In a simple wooden shed, my left hand gently held the priest's book that radiated golden light, and my right hand was placed on top of a big man lying on the wooden bed. The white light emanating from the palm of my hand enveloped the entire wooden shed. With a layer of sacred aura, as the light gradually dimmed, the middle-aged man opened his eyes. After twisting his body a few times in disbelief, he suddenly sat up suddenly, with an ecstatic expression on his face.
"That's great. I can finally use my strength. Thank you so much, Pastor."
The middle-aged man sat on the bed with red eyes and bowed to me again and again. His wife and teenage child next to him also wiped their eyes with surprise on their faces. They couldn't help but rush up and hug each other as a family. Regarding this, For ordinary civilian families, the status and role of men are too important. His recovery also means that this already impoverished family has regained its support.
"Everything is God's will."
I smiled indifferently, but secretly slandered in my heart, what is the will of God? Gods like that will not care about your life and death. Although I feel disgusted by such extremely hypocritical wording, if I tell the truth, I will definitely Being kicked out by the villagers as a blasphemer would be a big loss.
Looking back, the outside of the small wooden shed has been tightly surrounded by villagers from three floors inside and three floors outside (computer reading. 1 6. n). Outside the door, the window, and even between the gaps between the wooden boards, A pair of curious eyes were looking at me through these places.
"Mother-in-law, is there anything else I can do for you?" I turned to the side and asked the silver-haired old woman holding a cane. She was the village chief of this small village.
"Thank you, Lord Pastor. All the patients in the village have been cured. We really don't know how to thank you."
The old village chief was holding a cane in one hand and holding a coarse porcelain bowl filled with water in his other trembling hand and handed it to me.
"All this is God's power and God's will." I smiled softly, accepted the village chief's mother-in-law's kindness, and once again said the pastor's motto with disgust.
The current pastor is my other identity, and he is also one of the three heroes of Lu Gaoyin who makes me laugh bitterly. Since I reached level 24 and picked up the gold-level Priest's Book I picked up from Aigis, I have often played the role of a priest, using the healing skills attached to the Priest's Book to use two different His identity wanders among the villages in the Western Kingdom, chasing the fallen while treating civilians in order to strike a balance between killing and redemption. Don't let your mind become too cruel and murderous.
Priests are indeed masters of this profession. When I equipped the Priest's Book for the first time, I found that my aura seemed a little different. I don't know how to describe this feeling. It felt like I was used to dressing up in casual clothes. It was as if he suddenly put on a new and alternative outfit. In the words of Little Ghost: Xiaofan, your current temperament is not suitable for you at all. It has become sticky and disgusting.
After looking in the mirror for a long time, I suddenly realized. It turns out that I have an aura of holiness in my body. No wonder the little ghost said it was not suitable for me at all, and even I felt uncomfortable when I saw it... Hey, I said, could it be that I didn't look like a good person before?
After some research, I discovered that this sacred aura is blessed by the passive skill ---- Holy that comes with the Priest's Book. The Holy at level 2 has such an effect. If you reach level 20. Isn’t that just like the Golden Buddha? I guess even a modern person like me would involuntarily worship him when he saw it. No wonder the Holy See in the past could scare all civilians into stunned silence.
Although the Priest's Book only comes with one healing skill. I am still far behind a professional priest, but it is enough to treat civilians. No matter how serious the injuries suffered by weak civilians (for adventurers), there is a limit, so whether it is poisoning or wound disease, When you throw away the healing skills, it is like medicine that can cure the disease. It is simply a panacea. In fact, the opposite can also be said. Those who cannot be cured by the healing skills have died long ago...
"My lord, my lord----"
After the crowd of onlookers dispersed in embarrassment, I had just rested my feet when I was surrounded by a group of brats again. Although they were all career changers, priests were said to be gentle, courteous, and kind. My friendly image is public, so these children are not afraid of me like they are of other career changers.
"Sir, can you let me touch it?"
A four or five-year-old boy with two slugs hanging from his nose asked with a longing look on his face. Before I could answer, his chubby little hand had already been stretched out.
Could I refuse such an innocent request? Can you avoid his hand? I thought with a wry smile, but before I could respond, this cute and pitiful little slug boy was dragged into the house by his parents while bowing and apologizing, and then a faint cry came out, Amen, this is not me 's fault.
"Sir, I also want to treat illnesses and save people like you, but my goal is to become a Paladin. I heard that Paladins also have healing skills, right?"
The person who spoke was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. Due to his age, he looked much calmer than the little boy just now, and his body was also very strong. It seemed that he wanted to become a Paladin. It seemed that he was not just empty talk. He did exercise regularly. Own.
"Well, that's a good question."
I glanced at the boy approvingly. I didn't know what his talent was, but judging from the calm temperament he showed now, he was indeed more suitable for the profession of Paladin.
"The Paladin's second-level combat skill, Holy Light Bullet, does have the effect of healing friendly troops, but it is only limited to adventurers. The power of the Paladin is not as gentle as that of the priest. Ordinary people cannot bear it, so even if it is changed in the future, Professional Paladin, don’t throw holy light bombs at ordinary people. At the last sentence, I jokingly touched his head and praised him. He laughed a few times in embarrassment, and his face turned to copper due to long-term exercise. . His face, which had begun to take on a manly look, was red.
"Uncle Pastor----"
My robe was gently pulled a few times, and I turned around to see two cute little girls aged 18 years old. What interested me was that these two girls had exactly the same pretty faces. The only difference was that He has neat black shoulder-length hair, one with a ponytail on the left, the other on the right, and two pairs of big black eyes. Two pink faces can break the hardest layer of defense in anyone's heart.
uncle? Looking at these cute twins, I sadly discovered the fact that it has been almost three years since I came to Darkness. I am now almost twenty-five or six years old. Have I already risen to the level of an uncle?
"Little guy, what's the matter?" I smiled from the bottom of my heart. Speaking of which, this was the first time I saw twins in the Dark Continent. And with black hair and black eyes, he is very kind.
"We... we also want to be pastors in the future, is that okay?"
One of the twins with ponytails on the left seemed shy and looked over at me. She was immediately too nervous to speak. Next to her was another twin with a ponytail on the right side. Seeing that her sister had lost her temper at the critical moment, she became anxious and couldn't help but speak quickly.
It seems they are twins. There is a big difference in personality.
"It's very hard for a priest. You have to leave your parents and walk around. There are countless monsters along the way. No matter how dangerous the place is, as long as someone needs it, you must rush there. Can you do it?" I pretended to be serious. said.
When he said he had to leave his parents. The twins clearly showed fear in their eyes. After hesitating for a moment, they looked at each other knowingly. They nodded vigorously towards each other in unison, then looked at me in unison, with strength in their eyes, and then spoke in unison.
"We can do it."
Is this the so-called tacit understanding of twins? Seeing their cute actions makes me happy.
"Very good, but it is not easy to become a priest. First, you must master a wealth of knowledge. Now, this is my gift to you. I hope that one day, I can see you change professions with your own eyes."
I smiled and picked out a few quite weighty classics (of course they couldn't be YY knight novels bought from Aigis, that would be an act of poisoning the motherland's seedlings) and handed them into their hands.
These books were quite thick, and each of the twins held them in their arms with their small hands. The stacks were so thick that they were almost touching their chins, making them unable to raise their heads.
"Thank you...thank you."
The twins' faces were filled with innocent excitement and joy. The price of books was out of reach for children from ordinary families like them. They dragged the books in their arms with difficulty. The shy one with a ponytail on the left The twins were very polite (computer reading. 1 6. n) and expressed their gratitude dignifiedly. They were about to bend down and bow, but they seemed to have forgotten that they were holding a large pile of books in their arms, and the books fell down with her movements. Go down.
"Wow wow wow
The sister next to her exclaimed repeatedly, cleverly using one arm to hold up the crumbling mountain of books, and finally managed to overcome the difficulty smoothly. The two exhaled at the same time, smiled at each other, and trotted away under the envious eyes of other children.
"Huhuhu
Not long after, one of the twins who left in the envious eyes of the other children, the little girl with a ponytail on the right, rushed back panting, still holding the pile of books in her arms.
"By the way, my sister just said: It was so rude just now. I accepted something so valuable from my uncle the pastor, but I didn't even know the name, so I rushed back again." She gasped.
"My name is Aikolu, and my sister's name is Xilusi. Uncle Pastor, please remember it." After saying that, she squeezed through the crowd and ran away.
Can't we just put the book away and talk about it later? I seem to understand a little bit, these twins, the elder sister is gentle, shy, polite, but seems a bit rash, while the younger sister is lively, cute, carefree, and very obedient to her elder sister's words. The two complement each other. It feels like two swords combined. After the twin sisters left, there was a new round of bombardment from other children. It wasn't until the sun was about to set that I managed to escape from the siege of these little devils and returned to the small house that the village chief's mother-in-law had equipped for me.
"By the way, mother-in-law, I heard that an ancient tomb was dug nearby, and many monsters came out of it. Is that true?"
As night fell, under the dim oil lamp, the village chief's mother-in-law brought me dinner carefully prepared by the villagers. I remembered that one of the children told me that an ancient tomb appeared not far from the village at some time, and I couldn't help but be curious. asked.
"yes!"
The old village chief with a kind smile also showed a sad look on his face after hearing my words.
A few days ago, when Rick (the middle-aged man) was working in the fields, he dug a big hole. I heard Rick said that there were mummies in it. I don't know if it was true or not. I have strictly ordered the villagers not to go near it. , and Rick has been bedridden since he came back, thanks to your help. "
"Is that so?" I bit my chopsticks thoughtfully.
"Sir, please rest assured. I have already reported the information to the Mages Guild and the mercenary organization. I believe they will soon send out personnel to investigate. Your Excellency, please do not take risks alone. For the sake of the lives of us civilians, if you let Your Excellency be harmed, If there is any damage, we will not be able to redeem it even if we die."
The old village chief was indeed a veteran. He quickly noticed something on my face and couldn't help but hurriedly persuade me.
"Don't worry, Village Chief Granny, I won't take risks alone."
Seeing the village chief's anxious look, I explained, however, the old village chief seemed to be a knowledgeable person, and an ordinary village chief would never know the fact that the priest lacked combat capabilities.
The next day, the villagers reluctantly said goodbye - especially all the children in the village, including the twin sisters, silently followed me for several miles until I said goodbye with a straight face. They gave up after being persuaded to go back.
"Hey, what a headache!"
I shook my head and looked at the dirty priest's white robe with a wry smile. There were a lot of snot and tears on it. They were almost all the work of the little boy with snot. Even when I kept a straight face, he was extremely stubborn. He held on to my clothes and refused to let go until his parents came over and took him away.
"How is it? The priest is very interesting, isn't he?" the little ghost asked softly.
"Yeah." I nodded seriously.
The simple faces and sincere eyes were something I would never have seen in the vain world. I finally understood that what purifies my soul is not the salvation of countless lives I have saved. , not affected by the sacred skills that can make people reveal the holy temperament of God, but seeing the smiling faces and simple enthusiasm that come from the heart, the coldness in the heart melted involuntarily.
Those annoying angels aside, for the first time I truly believed from the bottom of my heart that being a pastor was indeed a great profession.
"Where to go next?" the little ghost asked, tilting his head.
"As a good man, how about going to the ancient tomb for sightseeing?" I replied with a smile as I looked ahead.
