"Praise the Mentor—"

As Cyra's gentle voice rang out, a brilliant silver glow erupted from his body.

His black robe was windless, and the silver streamer flowed like a hurricane, like a crow fanning its wings to roll up a silver hurricane.

The stream of light coalesced around him, emitting a dazzling light that enveloped him and the little boy together.

In this moment, a few feet of land around Cyra was cleansed. The notches of the cross appeared on the ground, and a silvery-white light flowed on the ground, shining like mercury.

The flowing mercury, the closed ring, the notch of the cross—all the elements of the temple were now gathered, and Cyra's side had become a realm of complete holiness, a simple barrier with all the elements of the temple.

Influenced by its holiness, people looked at it uncontrollably.

Just looking at the flow of light that escaped outward like a whirlpool, an extremely strong premonition appeared in their hearts.

As if something was about to come, there was a kind of pressure that slowly ran down from the top down.

In their hallucinations, the ground began to shake and crack, and gray steles and statues of angels broke out of the ground; The sky became low and bright, shimmering with silver-gray runes, slowly spinning and pressing down like a millstone.

They felt a hallucination akin of imminent death—their vision widened and darkened, their hearts louder and slower, their beats heavier, their whole bodies immobile, and a strange peace slowly welled up in their hearts.

Just looking at the shining silver streams of light, they could feel that their weakened bodies had gained new strength and that old wounds had been healed. Their eyes see better. The arm becomes stronger, and the scar falls off the skin. The pain was also eliminated.

The blood on the little boy's face quickly faded and lightened under the light of Cyra, though it did not disappear completely. But his little sallow face had regained its bloody color. The painful expression gradually became soothing.

It lasted less than five seconds before it was over. People gradually came to their senses, only to find that the ground had not cracked, the sky had not been pressed, and everything was just a fleeting illusion.

However, that addictive sense of tranquility came to their hearts. A strong sense of comfort that they didn't want to move at all, wishing that the world would be frozen here, almost overwhelmed their minds.

When some of the stronger-willed people woke up from the fading desire to sleep, they found that their ailments, both large and small, had been cured, and the strength of their youth had returned to their bodies. Not only that, but their eye ailments were cured. Not only can I see farther and clearer, but even my mind becomes cold and clear.

Those who witnessed the miracle fell into a much longer silence.

It is precisely because they have believed in other gods and received the magic of other gods that they can better see that the being who stands behind the death crow, the being called "Mentor", must be a higher god than Sivir, a greater being than Tyre.

Although their theological cultivation is not enough to give them an unmistakable idea of the greatness of their mentor, they at least know that with fewer divine fluctuations can bring about stronger results. Undoubtedly, it shows the strength of this god itself.

A god greater than Tyr - if the "Mentor" is used as a hole card against the crows, it would explain why a mob managed to gain the upper hand in the war against the druids.

The so-called popular will is only one aspect. The more intuitive and direct reason is that the priest of the mentor can use more magic than the druid.

At this time, the people of Norma City thought of their previous attitude towards the crow, and looked at each other. His expression was complicated, and he couldn't speak.

With great clarity of thought and peace of mind, they immediately realized their mistake. And began to reflect on their own stupidity and stubbornness.

"Blessed are you, because you have seen this great miracle. Got rid of the disease on the body......"

At that moment, Cyra's voice sounded softly: "Your eyes have seen this great miracle. and he was cleansed; When you hear the name of the Guru, your heart is cleansed. I rejoice in you, and may the Lord bless you. ”

As she spoke, Cyra took out a tube of bright red potion from her pocket, bent down and handed it to the little boy.

"Just one sip is enough. Keep the rest, and feed anyone if he gets the plague. Don't worry when you're done with it, there will be other crows coming soon," said Cyra, gently touching the little boy's head, "I'm sure you wouldn't be selfish in hiding it, would you?" ”

"Of course! Of course! ”

The little boy touched his cheek, which had faded in blood, and burst into tears: "I'm going to be a bard...... I'm going to tell everyone that it was Mistress Cyra who saved me! I will tell them how the Guru is tolerant of great beings! I'm going to let them know your name! I'm going to make you the greatest pastor ever! ”

As he spoke, he fell to his knees. I just wanted to kiss Cyra's boots, but I was gently helped up by Cyra.

"Good boy...... The Guru will bless you. ”

Half-kneeling, Cyra gently dusted the boy's pants and held his head in both hands. The strange, cold-looking bird's beak mask looked as if it was smiling at this time, and it was extremely gentle and tolerant, giving people a strong sense of security.

Cyra half-tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then smiled distressedly and said, "Still, the greatest priest or something." That should be the title His Majesty Roland deserves. ”

Roland ...... Your Majesty? ”

The boy learned to pronounce the somewhat awkward name: "It sounds like a Bansa name." Is he a great man? ”

"He is the Teacher's Chosen and Pope, my benefactor and godfather."

Cyra's voice suddenly became serious, and even if you couldn't see his expression through the mask, you could feel his seriousness at the moment: "He is the greatest, most benevolent, and wisest priest I have ever met. Sooner or later his name will be sung in the earth, just as we sing the name of Tyre. ”

The little boy nodded ignorantly, and slowly read the name in his mouth: "Roland...... Your Majesty, right? I remembered. ”

He said with a serious face: "Then, you are the second greatest priest, the greatest priest under His Majesty Roland. ”

"Be as happy as you like."

Cyra rubbed the little boy's head helplessly, then stood up and prepared to leave here and continue east.

"Pastor Cyra—"

But at this moment, someone called his name and knelt on the ground.

Cyra was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to find that it was a strong man with a serious and mighty face like a lion. If he stood up straight, he might even be taller than Cyra, who was more than 1.9 meters.

Such a man, who was incomparably compatible with a tomahawk, knelt on the ground at this time, almost as tall as the boy was standing.

Cyra tilted her head and asked with some trouble, "Do you have something?" ”

"Please baptize me, Pastor Cylla," said the mighty man, with great seriousness, "I will follow in the path of my mentor...... Follow the path of eternal sleep, and lead me to the right path. ”

"Ah, yes. Come with me. ”

Rather than asking for benefits in a high profile like other pastors, Cyra made a gentle promise.

Without hesitation, the man stood up and obediently followed behind Cyra.

Then Cyra continued to shake the bell in the shape of a cross in her hand and shouted, "Look at the unbelievers! The outcast, the cursed, and the hated are all here! ”

It's completely different from when I first came to Norma City. In between, a large number of people knelt down, removed the marks of other gods from their bodies, and fell to the ground reverently: "Please baptize me too!" ”

"I also want to believe in the Guru!"

"I'm going to be a pastor! Preach the word of the Guru! ”

"Praise the Mentor! Praise the Mentor! Praise the Mentor! ”

Sila nodded gently and promised, "Praise the Mentor." (To be continued.) )