove the curse?"

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"How to remove the curse?" The teammates were all taken aback upon hearing this.

After settling the quest rewards at the Adventurers' Guild, Loran carried Brian to Plassen's church.

The church bells echoed in my ears, and a sacred and solemn atmosphere enveloped me.

The priest was reading from the Bible in the center of the church.

After entering the church, people found their seats and followed the priest in repeating the day's prayers.

Loran also found a seat and listened to Noah say that he used to seek treatment from a pastor at the church for his stubborn illness.

The priest was able to cure physical ailments, so he must know something about curses. Loran thought he'd give it a shot.

Listening to the murmurs of prayers around him, Loran felt a little bored, as if he would have to wait until the prayer ceremony was over before he could ask any questions.

Loran showed great impatience. He didn't believe in superstitions or ghosts. Even if this world did exist, he couldn't be bothered to find himself a faith.

If there's one true faith in his dictionary, it's himself. That goblin tried to protect himself through faith, but what happened to him in the end? Gods are completely unreliable.

After the prayers, people began to line up, and the priest helped those who were confused to find answers.

In addition to the priest, more than a dozen church pastors also came here, and people can seek their help at this time.

Of course, these will incur a fee.

Among those who come here are many nobles, some of whom come specifically to treat very serious illnesses and are quite generous in their spending.

They are not short of money; if they could exchange money for health, that would be the happiest thing for them.

Loran looked at the crowd that filled the cathedral and had a headache. Why were there so many people coming to see a doctor?

He was completely baffled, but then he noticed that there was no one in front of the pastor standing on the far left? Why wasn't anyone queuing? Was the place closed?

What is this guy doing standing there?

A sense of curiosity arose in Loran's heart, so he asked the resident next to him, "Excuse me, I'd like to ask why there's no one in line in front of the priest on the far left?"

Upon hearing this, the elderly woman in line quickly explained, "That pastor is very unreliable! I heard she's killed many patients. Her treatment methods are terrifying, and she's very arrogant. She's clearly not a good person. Over time, not many people dare to seek her out."

"Young man, you look young and strong, with good arms and legs. If it's just a minor illness, don't go to that pastor. You're better off waiting in line here."

When Loran heard the old lady say this, his naturally rebellious nature piqued his interest. He wanted to see if the pastor was really as rumored.

Of course, the most important point is that he was too lazy to queue. If he didn't want to queue, it seemed like this was his only option: to get a priest's diagnosis immediately. That was more important than anything else. "Yes, I understand, ma'am, thank you." Loran smiled and thanked him, then, to the old lady's surprise, ran to the priest on the far left...

The old lady glared. Hadn't she just talked to this young man? Why wouldn't he listen to her advice?

Loran approached the pastor and carefully examined the female pastor in front of him. She was wearing a black priest's robe and looked to be quite old, probably in her thirties, with a gentle and refined demeanor.

"Hello, are you here to consult me ​​about healing your illness?" The female pastor seemed happy that someone had approached him and asked curiously.

"Yes, but my condition is a bit strange. I don't know if you can cure it." Loran nodded.

The female pastor appeared very confident: "Don't worry, I have cured many strange patients. Many of them chose me when they had no other choice, but they undoubtedly made the best choice of their lives and saved a life."

"Really? Then can you cure... the curse?"

The female pastor glared at her. "What did you say?"

Behind the church, there are small houses built, which are the resting places for the church pastors, and can also be used to receive some clients.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Alina, and I am a pastor. You may have heard me from other residents who say I am scary. I need to clarify here that what they said is true." Alina said earnestly.

Loran's lips twitched, and she gave an awkward laugh. "Ah... I see. Do you know how to cure the curse?"

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"That's a very tricky question, young man. How did you know you were cursed, and what kind of curse is it?" Alina asked.

Loran, without any intention of hiding anything, told Alina the general process, omitting the part about the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

"A curse related to flesh and blood... or perhaps related to an evil god," Alina murmured to herself. "I'll have to consult the relevant texts before I can make a definitive conclusion."

Soon, Loran followed Alina to her house, which looked much larger than the small houses of other priests.

This means that Alina is considered quite capable among the priests.

Upon opening the door, Alina's room came into view, and Loran was stunned by what he saw inside.