Blood of Mercury

"Ugh..."

Lilia opened her eyes in a daze and stared at the ceiling blankly. The beautiful silver-gray pupils seemed to be enveloped in mist, and it took several minutes for the pupils to slowly focus.

As consciousness gradually returned to Lilia, she noticed something strange flashing around her. Some pure white light spots resembling butterflies flickered and fluttered in the air, emitting a bright and soft light.

Lilia stretched out her slender white fingers curiously, and gently touched the spot of light flying in front of her like a little girl who was afraid of butterflies flying away, and then pushed it straight away.

The soft and slightly tough touch, more like soap bubbles than cotton, immediately attracted Lilia's interest.

The slightly messy light purple short hair fell from her shoulders, the soft white robe tightly wrapped her petite body, and some of the long sleeves were enough to cover half of her palms. She propped up her body with her left hand, leaned forward slightly with her upper body, her right hand swayed a pure white ball-like light spot in the air, and her big eyes that gave the impression of a cub stared slightly, with a twinkle of innocence. light.

But at this time, a brighter but less dazzling light and a softer wind caught her attention.

Lilia put down her right hand and turned her head.

Then, she saw a scene that she will never forget in her life

Roland stood in front of the opened window and prayed softly, a bright pure white light flashing from his body. The wind poured past him, blowing his long silver-white hair in random movements, and the hem of the heavy black robe slowly fluttered like ripples.

And the knight that Roland aroused from the light stood behind Roland, like an armor ornament.

The soft wind blowing from Roland's side was wrapped in sun-like warmth and natural fragrance.

Lilia still clearly remembered what the wind smelled like last night. ** and stench, mixed with the smell of rotten wood, pickled cucumbers, and rotten meat.

Just smelling it is nauseating. There can never be any nostalgia. It was an air of another world that was ominous enough to describe it, reminiscent of the intestinal wall and dense sarcoma.

but. Now that the air passes through Roland, it becomes warmer than the soft and fluffy quilt that has been sun-dried. It contains a natural fragrance that is similar to flowers but not greasy. Just looking at the soft light and smelling the warm and fragrant aroma, a quiet beauty slowly flowed in Lilia's heart.

The corner of her mouth unconsciously hung a soft arc. It seems that the whole world has become a better place.

This kind of power that can change the material and the mind without the release of magic, it can be said to be a miracle to exaggerate.

In fact, it is not bad to say that it is a miracle.

That is the power of the priest realm. It is the manifestation of the essence of God in mortals. If the domain and the cleric's elements and cornerstones match, then it can be said that it is an existence favored by God.

The power of [pure] reverberated around Roland, and the residual power was even wrapped in the air purified by him, persisting for a long time, and drifting farther away with the wind.

Feeling that the weakness and exhaustion she had just woken up were quickly dispelled, and the divine power slowly and gently infiltrated her body, Lilia would feel that the whole world had become a better place.

Brother Roland, he has become stronger again...

Lilia couldn't help sighing.

During the three days she followed Roland, she could see Roland praying to her teacher every morning. at the same time. Lilia could vaguely feel that Roland's power was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye every day.

It doesn't mean that [attributes] or [divine graces] have increased, but rather a feeling that some more obscure, ineffable essence has been elevated.

To say it, it's like a monkey learning to think. Just by looking at monkeys thinking silently about something, you can see something being born in their eyes.

As a fortune teller, Lilia's inspiration is undoubtedly credible. From her personal point of view, what Roland keeps growing should be his [sacredness].

Strange to say. Generally speaking. The sanctity of voters and the Pope should be innate, but Lilia felt that the sanctity of Roland had been slowly improving.

A man good enough to be a Pope. Even if he is placed in a dungeon, he can become the godfather of death row inmates. It's a halo-like charm that multiplies their own influence.

Lilia could clearly feel that Roland's words became more and more convincing, and his every move began to attract the attention of the people around him, as if his body was shining with light. Adorable.

"...So, all the glory goes to the mentor."

Roland's prayer ended quickly, he turned his head, and gave Lilia He a gentle smile.

"Are you awake, Lilia?"

"Ah... yes. Brother Roland."

Lilia, who felt embarrassed inexplicably, blushed in an instant. She lowered her head and coughed lightly, then raised her head to return to normal.

Lilia showed a worried look: "Brother Roland... Is it okay to open the window? If the plague comes in... I'm not talking about us, I'm talking about that old grandmother..."

"Don't worry, Lilia."

Roland's eyes flickered with a dull and gentle light: "There is no more plague here."

"Hey?"

Lilia was taken aback.

"Just before the sun rose, I dispelled all the plagues here," Roland replied plainly under Lilia's unbelievable gaze, "from the air, buildings, nearby woods, and patients. All dispelled. All right."

"How... no, why before the sun rises?"

Halfway through Lilia's words, she suddenly realized the real problem.

Although it is a "long sleep" mentor, there is no description of [Dark Night] in the power of the mentor. There is no difference in effect between casting a spell at night and casting a spell during the day.

From a missionary point of view, releasing magic in the middle of the night is far less effective than in the daytime. If no one saw it, such a miracle would become unbelievable. The boost to develop believers can't be that good either.

Although Lilia is not an official priest yet, and she doesn't know the specific effect of the teacher's magic, she at least knows that releasing such a magic is definitely not an easy task. And it can be seen from Roland's behavior that he definitely does not need believers, he also needs preaching.

So, why did Roland choose to exorcise the plague at night when he knew about it?

"Lilia, you have to know that people are fragile."

Roland seemed to know what Lilia wanted to say, and said softly: "Yes, if I let them know that it was me who dispelled their plague, they would be very grateful to the mentor, so it is not impossible to transfer to the mentor. ."

There seemed to be light in his eyes. That kind of eyes gave people a penetrating illusion.

"However, the plague doesn't just exist in Ram. What I have removed is the plague of Ram 'at this time'... In other words, sooner or later, such a plague will come back again."

"What if they were grateful to their mentor? The life-saving grace is truly unforgettable, but only if they don't get the plague again. I can guarantee that if they get the plague again, after calling for help to the mentor doesn't work, they will Began to be full of hatred for the mentor. Because they finally have an outlet for their helplessness in fighting the natural disaster."

The corners of Roland's mouth rose slightly, as if it was contempt and repeated pity: "Compared to the plague that has nowhere to blame~www.wuxiaspot.com~We have made a big mistake who can't cure them completely. They seem to think that Just like in life, if the doctor doesn't cure them, it is the doctor's responsibility... Even though the doctor is only a free clinic, he doesn't get any benefit from it, and it is just the same to help others out of interest. Because they have a target they can hate... They The fragile life has a reason to live. They have a common enemy who curses together, and the dead town will be a little angry."

That was the look in the eyes of such a person.

Overwhelmed by the heaviness and malice in the words, Lilia was completely speechless.

After hesitating for a long time, she slowly asked, "Then...why do you want to save them?"

Facing Lilia's question, Roland was silent.

It seemed that he thought for a while, and then he opened his mouth and replied slowly.

"They...are a life after all."

As if speaking to himself, Roland emphasized softly: "There is a real life... a life with flesh and blood." (To be continued.)