Breathing in the red blood mist, Lucien's limbs went limp, and his head was throbbing. In his eyes, the fight between Corella and Howson suddenly changed to Corella and the giant rat, and then back to the two people killing each other. It was like an illusion superimposed with reality.
"Wait, an illusion?!" Thinking of this, Lucien had a rough idea of what was going on. Focusing his attention, Lucien allowed his spirit to spread out like a tide. Then the scene stopped changing, and the red mist stopped twisting. Everything stabilized. It was indeed Corella and Howson who were fighting for their lives. Their bodies were covered with wounds, and their movements were very slow and strenuous. It seemed that they had reached their limits.
"Is it because the blood of the red-eyed rat itself is hallucinogenic, or is it because the blood was absorbed and transformed by the strange plant? What a clever magic trap. "
Lucien finally understood that both Howson's disappearance and Gary's sudden attack were due to the influence of the illusion. The illusion probably started when the first rat was killed, and when it completely blinded his senses, it was hard to distinguish. Only Lucien was able to get rid of the illusion because of the protection of the Holy Light Shield and the improvement of his spirit.
The Holy Light Strike shot out from the Saint Truth Emblem not only vaporized Gary's right hand and part of his shoulder, but also went up and hit the stone ceiling directly above the secret chamber, leaving a deep hole. Broken stones fell like rain, as if the whole secret chamber would collapse at any time.
The broken stones and dust dispersed the red blood mist, and Lucien's limbs recovered a little.
Lucien did not know whether there were other serial magic traps, so even if he was temporarily safe, he dared not to relax. He quickly thought of a solution.
The Saint Truth Emblem could not activate any other magic except for the two Illuminating Spells. He had lost his most powerful weapon, and even his own physical strength was very weak because of the numbing effect in the red mist.
Suddenly, Lucien saw that the strange plant was shaking in the falling stones.
"It has no other ability to protect itself except for creating illusions?" Lucien immediately came to his senses. He forced himself to stand up with his limp limbs and walked towards the strange plant.
Lucien's legs were weak and he stumbled. He walked very slowly and fell on the rocks several times. His body was covered in wounds and he was in unbearable pain. There were even a few spots on his body that were bleeding.
"Whoosh." Lucien took a deep breath and endured the pain. Using the temporary sobriety and recovery of strength brought by the pain of the wound, he struggled to walk to the side of the strange plant.
Holding his breath, Lucien carefully reached out his right hand and grasped the trunk of the strange plant. Lucien did not hesitate at all. Holding his breath, he reached out his right hand and grasped the trunk of the strange plant.
The meridians under his hand pulsed, and blood flowed like a stream. Lucien felt that what he was holding was not a plant, but a living creature. He then pulled it to the side.
"Ah!"
All the branches and leaves of the strange plant shrank and let out a sharp and miserable cry, as if it were a dying man.
Lucien did not break it, so he continued to pull. While screaming, the strange plant extended its branches and tried to entangle Lucien.
A wet, slippery and disgusting feeling came from his skin. Countless tiny thorns were piercing into his body. Lucien held back his fear and pulled again.
"Wu …"
The crying stopped abruptly. Lucien's chest was sprayed by the red liquid inside the plant. The smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. This made Lucien's limbs even more limp. He could only lean against the stone wall next to him to avoid falling to the ground.
As the plant was torn in two by Lucien, the red mist in the surrounding air became thicker and thicker, almost condensing into liquid.
The three books on the nearby desk that were flickering faintly sensed the dense red mist and quickly corroded. From the first page to the last page, it only took two or three seconds for them to completely disappear. It was so fast that Lucien, who was nearby, could not see the contents clearly.
Of course, with Lucien's current paralyzed state, he would not be able to stop it in time. It would even be difficult for him to take a step forward.
The desk immediately became empty, but strangely, other than where the three books were, there were no signs of corrosion. Lucien was puzzled for a moment before he understood the crux of the matter. "Looks like it's another magic trap. When the red mist's density reaches a certain level, the magic trap on the magic notes will automatically activate and destroy them to prevent the enemy from obtaining them."
"What a pity about these magic notes." Lucien sighed regretfully in his heart. Those were magic notes that could allow one to learn extraordinary power!
Suddenly, Lucien was stunned. He found that the library in his soul was emitting a strange light.
Curious, Lucien probed with his spirit, and then his eyes widened. A brand new bookshelf appeared in the library, and the words "Magic (Arcane)" were written on it. And on the bookshelf, there were already three books, which were the three magic notes that Lucien saw just now.
"Does this library have the ability to collect books? But how did the content come about? " Lucien was very surprised. "Well, I might need to see the content with my own eyes. Well, although the three books were corroded very quickly, if the whole process was slowed down, it should be corroded page by page. This strange library can record the content from beginning to end, so there are projections of the three books. Otherwise, it would not be able to fabricate the content out of thin air."
At present, Lucien could only guess. He had to experiment with other books in the future to be sure.
Looking at the three magic notes, Lucien hesitated. "If I learn magic in this world where divine spells are so powerful that sorcerers can be burned to death in public, will it be too dangerous?"
Unable to make a decision, Lucien temporarily put it aside. After all, they were still in the secret chamber and were not completely out of danger yet. Therefore, Lucien began to gather his strength.
Without the strange plant, the red blood mist became thinner and thinner. Corella and Howson gradually got rid of the illusion and looked at each other in shock. However, it was too late for them to wake up. Both of them were on the verge of death.
…
When Lucien touched the Truth Badge with his spirit and activated Holy Light Strike, Benjamin, who was on the ground, snorted and put down his right hand, looking at the secret passage in surprise.
"Lord Benjamin?" Seeing Benjamin's strange behavior, the guard Paul hurriedly asked.
Under the illumination of the silver moon, Benjamin's expression became very bad. He said in a low voice, "Something happened down there. My spiritual imprint in the Holy Emblem has been triggered. Damn it, you're just a Mage's Apprentice. How could you do this? Useless! Paul, wait for me here. If I don't come out in five minutes, ask the bishop for help. "
It was because of the existence of the spiritual imprint in the badge that Benjamin was relieved to give the badge to Lucien. Otherwise, even though the badge was a standard item of divine power, Benjamin would not give it to someone else casually. However, his spiritual imprint was touched and failed to prevent the divine spell from being activated at the critical moment.
Negligence and carelessness were always the companions of arrogance and prejudice.
In Benjamin's mind, knights who relied on their blood power were inferior to the noble spellcasters who explored the mysteries of the world. Therefore, Benjamin subconsciously gave the badge to Lucien, whose spiritual power was much stronger than ordinary people's. Therefore, Benjamin subconsciously gave the badge to Lucien.
This kind of attitude came from Benjamin's background, and from the experiences he had all along.
As one of the most powerful families in the Duchy of Orvarit, the Rafati family also relied on the Blessing of God. However, unlike the knights, the Rafati family relied on the Blessing of God to cast spells. As a member of the Rafati family, even though Benjamin's Blessing of God was too weak to activate his own power, he was still able to become a priest after he started studying in the monastery when he was very young. Therefore, he was determined to become a spellcaster.
However, as an official priest, Benjamin's status in the Church would be affected if he made such a big mistake in such a small matter. Therefore, Benjamin hurriedly rushed down.
Paul was also surprised, "How can there be an accident with the Saint Truth Badge? Are there other official sorcerers? "
… …
When Lucien was about to walk out of the secret chamber, he suddenly heard footsteps. His heart was in his mouth, and he was very nervous. If it was the witch's remaining magic creatures or her friends, he would not be able to survive.
Seeing that it was Benjamin's white robe, Lucien was half relieved. However, he still did not dare to relax. The secret chamber was such a good place to kill people.
"Lapland blood vines?" Bnehamin took a quick glance at the situation in the secret chamber. Based on his knowledge of magic and plants, he soon figured out what had happened. Lucien, who was leaning against the wall, and Gary, who was on the verge of dying on the ground, ended up like this. "Thank goodness they're still alive."
"This kid is lucky. His spiritual power has increased a bit and reached the level of a junior apprentice priest. It seems that the impact of the breakthrough has triggered my spiritual imprint. Unfortunately, it is no longer the time when the church was so powerful and could learn divine spells by talent. Without a foundation from childhood and systematic learning of divine spells, one can never become an official priest. I have to say that it was indeed the 'Emperor of Arcana' who started the golden age of divine spells and magic development in the past four hundred years."
As a member of the Rafati family, Benjamin knew more about the world's situation than most pastors. He did not seem to be so devout in his own faith. To be precise, as a member of the aristocracy, Benjamin and as a member of the church, there were contradictions in their standpoints.
More importantly, after the Highest Theology Conference three hundred years ago, the Church was divided into two factions, one in the South, and the other in the North. They accused each other of heresy. However, no matter which side it was, the acquisition of divine spells was not affected at all. This made many cardinals and cardinals secretly doubt whether God really existed, and whether this was a test for the believers.
Such an attitude had directly affected every young man who had become a priest in the past few hundred years, including Benjamin.
Also, in order to adapt to the rapid development of the world, several popes had introduced part of the knowledge obtained by the grand arcanists from their explorations of the world to modify the foundation of theology. Although the rapid development of divine spells and the emergence of powerful masters had helped the South Church to maintain its position as the most powerful force in the world, and to stand firm under the covetous eyes of many powerful enemies such as heretics, evil sorcerers, dark creatures, and so on, it had caused more cracks to appear in the already unstable internal belief.
Benjamin relaxed. Fine white powder slid down from his hand, and he uttered some strange syllables. A gust of wind blew the light red blood mist away.
Then, he didn't chant any spells, nor did he throw out any casting materials. He just pointed at Gary, and a pale white light fell on his body, causing the charred skin on his body to fall off. His wounds were healed, and he was no longer on the verge of death.
Casting a healing spell every one to two seconds, Corella and Howson were saved, and Lucien's wounds were healed as well.
After asking Lucien, Corella, Howson, and Gary what happened, Benjamin looked at the desk. After making sure that they were not lying, he said, "Move all the things in the secret room to the church, including the bodies of the rats."
At the same time, he took the holy emblem that Lucien returned to him and said, "You have been cleansed of your sins. Go back and rest. May the Lord bless you."
If Lucien had succeeded this time, Benjamin would not have been stingy with monetary rewards. If there was a chance, he would have even tried to train Lucien secretly. However, since Lucien was in such a dangerous situation, Benjamin was not in the mood to encourage him anymore. After making sure that Lucien was not hiding anything, Benjamin sent him away as soon as possible. After all, Corella and Howson were fine, but Gary, who had lost his right hand, was more troublesome. Regrowing a severed limb was not a divine spell that he could master.
Seeing that Benjamin did not kill him, Lucien was not in the mood to stay. He quickly walked out of the secret room. When he reached the sewer outside, Lucien, whose spirit had broken through a certain limit, suddenly heard Corella's words. This made Lucien's heart a little heavy. He whispered to Howson, "Gary has lost his right hand. I'm afraid he can't become a Knight, and he will be asked to leave the guards."
Lucien, who did not know what he was feeling, walked out of the secret passage and was immediately greeted by questions from the surrounding poor people.
"Little Evans, have you purified the ghost?" Aunt Alisa asked from afar.
Lucien nodded, "Yes, it has been purified by Lord Benjamin and several guards."
Everyone became relaxed and began to ask and talk enthusiastically, "Lucien, what does a ghost look like? Is it scary? "
"No wonder Lord Benjamin is an official priest."
"It seems that Lucien has been blessed by God this time. He can even use the Sacred Emblem of Truth."
"It's a pity that Lucien is not a child anymore. He can't be sent to the monastery to be trained. Otherwise, it would be a great honor to have a Lord Lucien in Aderon."
Hearing these discussions, Lucien was a little absent-minded, "I can't be a priest?"
Due to his identity as a transmigrator, Lucien had never thought of becoming a priest. However, he had just experienced the extraordinary power of divine spells and was told that he could not take this path. It was inevitable that he would feel a little dejected.
"Poor little Evans, look at your face. You must be exhausted. Go back and rest." Aunt Alisa saw that Lucien did not look well and hurriedly said.
Lucien had a lot of things on his mind and needed some peace and quiet. He nodded and went back to his room. He sat on the edge of his bed and listened to Benjamin and the others come out and leave. He listened to the surrounding poor people leave. He listened to the peace and quiet of the night. He suppressed his longing for his parents deep in his heart.
"I can't be a priest, and it seems that I don't have much hope of becoming a Knight and awakening the Blood Power because I haven't been trained since I was young."
"If I want to obtain extraordinary power, I'm afraid that I can only learn magic."
"But once I choose magic, I will become an enemy of the Church and most of the ordinary people, including Aunt Alisa and the others."
"Maybe there are other paths?"
"Anyway, the magic notes are in my mind. Let's take a look first. Yes, there should be no problem."
Lucien, who was hesitating and struggling, decided to take a look at the magic notes first. He entered the library and opened the magic notes.
After a long time, Lucien's low voice came from the room, sounding like he was about to laugh or cry.
"What if you can't read?"
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