"This spell is very useful; it's excellent for scouting enemy positions. Could you teach me?" Unas asked eagerly.
Priests and Paladins are both users of the Holy Light, and many of their skills are in common. I wonder if it's possible to learn skills across classes.
Whitemane did not refuse outright. "Spiritual cultivation cannot be rushed. If you are willing to start from the basics, I can teach you."
"Of course I'd like to." Unas thought to himself that he should agree first, since there was no harm in it.
"Okay, I'll teach you when I have time. Now let's get down to business," the silver-haired female Priest said, stomping on a brick on the ground. "The person is down there. Help me move this brick."
Unas crouched down and pried open the stone slab, which was about a meter in diameter. Amidst the billowing dust, a deep underground cave appeared before him.
"Could this be someone's tomb?" Disturbing the resting place of fallen heroes— Whitemane had even more ruthless tendencies than he imagined.
"Don't worry, this is an empty tomb. It was originally prepared for a high-ranking nobleman, but for some reason it was never used and was transferred to my father's name," Whitemane explained as he groped his way down the steps into the cave. "Come down quickly and seal the entrance."
It seems that ancient people did indeed have the habit of preparing for their afterlife. Unas nodded, followed him into the cave, and covered the stone slab again.
A beam of white light shone down below, Whitemane's staff was enveloped in a ball of light, illuminating the narrow staircase like a searchlight.
The air was thick and murky. Unas coughed twice and, using the light, caught up with Whitemane. The two went down the stairs to an empty, rectangular stone chamber.
"Further down, we're on the third floor." Whitemane turned around, his staff illuminating another downward staircase.
This underground cave is actually three levels deep. Only nobles and the most outstanding warriors could enjoy this kind of underground palace-style tomb. The size and depth of the underground palace were also differentiated according to their status. This one is undoubtedly a very high-level one.
The second floor was also an empty stone chamber, but the third floor was different, with a stone coffin placed in the center of the room.
Under Whitemane's command, the coffin lid was removed, revealing a figure tightly bound inside the sarcophagus. Unas glanced at the prisoner and was slightly surprised by the curves of his physique.
The condemned prisoner turned out to be a woman, but unfortunately her head was covered by a black cloth bag, so her face couldn't be seen.
Unas asked, "What crime did she commit?"
"Summoning demons, slaughtering her colleagues—even dying ten times wouldn't be enough to atone for her sins. You don't need to feel any guilt." Whitemane's voice was cold.
Unas felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. He touched his heart, which was trembling with cold. If the demons here were discovered, they would be doomed.
At this moment, he couldn't afford to feel guilty, so he immediately put on a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor. "Such heinous criminals should be publicly executed as a warning."
"Indeed, but her identity is special and cannot be made public; her arrest and Judgment were conducted in secret."
This sparked Unas's curiosity. "What special identity does she have?"
"Let's get down to business first, I'll explain later."
Whitemane was well-prepared; she took out a knife, bandages, needles and thread, and a bunch of other medical supplies from her small bag.
"First, cut open her trachea. Once the blood blocks it, sew up the wound. She'll suffocate in less than two minutes," Whitemane, this half- Doctor turned assassin, found it quite convenient. "This is the least damaging method to her body, and it might even reduce the Spell Resistance she's gained."
Spell Resistance is like immunity. Once a person has had smallpox, they will never get it again because their body has developed antibodies against it.
The same applies to Spell Resistance. If a person survives being hit by 10,000 Fireballs in a row, their fire resistance might rise to the point of fire immunity at that moment.
The resurrected person will also develop resistance to the Resurrection, so it is impossible to resurrect the same person indefinitely. Perhaps the second or the hundredth time, the human body will naturally resist the spell.
"Why go through all that trouble? If you don't want to harm her body, just suffocate her by covering her mouth and nose with a cloth."
"Doing it that way won't leave any wounds, and it might not be good for me to feel the spell. What do you think about this?" Whitemane rarely asked Unas for his opinion on the Resurrection.
"Let's do it your way." The two people Unas saved were both seriously injured, and he didn't know what the difference would be if they hadn't been wounded.
Whitemane nodded and began to work. She picked up a scalpel and, like a surgeon, carefully began to perform a throat-cutting operation.
The surgery was perfect, with only a little blood loss. During the operation, the condemned prisoner's body convulsed a few times instinctively, and he quickly suffocated to death while unconscious.
"Let's get started quickly," Whitemane urged, sounding impatient.
Unas raised his hands and silently uttered "Redemption." Golden light emanated from his palms and pointed towards the condemned prisoner's corpse, causing the small wound on the prisoner's throat to heal rapidly at a visible speed.
Whitemane first observed carefully, then placed his hand on the condemned prisoner's body, closing his eyes to feel the flow of Holy Light.
As the spell neared its end, she raised a hand and whispered, "Don't move."
She narrowed her eyes slightly and gently placed her hand on Unas's hand. This action did not interrupt the spellcasting. She breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and continued to sense the flow of Holy Power.
The light faded, the spell was complete, and the two remained motionless. Whitemane didn't move, Unas dared not move either.
Whitemane felt the lingering effects of the spell, and the two remained in the casting posture for a while before the silver-haired prosecutor finally let out a satisfied breath and opened his eyes.
Unas, who was carefully observing her beauty, was about to look away with a guilty conscience when he was met not with the disdain and contempt he had expected, but with a radiant smile like that of an angel.
"You succeeded?" Unas certainly didn't believe that the smile was only for him; Whitemane seemed to have gained a lot.
"Not yet, but I have a general understanding of the basics of magic," Whitemane said with a smile. "If I come a few more times, maybe I'll be able to learn the Resurrection!"