Goblin Dependency -
Chapter 95 - 70 Radiance
Chapter 95: Chapter 70 Radiance
In this world where magic and divine arts exist.
Limb regeneration,
for those spellcasters with some accomplishments in the relevant fields, is actually not a particularly laborious task.
Some extremely powerful beings, or those closely connected to the realm of the deceased, can even directly pull the souls of the dead from the outer plane back to the material realm, allowing them to "rebirth".
Of course, the premise is that you can afford to pay the necessary price.
Xia Nan didn’t quite know at what level the priest who believed in the Sun God, standing before him, was.
He only witnessed with his own eyes, Jeff’s horrifying wound, broken from below the knee, bathed in holy light, scabbing and healing within a matter of seconds.
But the lost left leg didn’t grow back.
As for the reason...
He could only guess it was because the gold coins weren’t enough or the priest’s power hadn’t reached the level where injuries could be restored with ease.
From the other party’s perspective, it wouldn’t be reasonable to exhaust too much to heal a stranger, even if they were a friend of the sheriff.
"Hmm?"
Ingram, who thought the negative energy entangled deep within Jeff’s flesh would be dispelled in the radiance of the holy light,
had just heaved a sigh of relief as the wound healed, when he suddenly noticed the priest’s puzzled expression.
"Sir, is there something wrong?"
He asked somewhat anxiously.
The priest lightly tapped the staff on the ground, eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes fixed on Jeff on the stretcher, and slowly spoke:
"Within him, it’s not merely the power of the undead."
"There’s also some kind of deeper, darker energy residing there."
Hearing this, the sheriff couldn’t help but become more anxious, asking:
"Then my friend, he..."
"Rest assured, having been bathed in the holy light of the Lord, he won’t be in life-threatening danger. However, as for what the negative energy entanglement will bring, no one knows."
"Isn’t there any way to eradicate it?" Ingram asked worriedly, gazing at Jeff on the ground.
"Find the culprit, find the person whose mind has been taken by the undead... perhaps it will be possible to eliminate the effects he brings."
Xia Nan couldn’t help recalling Tim, whom he repelled last night.
He pondered in his heart:
"His power is completely within my manageable scope, but after last night’s incident, he probably won’t show up again soon."
"Finding him again would be a bit troublesome."
His eyes turned, and he suddenly noticed the half orc beside him, who hadn’t spoken a word since entering the church.
At this moment, faced with the priest’s explanation, the half orc showed obvious confusion.
His lips moved, seemingly wanting to ask the priest something, but in the end, he swallowed his words back down his throat.
"Ho..."
As the atmosphere in the room sank into silence, a voice filled with pain came from the stretcher.
"Jeff!?"
The sheriff’s face lit up with surprise, calling out.
"Where am I?" Jeff pressed his hands to the ground, instinctively trying to stand up.
Suddenly realizing his feet couldn’t find support, he couldn’t help but look down.
"My! My leg!?"
The breathing that had gradually calmed under the healing of the holy light became rapid once again.
His pupils contracted, emotions fluctuated, and an unnatural flush appeared on his face.
On his shoulder, a warm and firm pressure suddenly pressed down.
Ingram squatted down, clasping Jeff’s shoulders tightly, and said in a deep voice:
"Look at me, Jeff, look at me, stay calm!"
"..."
The man, who had spent half a lifetime in carriages, didn’t know how many separations of life and death he had witnessed.
In a way, perhaps many years ago, he had already mentally prepared for dying on some mission.
Therefore, he accepted the injury to his left leg quite quickly.
He didn’t even need anyone else to counsel him, he smiled and mocked himself:
"Daisy and the others always complain in letters that I don’t come home. Now it seems that’s just right, after so many years, I should rest."
"Haha, I wonder if I’ll have a nickname like ’Lame Jeff’ in the future."
Despite his friend’s reaction, Ingram seemed particularly self-reproachful.
His hands were tightly clenched into fists, his face full of regret:
"It’s my fault! I saw you during the day, if only I had noticed something then..."
"Hey!" The middle-aged man who lost his left leg interrupted, patting Ingram’s shoulder, "There’s no need, in our line of work, being able to retire alive is already a stroke of luck."
"By the way, thanks..."
Seemingly remembering something, Jeff looked gratefully at Xia Nan and the half orc beside him.
Waving his hand, not wanting the conversation to linger on this topic, Xia Nan asked:
"Last night, how did you feel?"
"As for how I felt..." Jeff pondered, recalling, "It’s like being in a nightmare?"
"But without any distinct dream images, just feeling my consciousness being drawn away from my body, unable to sense changes in the outside world."
It’s not really useful information.
Jeff was just an ordinary person, without any resistance to the erosion of the power of the undead.
Fortunately, after being healed by the priest’s holy light, the most serious physical injuries were alleviated.
Moreover, because of his old friend relationship with the sheriff, he unusually received the priest’s approval to recuperate in the church, using its special environment to suppress the residual negative energy in his wounds.
Under the guidance of the relevant personnel, Xia Nan and the half orc helped move Jeff to a side chapel.
Momentarily, in the grand and empty chapel, only the sheriff and the priest remained.
"Clack."
The air was quiet, with only the slight sound of the staff touching the ground.
The priest turned, ascended the steps, and slowly walked to the edge of the altar.
"How much more is needed?"
Still in that gentle and calm tone.
Ingram withdrew his gaze from the door where the others had left.
Stepping forward two steps, he bent his knee, kneeling on one knee.
The edged hammer hanging from his waist lightly tapped the stone brick floor.
"Soon."
"He should complete the ceremony before the next full moon."
The priest said nothing more.
He just gazed at the immense stained glass window that nearly occupied the entire wall before him.
After a long time, he spoke:
"Once you take this step, go to Mengzhong City."
"There, you are closest to the Lord."
Ingram immediately looked up, complex emotions flashing in his azure eyes.
Then he bowed his head again, saying in a deep voice:
"Yes!"
The chapel plunged into silence once more.
A beam of morning light descended from the dome, illuminating countless tiny motes in the air while also bathing Ingram, who was kneeling on one knee.
His smooth, mid-length hair hung from beside his ear to his cheek, the light plate armor representing the sheriff’s identity reflected the metallic sheen, the golden sun emblem on the cuffs seemed to emit a faint glow.
He bathed in the light, but his bowed head cast a shadow over his face, making it unclear.
The benevolent-looking priest stood high on the steps, closing his eyes once again.
On the magnificent, mottled stained glass window before him, the face-obscured silver-haired man still held high his scales and law code.
Reflecting radiant light.
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