Today's Dawn Cathedral was surprisingly lively. When Lin Li passed by, he saw a dozen carriages parked outside the door. It looked like a busy scene. Lin Li couldn't help but be a little confused for a moment. Although he had been hiding
He was in the Magic Guild, but he passed by here occasionally when something happened. He had never seen the Cathedral of the Dawn as lively as it was today.
The Kingdom of France is a land of magic. In this land, even children know that becoming a magician is the best way out. They believe in powerful elemental power and yearn for mysterious magical knowledge. They have been repeatedly tricked since they were born.
Knowledge, work hard to learn magic knowledge and become a real magician.
As early as hundreds of years ago, the Temple of Light wanted to spread the teachings of the Holy Light to this land. However, what awaited them was not the grand occasion of the Holy Light shining on France, but unprecedented fierce resistance, from members of the royal family to
Down to the traffickers and lackeys, no one is willing to believe in the Holy Light, and no one is a devout believer. Their hearts have long been filled with magic, and there is not even a little space left for the Holy Light.
A hotel owner once said that if a magician and a priest come to his hotel at the same time, then the magician can get the best service, but the priest can only hide in the corner and eat black bread. This is the teaching of the Holy Light.
The embarrassing situation of the Kingdom of France.
Hundreds of years of efforts by the Temple of Light have yielded no results. In the end, even His Majesty the Pope had to declare angrily: "Let those damn pagans go to hell with their damn magic!"
In the past hundred years, few priests have been willing to come to the Kingdom of France again, because they all know in their hearts that there is no point in spreading the Holy Light here. Even the most fanatical believers have to admit that the people on this land have no blood.
There are elements of magic flowing in them, and even the most devout believers and no amount of miracles can influence them.
The Cathedral of the Dawn is one of the few churches in the Kingdom of France. The person responsible for spreading doctrine here is Archbishop Rennes, an unlucky middle-aged fat man.
This middle-aged fat man is indeed very unlucky. A dignified fifteenth-level priest and a bishop with a bright future, he was sent to Oranna because he offended a powerful figure in the Temple of Light.
In this land, let alone fifteenth-level priests, there is no market even for twenty-level priests. No one cares about what the Holy Light is, and no one cares about the teachings he spreads. In Oranna, Renn has more
He is regarded as a good doctor, and it is free of charge. The only group of people who often set foot in the Cathedral of the Dawn are probably those low-level adventurers who injured their hands while fighting monsters and wanted to treat them without spending money.
Who should I look for? Of course, Bishop Renne. At this time, his magical effects are still pretty good...
As for the number of these cured low-level adventurers who are willing to listen to him spread the teachings of the Holy Light, I am afraid only ghosts know...
As for the leaders of the major forces in Oranna, no one took him seriously. In the eyes of those big shots, Ren was just a poor guy. He was not the bishop of the Temple of Light, but he had no power at all.
, not to mention any believers, the total of all his things is probably just this morning cathedral that is majestic and sacred on the outside, but deserted on the inside.
Renn's life is indeed miserable. After twenty years of spreading the teachings in Oranna, the total number of believers probably will not exceed double digits. This kind of life is simply worse than death. In the past twenty years, Renn has tried everything he can.
He tried every means to transfer him away from this damn place. In the entire Temple of Light, Renn was definitely the most diligent bishop. He was away from Oranna for at least six months of the year, running around looking for him everywhere.
The reason for the favor is to find an opportunity to be transferred out of Olanna during the annual work report.
No, I went back last month...
Who would have thought that as soon as Ren left, the Dawn Cathedral suddenly became lively. Several young pastors were busy, receiving the big shots coming and going, so much so that Lin Li stood at the door for ten minutes without saying anything.
A priest came to greet him. If before, someone had taken the initiative to come to his door, let alone the young priest, even Ren would have run out himself...
Lin Li stood at the door for a long time, unable to stand any longer. When a young priest passed by, Lin Li quickly stopped him and asked, "Is Archbishop Enlos here?"
"You are..." The young priest glanced at Lin Li, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes. There have been too many people coming to see Archbishop Enlos in the past half month. Of course, none of them are devout believers.
No one is willing to believe in the Holy Light. These people who suddenly flocked to the Cathedral of the Dawn, without exception, are all trying to get the potion from Archbishop Enroth.
No way, why did Archbishop Enroth become a master of pharmacy...
After more than ten days in a row, these young pastors have already learned how to read people.
Just like the magician in front of me, he looks fresh and young, which means he has no status. He is wearing an ordinary robe, which means he has little money. In addition, he has an anxious look on his face, which is probably because
His relatives or friends were injured...
Needless to say, they had no status, no money, and their relatives and friends were injured. Why did they come to the Cathedral of the Dawn? Needless to say, they had seen too many such people in the past half month.
"My name is Feyre, and I'm from the Magic Guild."
"Oh..." A young priest nodded, and then issued an order to expel the guest without any courtesy: "I'm sorry, Mr. Magician, Archbishop Enroth is resting. If you are here for the potion, I advise you.
It’s better not to waste your time, you are not the only one who has come here asking for potions in the past half month.”
"..." Lin Li almost choked to death on his saliva. He wanted to defend himself a few words, but when he saw the young pastor's determined look, Lin Li knew that it was useless to defend himself, because in the eyes of the young pastor, he had already
Became a persona non grata.
If this had happened before, Lin Li would have probably turned around and left. It would be pointless to have trouble with a few young priests anyway. If you are not popular, then you are not popular. Anyway, you will not lose a piece of flesh, but this time it is not possible, Ou Ling
He was still lying on the hospital bed. If he didn't find Enroth, even if Hoffman was proficient in curses, he might not be able to save the weak Ouling.
"Get out of the way!" Lin Li was so anxious that he couldn't care less. He stretched out his hand and pushed the two young priests who were blocking him to the side. Then he raised his feet and walked away under the astonished eyes of a group of onlookers.
Break into the cathedral.
Today's Dawn Cathedral is not the same as it used to be. For more than ten days in a row, people have been asking for help every day. Even the young priests who were ignored before have already developed enough tempers. When they see this
The young magician was so ignorant of the rules. Several young priests immediately became angry. One of them was quick enough to grab Lin Li's robe, and the other stopped him in front of Lin Li.
"stop!"
"Get out of the way!" His roommate who had been with him day and night for two months was still lying on the hospital bed. He didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. Lin Li had long been holding back his evil anger and had no place to vent it. At this time, he was suddenly grabbed by someone in his robe.
A stream of evil fire suddenly sprang up, rushing towards the church without looking back, while releasing a repelling spell without looking back.
The young priest was only at level five, so how could he withstand the power of the great mage? In an instant, a muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and before the young priest had time to hold on to his robe, a wave of
The irresistible force sent him flying, and his whole body hit the street opposite like a stone.
"Boy, I'm warning you, this is the Cathedral of the Dawn and the Temple of Light. If you dare to mess around, even the Magic Guild may not be able to protect you!" The two young priests next to them saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly became stern.
There was an inner threat.
"I say it again, get out of the way!" Lin Li's eyes flashed fiercely, and a violent wave of magic was emitted. If Ma Sen or Kevin were here, they would know that something bad was going to happen just by looking at this posture.
This guy is definitely really angry. If anyone stops in front of him again, he may really get killed.
It's a pity that these young priests have no idea how dangerous the person standing in front of them is. Although they are a little scared, they suddenly feel more courageous when they think that Archbishop Enlos is sitting inside.
He stopped at the door and looked at Lin Li without fear.
The two sides couldn't stop arguing, and chaos suddenly broke out at the entrance of Dawn Cathedral. From the dozen carriages parked outside, people poked their heads out to watch from time to time, wanting to see who was so brave and dared to do so at this time.
When you come to the Cathedral of the Dawn to cause trouble, you must know that the person sitting inside now is not that good-for-nothing Ren, but Enroth, one of the four archbishops of the Temple of Light!
This young magician is probably going to be in bad luck.
While a group of people watching the excitement were whispering to each other, they suddenly felt a cold breath coming from the distance. Everyone looked back in shock and saw a man wrapped in a black robe with a face as white as a corpse.
The same old man got off a carriage.
"Oops, why is this old guy here..." Several of the onlookers who knew the situation were immediately startled. They had been running to Dawn Cathedral every day for the past ten days. They had seen this old guy more than once or twice.
Yes, that is a real murderous monster!
Almost as soon as the old man stepped out of the carriage, the onlookers hurriedly retracted their protruding heads, and they were secretly worried about the young magician. It was a pity that such a young man could not do this.
I was afraid that it was all over. I just forced my way into the Cathedral of the Dawn, but I encountered this half-human, half-undead monster. He and Enroth were not on an ordinary friendship. Now this young man was afraid that it would be over, and he didn’t know what would happen.
It's really pitiful to be turned into a skeleton or a zombie...
No one expected that the young magician actually smiled.
What no one expected was that the old man, whose face was as pale as a zombie, actually smiled...
"Master Fei Lei, how come it's such a coincidence?" Senderos couldn't help but laugh. Ever since the exchange meeting of the Pharmacist Guild, he had been wanting to talk to this genius pharmacist. Unfortunately, he went to the Magic Guild twice, but failed.
All attempts were in vain, but I heard someone say a few days ago that the fat man Hoffman seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with this genius pharmacist.
Senderos felt that he could no longer wait. If he continued to wait, this genius who had shocked the pharmaceutical industry in the Kingdom of France would probably be poached by other forces. This was definitely not what the Dark Temple wanted to see.
I came to the Cathedral of the Dawn today just to discuss with Enroth to see if there is any possibility of cooperation between the Temple of Darkness and the Temple of Light on this matter.
Unexpectedly, it was such a coincidence that I found this genius pharmacist before I even had time to discuss it with Enroth. This kind of luck was like pie in the sky, not to mention that Senderos was still only half human and half undead.
The monster, even if he has completely turned into an undead, I am afraid he will still be laughing from ear to ear.
"Haha, good afternoon, Master Senderos." Lin Li smiled. He knew the relationship between Senderos and Enlos. Since Senderos is here, there should be no problem in meeting Enlos.
After a few polite greetings, Lin Licai asked again: "By the way, Master Senderos is here to see Archbishop Enroth, right?"
"Well, I have nothing to do these days, so I came over to talk to him."
"Great, I just have a little problem, and I want to ask Archbishop Enroth for help. Since Master Senderos is also going in, can you speak for me?"
"Why don't you go in by yourself?" Senderos frowned, with a hint of confusion in his voice: "Enlos will be very happy if he knows you are here."
"This..." Lin Li didn't say anything, just smiled helplessly.
With this helpless look in his eyes, how could Senderos not understand?
"Is that you?" When Senderos stared at the young priests, his pale face showed no expression, but there was a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Master Senderos... we... we really don't know that this Mr. Magician knows you..." Several young priests were really scared out of their wits. They never thought that this person seemed to have no status.
The young magician actually knew someone like Senderos.
What a hell...
Who is Senderos? He is a terrifying existence that controls thousands of undead armies. He kills without blinking an eye. For him, life is just a consumable, used to provide nutrients for his undead army. In the Temple of Light
In the literature, Senderos has long been portrayed as a demon with blood on his hands. There are at least ten massacres that can be documented, and each time at least thousands of people were killed.
Who is not afraid of such a person? Although several young priests are devout believers, they are not devout to the point of fanaticism. Facing a character like Senderos, they are equally afraid and terrified in their hearts, for fear of this half-human, half-undead monster.
He will kill them and then use evil magic to turn them into undead.
Moreover, he is also a friend of Archbishop Enroth.
That's right, they are friends.
People who don’t know the inside story will probably never understand. One is a magician who manipulates the undead, and the other is a priest who believes in the Holy Light. How did they make friends? But whether they understand it or not, the two are indeed friends.
There is no doubt about this, and the friendship between them is frightening. Everyone knows that Senderos, the evil necromancer, can influence Enroth's decision to a great extent.
He didn't even need to do it himself, just one word could plunge these young priests into an abyss of eternal destruction.
The faces of several young priests were pale, and when they looked at Lin Li, there was a hint of begging for mercy in their eyes.
They know that the only one they can count on at this time is this magician. As long as he is willing to intercede for them, they can survive from Senderos. As for the previous obstructions and disputes, they can no longer care about them.
Anyway, as long as you can save your life, what does it matter if you lose someone?
"Actually, it's nothing. It's just a small misunderstanding. Just explain it clearly." Lin Li naturally couldn't be as knowledgeable as a few young priests. He just smiled and explained the matter: "By the way, you are not looking for Enroth."
Archbishop, how about we go together?"
"Okay." With Senderos' thoughts, how could he not understand that Lin Li was interceding for those little priests? But he had already spoken, so Senderos would naturally not get into trouble with him because of the few little priests.
He nodded and entered the Cathedral of the Dawn without any need for the young priests to lead the way.
"Enroth, look who I brought here!"
"Senderos, why do you have time to see me today?"
"Haha, I'm not just here to see you this time, I also brought you an amazing guest!" After meeting my old friend Enroth, even this half-human, half-undead monster seemed to have many...
With a bit of popularity, the pale face twitched twice and squeezed out an expression that might have been a smile.
Enroth raised his head in confusion, and then showed a surprised smile: "Master Fei Lei, I really didn't expect that you would come to the Cathedral of the Dawn. I just went to the Magic Guild to look for you a few days ago. It's a pity that it's too bad."
Unfortunately, you haven’t come back since I went there twice..."
"Haha, Archbishop Enroth, you are too polite. How can I be worthy of the title of master in front of the two of you? You should call me Feyre."
"No, no, no..." Enroth invited the two of them into the reception room to sit down, and then said solemnly: "You have solved a problem that no pharmacist in the Kingdom of France has been able to solve. Just because of this
, you deserve the title of master. By the way, Master Fei Lei, why are you so free today that you actually came to see me at the Cathedral of the Dawn?"
"This..." Lin Li scratched his head and didn't hide much: "A friend of mine has been cursed. I want to ask Archbishop Enroth for help. I wonder if you have time?"
"Of course it's okay to help, but to be honest, Master Feyre, I'm not good at curses. Instead of asking me, you might as well ask that guy Hoffman. He is a real expert on curses."
"I have already sent someone to invite Mr. Hoffman, but this time, my friend's situation is more complicated. Not only was he cursed, but he also suffered severe trauma. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it when the curse is lifted, so I thought
Please help me and use magic to heal his body."
"That's no problem..." Enroth nodded. As one of the four archbishops of the Temple of Light, his attainments in divine arts are naturally not comparable to those of Ren and his ilk. Even if he is seriously injured,
It can be easily cured by hand.
"Very good!"
"By the way, Master Feyre, can I ask what the curse is on your friend?"
"I'm really not sure about this. I just judged it based on his reaction. By the way, that kind of curse is very strange. It's like a trace of black smoke, constantly emanating from the wound, and I can
I can feel that the curse is weakening my friend little by little, and I'm worried that he won't be able to survive much longer..."
"In this way..." Enroth nodded and fell into deep thought again.
Just when Enlos was thinking hard, Senderos suddenly interjected: "If I guessed correctly, your friend must have been in a coma, right?"
"How do you know?"
"That's right..." Senderos didn't answer, but just talked to himself: "I have seen this kind of curse before. It is called the soul drying curse. It is a secret technique passed down from the dark ages. I remember
, there was an introduction in a book of undead magic, and the book said this - this is a real demon. When you can master it, it will provide you with powerful power, but once you cannot master it,
, this demon will swallow you up in an instant."
"Do you mean to say that this soul-drying curse is actually like the backlash of magic power. Once it cannot harm the enemy, it is likely to harm itself?" Lin Li frowned when he heard this. Could it be that this
What kind of soul-drying curse was not cast by Gryffindor, but because of some forbidden magic Orling learned?
"Well, that's about it..." After Senderos said this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "To be honest, Master Fei Lei, this curse is the most troublesome, because it has existed for many years and has already been integrated into it.
Bloodline, even if I know its principle, I don’t know what to use to solve it.”
"Senderos, don't say that. Maybe Hoffman has a way." Enlos glared at his old friend. This guy is really true. He has been an undead for decades, but his personality has not changed at all. What is the worst outcome?
He would definitely say whatever would end the worst, and although sometimes it was right, it didn't sound so comfortable to people.
"I hope..." Senderos nodded reluctantly, but his expression seemed a little disapproving.
"Archbishop Enlos, do you have time now? If possible, can you go and see it in person? I'm afraid my friend won't be able to wait much longer..." After listening to Senderos' words, Lin Li couldn't sit still.
"No problem." Enroth was very straightforward and agreed without saying a word.
"How about I go take a look too?" Senderos also stood up.
"Okay, you two, please come with me."
The three of them came out of the Cathedral of the Dawn, called a carriage and went straight to the Magic Guild. Only a few young priests and a group of bored onlookers were left there, talking and guessing who this young magician was.
It is no joke that the two big figures from the Temple of Light and the Temple of Darkness can help each other. Enlos is one of the archbishops of the Temple of Light, and Senderos is in charge of the Temple of Darkness. The status of the two of them is,
It can be said that it is extremely high. It allows both of them to help at the same time. I am afraid that it is a treatment that even His Majesty the King may not be able to enjoy.
Especially those young priests, looking at the leaving carriage, were even scared to sweat. If they had known that this young magician had such a profound background, they would not have dared to stop him even if they were killed.
Aren't you looking for death?
The carriage stopped outside the guild hall. As soon as the two old men got off the carriage, they saw a familiar figure.
"Haha, Hoffman, are you here too?" Hoffman's round figure was so conspicuous that Senderos recognized him from the crowd as soon as he got off the carriage: "Why,
If you don't hurry back to Qingfeng Plain to see your daughter, be careful of some blind boy who seduces her away."
"Senderos, you shameless old skeleton, I will have someone poison your food sooner or later..." Hoffman scolded him, but suddenly remembered that the half-human monster in front of him had no need to eat at all, so
Hoffman cursed again in anger: "No...you shameless old skeleton doesn't need to eat at all. You'd better go back to the grave and chew the corpse. I feel awkward standing with you..."
"..." Listening to the two old guys scolding each other, Lin Li suddenly felt dizzy and had to stand up to smooth things over: "You two, you two, pay attention to your image!"
"Well, Master Fei Lei is right. I am a successful man and cannot care about half-human monsters like you..." Hoffman entered the guild hall with a curse.
"This guy..." Senderos and Enlos shook their heads almost in unison, and followed them in.
Lin Li led the way and took the three of them to the guild's medical room. On the way, he took the time to give Hoffman an overview of the situation.
"It's actually a soul-drying curse. I'm in big trouble this time..." As soon as Hoffman heard his description, he immediately knew what the situation was. For a moment, he couldn't help but frowned tightly.
"What's wrong, Master Hoffman, even you can't do anything with the soul-drying curse?" Looking at Hoffman's face, Lin Li couldn't help but feel nervous. If even this curse expert can't do anything, then Ou Ling may not be able to do anything this time.
It's really a disaster.
"It's not that there is no way, but it's more troublesome..." Hoffman shook his head, but he didn't say anything decisive, but the tightly frowned brows on his fat face never relaxed.
open.
"what do you mean……"
"What I mean is..." Hoffman stopped mid-sentence: "Forget it, let's see your friends first. Maybe the situation is not as serious as we thought."