Blood of Mercury

Under Claude's worried gaze, the three of Roland slowly climbed up the clock tower.

Don't say hi to me now...

Claude sighed secretly.

If Roland greeted him, he would definitely not be able to respond.

If Roland and the others were puzzled by this and came to pat him on the shoulder or have a similar interaction, Claude would be out of luck.

After all, God Tyre is paying attention to him now.

If Claude suddenly made any unethical actions, or simply interrupted the ceremony, he would definitely not be able to eat good fruit.

"Don't worry, we won't disturb the sacrament of His Royal Highness... Please continue."

However, when he heard Roland's calm and elegant voice coming from behind, Claude, who kept praying in a low voice, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

fine.

Probably because Claudia and Roland talked about it.

Roland and the others, who knew what important ceremony they were holding, did not come over to talk to him or touch his body in a frizzy manner, but stood quietly behind him and waited for his prayer to finish.

...Fortunately, I told Claudia about this in advance.

Otherwise, Roland and the mountaineer would definitely not know that they couldn't move right now-maybe they would come up to say hello as he was worried about.

Claude secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Speaking of...

While the old priest praised Tyre in a low voice, he frowned without a trace.

What is that ball of clothes that Roland is holding in his left hand?

Before when Roland walked towards him. He noticed.

To him, Roland's clothes on his left forearm were too conspicuous. Whether it is the texture like human skin, or the pure black main color with the reflection of oil caused by blood and fat.

In Claude's vision. A dark blue aura entwined with dark shadows was constantly vomiting on the surface of that piece of clothing.

It was like real negative energy.

Not to mention wearing it on the body - for ordinary people, even burying this piece of clothing in their yard is enough to make the family seriously ill.

For those who cannot harness negative energy, there is no difference between wearing this outfit and directly wearing one's own shroud.

Claude was full of doubts.

Even for a Druid, this level of negative energy is by no means a level that can be directly ignored. Roland put it on his arm without any precaution, his body must have been hurt by these negative energies.

It looks like prayer is about to speed up—

Claude thought helplessly.

Because of the Great Barrier that enveloped the entire Caral, it was too tiring for a priest to unleash divine magic in Caral. Just maintaining a mere three-ring neglected enchantment for an hour can almost squeeze out all the divine grace of Claude.

But he still can't use up all the divine grace.

In fact. Claude must leave at least one blessing of blessing.

Only one blessing can completely heal the dark wounds suffered by Roland and Claudia.

Claude thinks. Roland came to him with this evil object cursed by the devil, and he must have wanted him to help destroy it.

But... Roland is not a priest, no matter how smart he is, a Druid who is not sensitive to negative energy can't know how powerful magic is needed to destroy cursed items of this level.

Take Claude. As a silver-level priest, if he wants to destroy this thing, at least he has to pour all the divine grace of the day into it, and there is a more than half chance.

And, he remembered, Claudia came here to find her brother. Although he really wanted to destroy this evil item immediately, Claude thought about it and decided to talk to Claudia to find her brother first.

What's more, instead of destroying this piece of clothing with great effort in the past two days, it would be better to take it back and immerse it in the holy water pool to purify it.

"...Therefore, I will be shouting my joy again in the crowd."

"May all the glory go to Sivir and Father Tyre."

finally. After Roland and the others waited quietly for more than an hour, Claude's prayers finally ended.

No, not so much a smooth end. It would be better to say that Claude found a prayer that could be used as the ending and sang the prayer at the end of the sacrifice.

The divine grace on him has almost been burnt away by the Karal Great Barrier.

Claude even doubted whether he could still use the blessing technique.

But when he turned around, he immediately smelled a rancid and acrid mix of reptiles, poison, and ogre.

The smell came from the clothes on Roland's raised left arm.

After the end of the holy ceremony, the holy atmosphere dissipated, and the suppressed curse aura suddenly boiled.

Just seeing this dress, Claude had a faint killing intent in his heart.

- As if it wasn't a cursed garment. It's like a devil who has changed its form.

Claude secretly decided with a serious expression, even if it is extremely difficult to purify this equipment. This too must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Looking back at Roland and Claudia standing side by side, a sense of comfort in taking care of his grandchildren swayed in the arms of this old man who had fought for God all his life but had no children.

Tired but happy.

"Little Roland, how does it feel to go to the City of Sin this time?"

Claude put away his sword and staff, turned his hand away, and looked at Roland with a smile.

Although the expression is very kind, but with the formal clothes on his body, it gives people an indescribable sense of solemnity.

"It's okay..." Roland's expression was subtle, and he slowly stepped forward. "A lot of things happened in the middle, the process was vigorous, and it was very warm at the end..."

"How to say?"

Claude looked interested.

"It's not that guy Kluveen, who left me alone as soon as he entered the city... and made me wear a woman's clothes..."

"Um?!"

The old priest glared at Kluveen at the time.

Before Kluveen could make any excuses, Claudia pushed Roland to Claude's side in a prank, and ran back with a silver bell-like laughter.

Roland was pushed by Claudia and almost fell, but fortunately he was supported by Claude and did not fall to the ground.

"Claudia! Your child is neither light nor heavy!"

Claude didn't care about Kluween, and just stared at Claudia for a while.

But just when he wanted to catch up and hit Claudia twice with a cane, he was stopped by Roland.

"Okay, okay... Father Claude, look at this..."

Having said that~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Roland raised the black dress with both hands and motioned for Claude to take a look.

Claude took a general look, and was first attracted by the gray cobweb-like traces.

...Which devil's sign is this?

But just when he wanted to bring the dress over, a terrifying numbness like a tide swept through Claude's body instantly.

Not only were his hands immobile as if filled with lead, but his legs also seemed to be petrified. Starting from the toes and the tips of his hands, he climbed up along the bones and muscles. His chest also began to tighten, and bursts of gold stars began to appear in front of him.

Claude staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

He lowered his head dazedly.

On his stomach, a scarlet and transparent dagger shaped like a tusk was inserted there.

- and he didn't feel the slightest pain. (To be continued)