"Father Molière, I'm a little curious. According to church records, the magic of 'Holy Light Redemption' is not a seventh-level magic. How did it become a ninth-level magic?"
Nok helped the calm old priest sit down on his seat again and asked the doubts in his heart.
"Mr. Nok, I know this!" Mark on the side couldn't wait to show off.
Molière looked at this disciple who was not stable at all and decided to give him a chance to perform and treat it as a class assessment.
So, he said: "Mark just wants to say it, let him explain it on my behalf."
Seeing that the teacher agreed, Mark excitedly started his speech.
"It is said that two hundred years ago, 'Holy Light Salvation' was indeed only a seventh-level magic, and it was also a relatively common healing magic. Although mastering this magic requires some talent, the most important thing the Holy Church does not lack is genius."
"Until two hundred years ago, the Crimson Fire Sect attempted to compete with the church for believers, and conflicts often broke out. A priest who happened to be carrying a large amount of documents from the church was attacked by the Crimson Fire Sect, and the church lost a batch of important inheritance manuscripts."
"In order to regain the Codex, the church launched a holy war against the Scarlet Fire Sect, but even after defeating the Red Fire Sect, the lost Codex of Inheritance was still not recovered."
"Among them, there are fifty handbooks of the 'Holy Light Salvation' that are planned to be transported to the church's college."
"For this reason, the church has suffered heavy losses. There are less than ten volumes of 'Holy Light Salvation' manuscripts that can be passed down within the entire church!"
"The Pope had to order the chapter that owned the Codex to make a copy, and the original Codex was transported to the Holy Court."
"But during the transportation, another accident happened. The team transporting the manuscript was attacked again, and the church discovered that this was a conspiracy."
"Later, the church found out that this was the work of the mole, and when they wanted to hold him accountable, the mole took his own power and defected from the Holy Church, becoming the now-infamous Natural Church."
"Because the effect of 'Holy Redemption' is comparable to that of the Natural Church's 'Light of Life', the faction with the resting wood attribute cannot see the future and premeditatedly wants to destroy the 'Holy Light Redemption' spell. inherited.
But they didn't want the church's top officials to discover their plot, so they were forced to flee, and then established the Natural Church. After wooing those kingdoms that were ready to move, they actually relied on the kingdom's manipulation to stand firm under the pursuit of the church. "
"So, the manuscripts copied by each branch church became the last hope. But at this time, news came from the branches. The copied manuscripts could not let people learn and master the magic of 'Holy Light Salvation'."
"The church is now panicking. Even if the Pope personally teaches it, the chosen geniuses still cannot understand this magical technique."
"In this regard, the church can only express regret that 'Holy Light Salvation' has become the church's lost magic. The Pope personally upgraded it to a ninth-level mystical magic. Anyone who can understand this magic must have great perseverance and great strength. wise man."
"Some time ago, there was news from the Holy Court that they had found a genius who could understand this magical technique, and they planned to take him back to the Holy Court to be tested and become the heir of a certain faction. It is said that a saint-level master has been sent to pick him up. I don't know if it is now. He has been taken back to the Holy Court."
"By the way, Mr. Nok, since you know this magic, you must be the magic genius, right?"
Mark suddenly looked at Nok with admiration, which made Nok uncomfortable.
Father Molière seemed to have reacted to Mark's question, looked at Nok, and asked: "Little friend Nok, are you really the one who is going to be taken to the Holy Court? I heard that that He is also a priest, and you just claimed to be a priest. It’s just..."
Molière was confused as he spoke. After all, the injuries suffered by Nok and Leo were almost like escaping from death with a life in vain.
If Nok was that genius and was escorted by a saint-level expert, he wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation.
Seeing the doubt in Molière's eyes, Knock quickly explained: "No, no, no, I am not a genius. I am just a country priest. However, I actually have a copy of the inheritance handbook you mentioned."
"What! You have the inheritance code, where is it!"
Teachers and students Molière looked at Nok excitedly, their eyes wishing to see through him.
Nok smiled bitterly and said: "Lost it."
"What! You lost such an important thing! Where did you lose it! Are you lying to the old man?"
Nok looked at the vaguely angry old priest and did not want to argue with the old man. He immediately comforted him: "Senior Molière, don't be angry, calm down, and listen to me slowly."
"I really don't need to lie. You personally checked the injuries on Leo and I. Our injuries are not fake, right?"
Nok's words calmed down the two of them. Indeed, if the injuries of Nok and the two men were fake, it could only mean that these two people were dead soldiers. But with two silver-level masters, they are expected to break through to gold-level people. Said, this level of dead soldiers is not easy to train.
Could it be that these two senior soldiers were sent out just to deceive this old man? Molière was not a big shot.
Thinking of this, Molière nodded rationally: "It is indeed not false."
"That's because we got lost in the snowfield. Not only did we lose our luggage, but we almost starved to death in the snowfield. Fortunately, we met a caravan and joined them in order to leave the snowfield with the help of the caravan. "
"But I don't know whether it was us or the caravan that was unlucky. We encountered a group of white ghosts."
This time, Molière and Mark couldn't sit still. They stood up in surprise and looked at Nok and Leo in surprise.
"What! You encountered that weird thing! You actually survived!"
Nok and Leo looked at each other bitterly, with lingering fear on their faces.
Nok smiled miserably and continued to explain: "Originally, we took advantage of the white ghosts' attack on the snow wolves and escaped a certain distance. But suddenly there was an internal strife in the caravan, and they wanted to take advantage of the white ghosts and the two new members of our group to attack them. The leader of the caravan launched an attack and was attacked by the white ghosts who were following him."
"The caravan suddenly fell into panic. Relying on our strength, the two of us ran ahead with the caravan leader. With the guidance of the caravan leader, we found a river across the Dokosom Mountains."
"Taking advantage of the freezing river, the three of us fled to the south of the Dokosom Mountains. We thought we had escaped, so we lay down by the river bank to rest."
"I didn't expect that the white ghost who attacked the caravan could actually control the corpses of the caravan members and chase them after them."
"We thought they were members of the caravan, so we were naturally unprepared. Only when the white ghosts approached us did we realize something was wrong."
"The leader of the caravan was the first to run away in fright. The two of us were strangers in life and were being chased by the white ghosts. After escaping all the way, we were desperate and could only resist desperately. Even though we knew that the white ghosts could not be defeated, we It’s still a matter of luck.”
"Perhaps there is no unstoppable path. Although the white ghost is not afraid of divine magic, he is as susceptible to the influence of wind pressure as smoke. I used the sacred impact to clear the way for the two of us, and Leo ran as fast as he could with me on his back. "
"Later, my mana was exhausted and Leo couldn't run anymore. When I was almost waiting for death, dawn came. The white ghost who jumped in front of me disappeared out of thin air. You will never be able to experience this feeling of surviving a disaster. "
"Just when the two of us were completely relaxed, thinking that we would be lucky if we survived the catastrophe, the leader of the caravan actually came back and attacked us while we were exhausted."
"Leo was injured and knocked unconscious by him in order to protect me, but he also got a chance for me."
"I took the opportunity to make some excuses, delaying time while silently gathering my magic power."
"Perhaps because he felt that he had a chance to win, the caravan leader actually revealed his identity in front of me."
"His family has been involved with the White Ghost since his ancestors. It is said that due to an accident, his ancestor actually had the breath of the White Ghost on his body, which caused the offspring to be tainted with the breath of the White Ghost."
"This aura does not affect them, does not give them special abilities, and does not cause any harm to them."
"However, it made their family the coordinates of the White Ghost in this world."
"From his words, I inferred that the white ghost is a creature from another world. Within ten years, it will follow the 'coordinates' contaminated with the breath of the white ghost, come to our world, and then attack people other than the 'coordinates'."
"He proudly told me that he is the coordinate of this generation, the White Ghost."
"So, those white ghosts actually followed his aura. They just wanted to attack us."
"After he showed off, he planned to kill me, but unexpectedly, I had gathered my magic power while he was not paying attention, and used Leo's shield to kill him."
"In the end, he died under my sneak attack."
"But because of this, I am too weak to move."
"Although it was already dawn, the weather was so cold, and we had no luggage on us. As a last resort, I got the clothes of the dead caravan members and kept the unconscious Leo and myself warm. Then I was exhausted and passed out. "
"When I wake up again, I'm already in the hotel."
"So, I really didn't lie to you when I said that the manuscript was lost. There is no need to lie to you."
"If you don't believe it, you can find someone to look for it along the river. If you are lucky and there are no monsters, the bodies of the caravan members will still be there."
"But if we are looking for the Codex, we have to go deep into the snowfields in the northern part of the Dokosom Mountains to have any chance of finding it. It's just that our luggage was taken away by horses, and we don't know whether it ended up being food for monsters or monsters. Freezing to death in the wilderness. Finding my luggage would be like finding a needle in a haystack."
Nok's words deeply shocked both Moliere and Molière.
According to Nock, it was basically consistent with the injuries on both of them.
Molière also checked and found that Nok's broken leg was indeed violently twisted after death from freezing.
"What's the name of the caravan you mentioned?"
Suddenly, Moliere asked a question.
Nok responded instinctively: "I don't know the name of their caravan. Their leader is called Bru. It is said that he travels between the north and the south every year in winter and spring to resell goods."
"Blue? I know this man. He has been doing this for more than ten years and is quite famous in nearby towns. Do you think he is really an accomplice of the white ghost?"
Faced with Molière's question, Knock answered honestly: "He said so himself, but it is an indisputable fact that he wanted to kill us."
"Why? As far as I know, that Blue's strength is not very high. There is no need for him to risk taking action against you two silver-level masters. This is not in the interest of his businessman. According to him, he can just walk away. , anyway, his identity as a white ghost accomplice has not been exposed."
"Perhaps we have exposed our wealth." Nok said with a self-deprecating smile: "You have also seen how lavish my follower is. In just ten days, he almost spent all our savings."
"Bulu's caravan was destroyed by white ghosts. His journey was almost in vain. However, we two extremely weak people carry a lot of money with us. Do you think that as a businessman, he dare not take a gamble?"
Well, businessmen are profit-seeking and do take risks for money. What Nock said is not unreasonable.
But Father Molière suddenly asked: "Is there a guy named Kerry in Blue's caravan also dead? That guy said he would bring me cheese made by his wife."
"Kerry? Is there such a person? I don't know him. We were in contact with them for a short time, and then we were chased by white ghosts all night. I only remember a guy named Feimeng, who roped in a few people to betray him. Blue. It was precisely because of his dispute with Blue that the entire team stopped and was overtaken by the white ghost."
"Oh, I see. Then it's possible that Kerry has died in the snowfield."
"That's really a pity!"
Molière, who showed harmony, sneered in his heart: Little fox!
Nok had a polite smile on his face, but he cursed in his heart: Old fox!
