Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 600 - 67 The Hint from the Blind Priest_1

Chapter 600: Chapter 67 The Hint from the Blind Priest_1

The place Catherine pointed to was a vast subterranean space. Within this underground area of over a hundred thousand square meters, many low trees were sparsely growing, their vegetative scent slightly dispersing the scorching heat filling the air. On one of the slopes within this space, the ceiling had fewer crystal shards than other locations, making the temperature on this slope significantly lower than the surrounding forest. The temperature difference even caused a gentle breeze to flutter the leaves on the treetops, causing them to rustle. In such a hot environment, the breeze caressed their cheeks, bringing a refreshing sensation to the girls and dispelling the fatigue brought on by the sweltering heat.

Given such a relatively dangerous environment, in theory, it would be best to camp in a location with a broad view and an escape route. Camping in the woods is not an ideal option, even if the area is sparsely wooded, because trees can obstruct visibility and make it difficult to spot enemies in advance. Moreover, those that can climb trees may use it to their advantage, raising the burden of defense and vigilance. However, with the use of extensive boundary arrays and camping concealment arrays, camping in the woods can still be a viable choice. The functions of these arrays would significantly compensate for the drawbacks of camping in the woods.

As they entered the wooded area, the six of them were greeted by a refreshing coolness. Perhaps because of the special properties of these unknown varieties of trees, or possibly due to the illusion of high temperatures, they all felt the shade under the trees was remarkably cool. The light from the ceiling crystals sprinkled through the sparse tree canopy, casting irregular blobs of light on the forest floor. As the wind rustled the treetops, the blobs of light danced along with the swaying branches, creating the illusion that the light source at the top was swaying too.

Pannis suddenly exuded the pressure of a demigod, scaring off some of the hungry beasts congregated nearby. The girls collaborated and rapidly set up a few arrays used for camping, concealing their presence. Once all was set up, they sat down on the grassy area within the forest, panting in the heat while Catherine hoisted up her water bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls, only to spit it out again. The temperature in the environment had caused the water in the bottle to become warm as well, so hot that it scalded her mouth, killing any appetite she might’ve had.

"Try mine, see how it is?" Pannis gave a mysterious smile, pulling out a few metal water bottles from his backpack and handing one to each person, "I think they would be perfect for this environment."

The girls took the water bottles suspiciously and were all startled upon contact. Despite the scorching environment, the solid water bottles felt bone-chillingly cold to the touch. There were even droplets of water sparkling on the surface. Drinking a mouthful from the bottle, they felt the refreshing chill flow down their throats, spreading outward from their stomachs, slowly reaching their limbs. The coolness of the water made every part of their body feel so comfortable it was practically invigorating.

"You actually put crystal shards in these bottles." After a little thought, the girls understood Pannis’s trick. Catherine sighed, "So super low-capacity shards can be used like this. Hmm, can they be used to make hot water when it’s cold?"

"Of course, they can." Pannis nodded, "Sometimes, all it takes is a shift in thinking to easily achieve our goal. For example, there are many similar applications for crystal shards. However, most people can’t think of it, or do not know how to utilize them."

"I have to admit, you’re pretty clever." Lina lifted her head from the novel in her hand and rubbed the chilly bottle against her face to calm the mild flush due to the heat. The fluctuation between hot and cold on her skin gave her a comforting sense of satisfaction.

However, Freya, with her keen eyesight, noticed something unusual. While rolling the water bottle over her arm she asked Lina, "What’s up? This is my first time seeing someone read a book with their eyes closed. Are your eyes alright?"

"Oh, I am fine," Lina lifted her head again, her eyes still closed, "I’m just communicating with a friend. She’s used to closing her eyes when we talk."

"Oh? Seems like you’re consulting her about the topic we were discussing earlier," surmised Pannis, "That’s a good idea. They are all wise. Perhaps, they might find a solution from a different perspective."

"How did you know?" Lina, still with her eyes closed, surprisingly turned to Pannis, "I never said who I was talking to. You guessed it just because I was closing my eyes?"

"The Blind Eye Priestesses, right?" Pannis shrugged, "Apart from blind nuns from the Church of the Deity of Wisdom, Weston, who else would communicate with their eyes closed? And since we just discussed this topic, you went to discuss it with a friend. Other than these absurdly intelligent priestesses, I can’t think of any other explanation."

"Alright, I confess, I am chatting with Mottis." Lina nodded, "She is quite a famous Blind Eye Priestess, her records are even documented in official histories."

The Deity of Knowledge and Wisdom, Weston, was revered by mages and scholars, and was also the protector of knowledge and wisdom. According to lore, Weston’s eyes could pierce through all known and unknown. He was the only deity that claimed to be omniscient. In the temple of knowledge and wisdom of Weston, the religious duties were performed by a group of female clergy. Their devotion to Weston was so intense that during prayers, they occasionally caught glimpses of the fragments of knowledge and wisdom surrounding Weston. Whenever such devout believers emerged, they would often blind themselves voluntarily, forever shutting out the world from their vision. However, once they did so, their wisdom and abilities experienced a dramatic boost. As per their beliefs, the world was an illusion. Everything visible to the eye could interfere with the pursuit of true wisdom and knowledge. Only by discarding this deceptive sense of sight could one perceive the world in its true sense and seek real wisdom.

Curiously, these Blind Eye Priestesses didn’t seem to experience any discomfort after losing their sight, and carried on their lives as though they could still see. Some Blind Eye Priestesses once explained that after losing their sight, the power of the deity allowed them to perceive their surroundings through other means. Even without their eyes, their consciousness could still clearly portray everything happening around them.

However, these Blind Eye Priestesses had an exasperating habit that left everyone helpless. Perhaps it was because they had seen too much, or perhaps it was because they understood knowledge that mortals weren’t supposed to grasp; they never explained anything clearly. Even if someone asked a question, they would only respond with cryptic words that normal people couldn’t comprehend as an answer. Of course, this was also the nature of the deity they worshipped, Weston, who acted similarly amongst other deities.

"Blind priest, huh." Pannis scratched his head in confusion, tentatively asking, "What did she say?"

"She said... your guess is right." Lina also had a bemused expression, absentmindedly messing up her long silver hair.

"Which guess is correct?" Pannis asked with a twitch of his mouth, "Was it my prior guess that was correct, or the latter one?"

"I asked her the same." Lina shrugged with a wry smile: "As for the answer... well, you know their habits."

"Huh, huh, huh, what a nice habit indeed." Pannis didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, shaking his head, "Did she say anything else?"

"You really want to know?" Lina suddenly opened her eyes, staring strangely at Pannis, "I think you’ll probably go mad with what’s to follow."

"It’s fine." Pannis clenched his teeth, "I can handle it. Go ahead."

"She said..." Lina fell silent, then her expression changed after a few seconds. She closed her eyes again. Despite her unchanged appearance, she gave off a feeling of vast wisdom, as if she had seen it all. Her voice became hazy and soothing, like a dreamy murmur, "You made the right guess about the matter, but you also guessed wrong. Still, you’ll return to the right path eventually. It only depends on if you can realize it."

"Pfft." Catherine, who was drinking water nearby, couldn’t help but spurt out a mouthful of water. She coughed for a while before continuing, "This is Priest Mottis, right? The matter is very important, could you be more explicit?"

"I’m sorry, but there are many things I can’t express more clearly." Lina slowly shook her head, her face as still as stagnant water, eerily calm. "I can know much but can say nothing. We blind priests are destined to be eternal bystanders, like my master. Lina is a good child. I don’t want her to be disappointed. But it’s best that I don’t say anything. Once words are spoken, unforeseen deviations might occur. All it could lead to is an even worse outcome. Therefore, I can only say this much."

"Alright, I get it." Pannis held his chin, rubbing his jaw with his palm thoughtfully, "Actually, you’ve said quite a lot, haven’t you?"

"You’re good, you understood my words." Mottis had her eyes closed, but Pannis felt an invisible pair of eyes staring at him, "But, now that you understand, you should realize the last question you shouldn’t have asked. Even if you asked it, you wouldn’t get any answers."

"Hmm, I spoke too much." Pannis tapped his nose with his finger, "Even though I haven’t figured it out entirely, I already have a rough idea. Thank you for your advice."

"Could you explain it?" Catherine asked Pannis with a puzzled look on her face, "Why didn’t I understand at all?"

"It’s hard to explain." Pannis shook his head, "I’ll talk about it when I figure it out."

"I suddenly realized something." Vivian, who had been silent all this while, suddenly widened her eyes, "Did none of you sleep last night, were you all eavesdropping?"

"I didn’t eavesdrop." Freya looked up at the sky, "See, I don’t know anything." (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to qidian.com to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)