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Chapter 19 Spiritual Oil
"Sorry, I'm just worried." Bai Lan said with a smile.

He was overreacting a bit, but you can't blame him.

As long as the old priest howls, half of the people in the iron mining village can probably hear it, and the scene will be huge.

He only killed monsters and never touched the local residents. He was a little worried that he would not be able to escape.

He also couldn't figure out the power of the clergy, so he could only strike first.

"I am a believer who serves the gods and will not harm any confused child. But if you really obey the temptation of the devil, then even violence cannot make me give in!" the old priest said calmly.

Bai Lan was noncommittal.

But he is just a teenager, and he has to protect himself when he goes out.

"Did you go to the mine that was cursed by the devil?" the old priest asked.

"how do you know?"

"I recognize this weapon and its original owner." The old priest looked at the fine iron spear.

The scene where the owner of this weapon once stood in front of him and said he was going to join the battle came to mind.

The priest sighed softly, "That is an outstanding young man. I was going to recommend him to go to Snow Wind City to become a knight..."

Bai Lan scratched his face: "I went there to kill a few monsters, but the result was inexplicably like this."

He passed by lightly.

The old priest stared at him and nodded slowly: "You are a gifted child."

"How to say?"

The old priest said: "Maybe you can become a demon hunter."

[Prompt for job change: Do you want to change the promotion profession and convert "Demon" into "Demon Hunter"? 】

Bai Lan tilted his head: "Do you need me to do anything?"

"I will write you a letter of recommendation, and you go to the church's headquarters and find the bishop..."

"That's fine!"

Bai Lan shook his head. This profession should be a church thug, or a partner?

He didn't know, but he didn't have time to find the church headquarters, so he might as well upgrade first.

The old priest looked a little pity and didn't force it.

Although the demon hunters are powerful, their path is destined to be a lonely and long one. They are always subjected to mental pressure from all aspects, and the road is bumpy and they live in isolation.

Demon hunters rarely get a good death, and most of them die badly, or they go mad in the process and disappear without a trace. They either degenerate or sink, and their bodies are not revealed in the wilderness until a long time later.

If you have no choice, it's better not to become a witcher.

This is the consensus within the church.

"Actually, that's not why I came to the church." Bai Lan continued to scratch his face. He was not very good at dealing with this kind old man who was "for your own good".

The old priest was very kind: "Child, you might as well talk about it."

"Have you ever heard of spiritual oil?" Bai Lan said.

The old priest's expression was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

"You got that lantern?"

The old priest understood Bai Lan's purpose, "Take it out and let me see."

Bai Lan took out the developing lantern from his backpack and handed it to the old priest.

There was a hint of nostalgia and a little sadness in his expression.

Bai Lan promptly reminded: "This is mine."

He worked desperately to stay in the abandoned mine for several days. The biggest gain during this period was this sophisticated equipment, and he would not accept any argument that the property would be returned to its original owner.

The old priest stroked the lantern skillfully: "I wasn't very sure at first, but now I believe you are a good boy."

"what?"

"Its radiance only harms dark creatures."

"Special attack on darkness? So that's it, what about me?"

The old priest gave him a strange look: "You are not a demon, it can only suppress the power of demons." Bai Lan understood immediately.

Revealing the Lantern will weaken the increase brought by his demonic characteristics.

still within the acceptable range.

Bai Lan asked again: "Can it only be ignited with spiritual oil?"

"Ordinary kerosene or others can also be used, but they do not have sacred power and can only play their most basic role." The old priest explained.

This lantern comes from the cloister of Border Town Cathedral.

Some monks often carry lamps and patrol the cemeteries to appease the emotions of the deceased and prevent human corpses from resting in peace after death.

Spiritual oil is also a relatively precious resource within the church and has strong divine power.

Therefore, when the monks patrol, they always use ordinary kerosene, and the light they emit can illuminate the darkness within a certain range.

Ordinary kerosene cannot provide protection, it can only illuminate those evil figures.

The monks themselves have ways of dealing with them.

"Do you have any spiritual oil here? How much can it cost?" Bai Lan smiled.

He probably understood the effect of spiritual oil on the lantern.

The equivalent of the magic stone to Little Red Riding Hood's slingshot.

It cannot be said that it is better than nothing, it can only be said that it is greatly enhanced.

The development lantern without the spiritual oil is just an ordinary magical item.

Bai Lan felt that he was not very lucky. Whether it was a slingshot or a lantern, he needed consumables.

Damn it!Is there no such thing as a purely sophisticated weapon?

The old priest looked at him for a moment and suddenly said: "I can give it to you, but there is a condition."

Bai Lan was startled, and then said: "It depends on whether I can accept this condition!"

"If one day, there is turmoil in that cursed mine, the devil resurrects, or the devil's son appears, you must come here with a lamp at any time and no matter where you are."

"No!" Bai Lan shook his head.

"I have to add one more thing - I will come here only after I know the information and have the conditions and ability to come."

Hearing Bai Lan bargaining, the old priest smiled kindly.

This is a verbal agreement and does not count as a contract.

He nodded and said, "That's okay."

Bai Lan also nodded: "Then I can accept this condition."

The old priest immediately took out three sealed small clay pots from the back hall and handed them to Bai Lan.

Bai Lan felt that these clay pots looked familiar.

He quickly recognized that he had seen this kind of jar in the mine, but it was already empty.

Each small clay pot should contain half a kilogram of spiritual oil in addition to its own weight.

Bai Lan opened the seal slightly.

I saw that the spiritual oil was clear to the bottom, as if it were nothing, but there was also a refreshing, indescribable, but extremely pleasant fragrance.

[Spiritual oil: a spiritual substance extracted using secret methods. It has a wide range of applications and has many magical effects.]

After the old priest handed the spiritual oil to Bai Lan.

He also told him how to use this lantern - there is a knob on the side of the lamp head that can adjust the wick in and out to control the brightness of the lamp, which can illuminate a range of tens of meters at most.

But correspondingly, the loss of oil will also increase sharply.

There is a pipe adding device on the other side of the lamp head, so there is no need to open the lamp cover when refueling.

Bai Lan listened to the old priest's nagging and put the spiritual oil and everything into his backpack with a smile on his face.

Because the three cans of spiritual oil are the same kind of items, they can be stacked and stored.

(End of this chapter)