Chapter 107 Even lies are deceived together (Part 2)
Claudia slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dim candlelight beside her in ecstasy. Her confused brain gradually sorted out her thoughts.
...It seems like I had a nightmare.
Claudia could not remember the specific content of the nightmare. She only remembered that she seemed to be walking in the endless snowfield with bare feet and very thin clothes.
There is a vast expanse of white everywhere, without any markers, without distinction between before and after, without purpose, without beginning.
My feet started with cold pain, then gradually became numb, and then completely lost consciousness.
Her movements became slower and slower, and her movements became more and more sluggish. In the end, she curled up and lay directly in the white snow, and began to feel the slightest warmth as if she had fallen deeply into a warm bed.
Just when she was almost unable to extricate herself from this fatal warmth, she was suddenly summoned by a harsh scolding.
Her body trembled, her lips trembled, and she felt death brushing past her like the essence.
A primitive instinct from biology made her wake up instantly.
"...You can't die yet..."
A cold and ethereal female voice whispered in her ears, and she suddenly felt that the frostbite on her body had turned into rotten flesh and jumped away from her body.
At the same time, she felt a complete peace that she had never experienced before.
It's as if life is complete, there is no need for any struggle, and there is nothing to do next - a sense of redemption based on a wordless sense.
If possible, she would rather be in contact with that great tranquility like this until eternity, but immediately, she felt that the reality of her body was gradually returning, and the snowfield was shattered, revealing the dim candlelight that was constantly dancing around her.
.
...It is a ceremonial fire that is only used in witchcraft ceremonies. The source of the fire is not the burning of candles, but the assimilation of the surrounding space into the fire elemental plane through the oaths engraved on it. Therefore, it can be eternal even if there is no air.
It burns and releases heat.
The price is that the "world" here itself is swallowed up by the fire elemental plane at an extremely slow speed.
Claudia's professional training immediately allowed her to determine the identity of this candle like sunset.
This is a unique skill of the pastoral wizards of Bantha. They throw a large amount of resources from this plane to the elemental plane, squeeze out the pure elemental power, and feed this power back to themselves.
When they reach the end of their practice, they can even completely transform into elemental creatures from that plane, becoming almost immortal.
But because this kind of wizard really consumes the resources of this plane - in the words of a White Tower wizard, they "are like using their own plane as fodder to feed other planes, and then rejoice.
"Eating excrement from other planes" is just as disgusting.
In order to ensure the sustainable development of witchcraft, wizards have even used wing trees to replace gold consumption. The inheritance of pastoral wizards was cut off more than seventy years ago...
"But...what is this?"
Just as Claudia was about to spit out her question, she felt her mouth was thirsty. Her eyelids were dry, her whole body ached, and her bones were soft. It was as if she had just suffered a serious illness.
...what's going on?
"Ah, you're awake."
A flat, almost rude voice came from in front of her. Claudia looked carefully and peeled off the substantial shadow that was almost integrated with the surrounding darkness from her blurred vision.
That's... Roland?
Claudia tilted her head in confusion.
Why is he here? No... I should say, where is this? Why is he here?
"...Have you forgotten all about it?"
When she saw Roland bending down and gently holding her chin with his left hand, she immediately wanted to resist.
But at this moment, she felt a weakness in her body. The weak shaking was more like temptation than struggle. She immediately stopped her useless struggle and looked at Roland with a frown.
Unexpectedly, there was no panic or fear in her heart at this moment. Roland, who had only met her a few times, seemed so pleasant and reliable at this moment, just like a priest to a devout believer.
But... how is that possible? I don't believe in any gods...
Claudia frowned slightly and looked up at Roland. His face was not even more than three or four millimeters away from Claudia's forehead, and Claudia could even feel the warmth and slight warmth in his breath.
of fragrance.
"What do you remember? How did you get here. Do you remember?"
As if he was afraid of waking her up, Roland spoke slowly in her ear in a very soft voice. His right hand seemed to be flowing through the river bed. It brushed Claudia's cheek at exactly the same speed, and finally
Press it on her forehead.
"I don't remember..."
"Then calm down and think carefully..."
As Roland's soft voice, which seemed to make people fall asleep deeply, kept echoing in her ears, Claudia felt an almost intoxicating dizziness coming over her.
It wasn't that she was drunk or in love - her subjective consciousness was burning, and her spirit calmed down uncontrollably, as if she was about to be immersed in the ocean current of something great.
...This is...the malicious hypnotism of the enchanting witch?
Thinking of the candlelight that made her focus too much, Roland's gentle and soothing movements and his calm, reassuring voice, Claudia was vaguely aware of the truth.
But at this moment, as a cold, metal-like touch penetrated from the intersection between Roland's fingers and her forehead, her sense of resistance was quickly destroyed, and some great force dragged her consciousness that she just wanted to forcibly wake up straight away.
Towards the deepest point.
"Rest in peace——"
Roland's gentle voice came from her ears.
Claudia could feel that something too great to be perceived immediately responded to Roland's call and descended over her.
"Never forget to sing, never forget to pray... never forget me."
The lingering voice was like a magic voice filling her brain, constantly wiping out Claudia's consciousness. A terrifying power originating from the deathly silence of all things poured into her forehead along with Roland's priest-like prayers.
Just like the baptismal chant that Teacher Claude once performed on her.
But at that time, she was wearing a ring of deception that her brother bought for her, so she could resist Sivir's mental infection.
But isn't Roland a druid? How could he...
"Entrust me, learn from me, and obey me."
Roland's baptismal chant did not end. Silver-gray light spots were flying around him.
All gods have their own baptismal chants. As long as the priest sings the baptismal chants, the power of the gods will immediately come and transform the nature of the soul of the baptized person.
After awakening to the origin, the archbishops can even directly force the soul of the baptized person to ascend to heaven through baptismal chants. And even the weakest baptismal chant will strip away all the spiritual defenses of the baptized person in a short time——
Claudia's pupils expanded instantly, and a silver-gray worm-like light spot shone in her light blue pupils, expanding and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Rest in my hands. Eternal life is given by sleep - forgiveness is now."
"Judge, I hereby swear to grant mercy to this soul."
Claudia's consciousness continued to evaporate further.
She could no longer notice what she had said - the dim red candlelight was like a bright red silhouette, burned into her sight.
In her last impression, she felt that she had sunk into a large ocean that was as solid as mercury and was frozen in ice.
When she wakes up, she will officially become a priest of a great being. The irony is that until now, she does not know who the true god she will serve her whole life is.
When the baptism was over, Roland took his right hand back.
He leaned down and kissed Claudia gently on the forehead, but Claudia didn't react at all. She just stared straight ahead blankly.
"Take off your clothes first, then bark like a dog."
Roland said.
"yes."
Claudia, whose consciousness and body were separated, followed Roland's command without hesitation.
But before her hand touched the button of her mouth, her wrist was held tightly by Roland.
"Okay, stop." Roland said in a deep voice, "What is seventy-nine plus twenty-one?"
"one hundred."
Claudia replied immediately.
"What is the first line of the third volume of the Sivir Scripture?"
"..."
Claudia remained silent.
"Don't you know... what is the fifth tower of the White Tower Wizard?"
"..."
"...Banza people? In what era were the pastoral wizards exterminated?"
"Yes. Year 848 in the Calendar of the Gods."
Roland showed a satisfied smile.
This level is enough.
The christening ceremony will last twenty minutes, which is enough time for Roland to ask everything clearly and arrange some questions.
"Shh, don't talk." Roland put his right index finger on Claudia's lips and showed a charming smile.
His voice was hoarse and gentle: "Little cutie, now we officially begin."
"First is the question and answer session -" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
