"Father Molière, I'm a little curious, according to the records of the church, the divine technique of 'Holy Light Redemption' is not a seventh-level divine art, how did it become a ninth-level divine art?"

Nock helped the calm old priest back into his seat and asked his doubts.

"Mr. Nock, I know that!" Mark on the side couldn't wait to perform.

Molière looked at this disciple who was not stable at all, and decided to give the other party a chance to perform, which should be regarded as an academic assessment.

So, he spoke: "Just as Mark wants to say, let him explain on behalf of the old man." ”

Seeing that the teacher agreed, Mark excitedly began his speech.

"It is said that two hundred years ago, 'Holy Light Salvation' was indeed only a seventh-level divine art, and it was also a relatively common healing divine art. Although it takes some talent to master this divine art, the Holy Church lacks genius the most. ”

"Until two hundred years ago, when the Red Fire Sect tried to compete with the church for believers, conflicts often broke out, and a priest who happened to be carrying a large number of documents of the church was attacked by the Red Fire Sect, and the church lost a number of important inheritance codexes."

"In order to regain the Codex, the Church launched a holy war against the Red Fire Cult, but even after the Red Fire Sect, the lost Codex was still not recovered."

"Among them, there are fifty copies of the 'Holy Light Redemption' Inheritance Codex that happens to be shipped to the Church's Academy."

"For this reason, the Church has suffered heavy losses, and there are less than ten volumes of the 'Holy Light Redemption' Codex that can be used for inheritance within the entire Church!"

"The Pope had to order that the branch in possession of the Codex have a copy copied and that the original Codex be transported to the Holy See."

But on the way to transportation, another accident happened. The codex was attacked again, and the church realized that it was a conspiracy. ”

"Later, the church found out that this was the work of the inner ghost, and when it wanted to hold it responsible, the inner ghost took his own power and defected from the Holy Church, becoming the now notorious natural church."

"Just because the effect of 'Holy Salvation' is on par with the 'Light of Life' of the Natural Church, the faction of the Resting Wood attribute cannot see the day of its emergence, and it is premeditated to destroy the inheritance of the spell of 'Holy Light Redemption'.

But they didn't want to be seen into their plot by the church leaders, so they could only be forced to flee, and then established the Church of Nature, and after winning over those kingdoms that were about to move, they actually relied on the maneuver of the kingdom to gain a firm foothold under the pursuit of the church. ”

Thus, the codex copied by the various branches became the last hope. But at this time, the news came from the distribution that the copied codex could not allow people to learn and master the magic of 'Holy Light Redemption'. ”

"The church panicked God, even if the Pope personally taught, the selected geniuses still couldn't comprehend this magic technique."

In this regard, the Church can only regret that the 'Holy Light Redemption' has become the lost magic of the Church. The Pope personally promoted it to the ninth level of the Divine Magic, and anyone who can comprehend this divine technique must be a person with great perseverance and great wisdom. ”

"Some time ago, it was rumored that the Holy Court had found a genius who could comprehend this divine art, and planned to take it back to the Holy Court to be tested and become the heir of a certain faction. It is said that a saint-level master has been sent to pick it up. I don't know if I've been taken back to the Holy Court now. ”

"By the way, Mr. Nock, since you know this magic skill, you shouldn't be that magic genius, right?"

Mark suddenly looked at Nock with adoring eyes, much to Nock's discomfort.

Father Molière also seemed to react to Mark's question, looked at Nock, and asked, "Little friend Nock, are you really the one who is going to be taken to the Holy Court?" I heard that he was also a priest, and you just claimed to be a priest. Just ......"

Molière said as he said but he was puzzled in his heart, after all, the injuries of Nock and Leo were almost like escaping death and picking up a life in vain.

If Nok was that genius and was escorted by a saint-level master, it couldn't be so embarrassing.

Seeing the suspicion in Molière's eyes, Nock quickly explained: "No, no, no, I'm not a genius. I'm just a country priest. However, I did have a copy of the Inheritance Codex you mentioned. ”

"What! You've got the Legacy Codex, where's it! ”

Molière's teachers and students all looked at Nock excitedly, and their eyes wanted to see through him.

Nock smiled bitterly, "Lost." ”

"What! You lost something so important! Where did you lose it! You can't be lying to me, old man! ”

Nock looked at the old priest who was vaguely angry, and he didn't want to deal with the old man, so he immediately comforted him: "Senior Molière, don't be angry, put out the fire, listen to me slowly." ”

"I really don't have to lie, you guys checked the injuries on my and Leo's bodies, our injuries aren't fake, right?"

Nock's words calmed down the two, indeed, if the injuries of the two Nock were faked, it could only show that these two people were dead soldiers, but with two silver-level masters, people who are expected to break through the gold level, this level of dead soldiers is not easy to cultivate.

Could it be that such two high-ranking dead soldiers were sent just to coax him, an old man? He, Molière, was not a big man.

Thinking of this, Molière nodded sensibly: "It's really not fake. ”

"That's because we got lost in the snow, not only did we lose our luggage, but we almost starved to death in the snow. Fortunately, I met a caravan, and by joining them, I wanted to leave the snow with the help of the caravan's strength. ”

"But I don't know if it's our bad luck or the caravan's bad luck, we met the white ghost group."

This time, neither Molière nor Marc could sit still, and stood up screaming, looking at Nock and Leo in disbelief.

"What! You've got that weirdness! You're still alive! ”

Nock and Leo glanced at each other bitterly, their faces still palpitating.

Nock laughed miserably and continued to explain: "Originally, we had already escaped some distance by taking the opportunity of the white ghost attacking the snow wolf pack. But suddenly there was infighting in the caravan, and he wanted to use the white ghost and our two new joiners to attack the caravan leader, but he was attacked by the white ghost who tracked him. ”

"The caravan suddenly fell into a panic, and the two of us relied on some strength to lead the caravan leader in front. With the guidance of the caravan leader, we found a river that crossed the Dokosom Mountains. ”

"Taking advantage of the freezing of the river, the three of us fled to the southern part of the Dokosom Mountains, and thought we had escaped, so we lay down on the bank of the river to rest."

"I didn't expect that the white ghost who attacked the caravan was able to manipulate the corpses of the caravan members and chased after him."

"We thought we were members of the caravan, so we were naturally defenseless, and we found out that something was wrong when we were approached by the white ghosts."

"The leader of the caravan was the first to escape in fright, the two of us are unfamiliar with the way of life, we have been chased by the white ghost, after escaping all the way, we are already desperate and can only resist desperately, even if we know that the white ghost cannot be defeated, we still have luck."

"Perhaps it is the path of the heavens, although the white ghost is not afraid of divine magic, it will be as easily affected by wind pressure as smoke. I used the Holy Impact to clear the way for the two of us, and Leo ran as hard as he could on my back. ”

"Later, my mana ran out, and Leo couldn't run, and almost when he died, it was dawn. The white ghost that pounced in front of you disappeared out of thin air, and this feeling of the rest of your life after the catastrophe is something you can't experience in your life. ”

"Just after the two of us were completely relaxed, thinking that we would be blessed if we didn't die, the leader of the caravan actually came back. He attacked us while the two of us were exhausted. ”

"Leo was injured and knocked unconscious by him in order to protect me, but he also won me a chance."

"I took the opportunity to talk to him, delaying time while silently condensing mana."

"Maybe I thought I had the chance of victory, but the caravan leader actually told me who he was."

"His family has always been involved with white ghosts since their ancestors. It is said that his ancestor had the breath of a white ghost on his body because of an accident, and the offspring he gave birth to were all contaminated with the breath of a white ghost. ”

"This aura doesn't affect them, it doesn't give them special abilities, and it doesn't hurt them."

"However, it made their family the coordinates of the white ghosts in this world."

"From his words, I deduced that the white ghost is a creature from another world, and within ten years, he will follow the 'coordinates' contaminated with the breath of the white ghost, come to our world, and then attack people other than the 'coordinates'."

"He triumphantly told me that he was the coordinates of this generation, the white ghost."

"So, those white ghosts actually followed his breath. It's just to attack us. ”

"After he showed off, he planned to kill me, but I didn't expect that I had already taken advantage of his inattention, condensed mana, and killed him with the help of Leo's shield."

"In the end, he died under my sneak attack."

"But because of this, I am also weak and unable to move."

"Although it was already dawn, it was so cold, and we had no luggage on us, so I had to get the clothes of the dead caravan members to keep Leo and myself warm in a coma. Then I was exhausted and passed out. ”

"When I woke up again, I was already in the hotel."

"So, when I said that the Codex was lost, I was not lying to you. There is no need to lie to you. ”

"If you don't believe me, you can find someone to look for it along the river, and if you're lucky, if there are no monsters, the corpses of those caravan members are still there."

"But if you want to find the Codex, you have to go deep into the snowfields of the northern Dokosom Mountains to find it. It's just that our luggage was taken away by the horses, and we don't know if it ended up being food for the monsters or freezing to death in the wilderness. Finding my luggage is like looking for a needle in a haystack. ”

Nock's words deeply shocked Molière and the two.

According to Nock, it basically matches the injuries on the two of them.

Molière also checked that Nock's broken leg was indeed violently twisted after frost necrosis.

"What's the name of that caravan you're talking about?"

Suddenly, Molière asked.

"I don't know the name of their caravan," replied Nock, "but their leader is called Blue, and it is said that every year they travel between the north and the south to resell their wares in winter and spring. ”

"Blue? This man I know has been doing this for more than a decade, and he has a bit of a reputation in the nearby towns. You say he's really an accomplice of the white ghosts? ”

In the face of Molière's questioning, Nock replied honestly: "That's what he said himself, but it's an indisputable fact that he wants to kill us." ”

"Why? As far as I know, that Blue's strength is not high, and there is no need for him to risk attacking you two silver-level masters, which is not in the interests of his merchants. According to him, he could have walked away, anyway, his identity as an accomplice of the white ghost was not revealed. ”

"Perhaps, it's us revealing our wealth." Nock laughed self-deprecatingly, "You can also see how big my entourage is. In just ten days, all our savings were almost spent by him. ”

"Blue's caravan was wiped out by the white ghost, he almost ran for nothing, but we two extremely weak people have a lot of money on them, do you think as a merchant, he doesn't dare to gamble?"

Well, businessmen are heavy on profits and do risk money for money. Nock's words are not unreasonable.

But Father Molière suddenly asked, "Is there a guy named Kerry in Blue's caravan who is also dead?" The guy said he was going to bring me cheese made by his wife. ”

"Kerry? Is there such a person? I didn't know them, so we had contact with them for a long time, and then we were chased by the white ghost for a night. All I remember is a guy named Faemon who co-opted a few people to betray Blue. It was precisely because of his dispute with Blue that the entire team stopped and was caught up by the white ghost. ”

"Oh, I see, it's likely that Kerry is dead on the snow."

"That's a pity!"

Molière, who showed harmony, sneered in his heart: Little fox!

Nock had a polite smile on his face, but he cursed in his heart: Old fox!