83. Explanation

Jasper and Abbott were unable to see the Divine Light around their bodies, which made Roy realize that he seemed to be different from them.

But then he immediately thought of High Priest Reed ...

Indeed, High Priest Reed was able to sense these Divine Light of light. He simply couldn't see the invisible tentacles beneath the Holy Light Seed, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call them roots, since they were connected to that Holy Light Seed — the Holy Light Seed that had already sprouted.

The seed grew rapidly within Roy's body, enabling Roy to become Third-Rank Novice Priest in just three weeks.

In addition, Roy discovered that his advancement this time seemed to be related to the purification of the dead souls on the ship. Every time he cleared away a dead soul, the Holy Light Seed could absorb some Soul Ash, and he could clearly feel that it was those Soul Ash that were nourishing the roots of the Holy Light Seed.

Seeing the confusion on Jasper and Abbott's faces, Roy didn't know how to explain...

Should I tell them that there's a sapling inside my body that grows three tentacles?

"I think this advancement is very likely related to purifying these dead souls..." Roy said.

Each time he advanced, he could feel a significant increase in his mental strength.

Roy could only sense the Divine Light within a foot of his body before, but now the range he could sense has increased slightly, though not by much.

Of course, Roy can't always see these Divine Light floating around him; he needs to completely calm down and perceive them with his heart.

This advancement gave him a wonderful feeling of power returning to his body.

Roy stood in the corridor and swung the Wooden Hammer in his hand again. Sure enough, it felt a little lighter than before...

Jasper moved closer to Roy, scrutinizing Roy carefully from head to toe, and asked doubtfully, "Really? Purifying the souls of the dead can grant me the Holy Light Power? Then I should take on more of these kinds of jobs in the future."

Abbott disagreed with this claim. "I don't think there's any basis for it. Didn't we purify quite a few vengeful spirits before? Why didn't we see any effect? It's just that every time the Goddess's Holy Radiance descends, we can successfully advance..."

Jasper remarked with considerable emotion, "So being favored by the Goddess and becoming one of her God's Chosen is far more effective than praying day and night..."

"The spirits in the Oar Room on the left haven't been cleared away yet. We can try again tomorrow; maybe it will actually work!"

After Roy finished speaking, he walked down the narrow stairs. The second-floor cabin below the deck smelled strongly. The three quickened their pace and arrived at the opening in the hull. Jasper had made a simple wooden door like a manhole cover there. Opening this door, they could see the beach below the ship...

However, the tide is rising now, and the seawater has come up, with waves constantly washing over the bottom of the boat.

The manhole cover and wooden door are less than two meters above the beach.

Roy jumped down first and landed steadily on the beach.

When we passed by the pier, it was the peak time for fishing boats to dock, and many fishmongers were scrambling to buy seafood.

Roy spotted Ms. Jillian, dressed in a leather jacket, among the fishmongers. She was squeezed in the crowd, holding an iron hook, which she was using to pull a large fish weighing over a hundred pounds onto a flatbed cart.

She ruthlessly pushed aside the fishmongers who were also vying for the big fish, and the noisy shouts blended together.

Once she had pulled half of the fish onto the cart, Ms. Jillian stepped on the fish's head, raised her fish-killing knife high, and announced to the surrounding fishmongers that the tuna belonged to her.

This series of movements was very swift.

Roy felt that Sabrina was a lot like her; they both had that same drive in everything they did.

The youngest daughter Moira, is gentle and introverted, the complete opposite of Ms. Jillian's personality.

Roy didn't go straight home; instead, he went into the Main Hall of the temple and found High Priest Reed praying devoutly before the statue of the god.

High Priest Reed stopped praying, opened his eyes, and turned to look at Roy, who was waiting quietly to the side, his eyes questioning...

Roy quickly stepped forward and expressed his confusion: Of the three of them— Jasper, Abbott, and himself—why was he the only one who could sense the surrounding Holy Light Particle? And why was he the only one who could infuse holy light into weapons?

High Priest Reed looked gently at Roy and said:

"Roy, your perception is correct; there are indeed Holy Light Particle around us."

"You can sense these Holy Light Particle, while they cannot. This is related to your Holy Light Affinity, meaning your body is more compatible with the holy light."

"Of course, as a Novice Priest, as their rank increases, their affinity with Holy Light Affinity will also increase. One day they will see these Holy Light Particle and understand that there is another world around them, and that world has always existed."

"So... you can now infuse the Wooden Hammer with holy light and keep that holy light within it indefinitely?"

Roy glanced down at the Wooden Hammer hanging at his waist, then nodded in agreement.

High Priest Reed seemed interested and patted Roy on the shoulder, saying, "Come with me..."

The two walked from the Main Hall into the empty Side Hall. In this room, besides a high platform with a silver plate, there was a square Holy Water Pool about one meter in size against the wall at the back. When Roy saw that it was full of clear water, he guessed why High Priest Reed had brought him here.

"Roy, try pouring holy light into this pool," High Priest Reed said to him.

Roy stood beside the Holy Water Pool, his palms facing upwards in front of his chest. A soft holy light appeared in his hands. As he placed the holy light he held in his hands into the Holy Water Pool, the holy light gathered in the pool and did not disperse. Then, the holy light began to spread in the water, dyeing the surrounding clear water a light gold.

"That's right, I never expected... you're actually the fourth Priest in the temple to infuse the Holy Light Power into the Holy Water Pool," High Priest Reed said with delight.

"You will be in charge of preparing the holy water needed for tomorrow's gathering, but you should also do what you can. If the Holy Light Power is about to run out, you should let me know in time."

"Okay, teacher!" Roy readily agreed.

Roy was also very happy that he could finally share some of the temple's affairs with High Priest Reed.

At least it made him feel that he wasn't just taking the four hundred Kole the temple gave him every week for nothing...

As Roy pushed open the gate to his house, Moira from next door appeared on the terrace.

Her delicate face seemed to possess some kind of magical Magic Power, allowing Roy to instantly forget all his troubles.

She cautiously asked Roy, "Roy, in the duel this morning... did you win?"

Her voice was clear and sweet...

Roy touched his still-sore left shoulder and stood in the doorway, replying, "How did you know?"

Moira said smugly, "Because you weren't injured, at least you didn't come back lying down!"

"..."

Roy fell silent. He went inside, washed his face, and then took his clothes to the balcony to wash. He asked Moira on the neighboring terrace, "Does losing always mean getting hurt?"

Moira sat on the balcony railing, her hands resting on the bars on either side. Although her skin was somewhat ashen, her pretty face possessed the serene aura unique to Dark Moon Elf ...

"Roy, your opponent is Silver Moon Elf, right?" she blinked her clear eyes and asked Roy.

"That's right," Roy replied.

Moira tilted her head and said with absolute certainty, "That's it... Silver Moon Elf won't show mercy to Half-Elf!"

Undeniably, the Silver Moon Elf here harbor a deep-seated prejudice against Half-Elf.

"Moira, you and Sabrina have been helping me practice my martial arts these past few days, otherwise I wouldn't have won this duel. I'm very grateful for that. Is there anything I can do for you?" Roy said to Moira with a grin as he hung the washed shirt on the clothesline.

Moira pouted, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Roy, then tell me another story..."

Roy sat down on a wicker chair on the terrace and said, "Let me think, let me see if there are any stories I haven't told yet... I've got it, I'll tell you a story from ' The "The Adventures of Pinocchio" '..."

With the two of them more than five meters apart, Roy didn't even need to raise his voice to tell the story of Pinocchio.

At night, Moira lay on a wooden bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, and said to Sabrina, who was sitting by the window drying her wet hair, "Sister, do you really think Pinocchio exists?"

Sabrina turned to look at Moira, who was wearing a revealing camisole nightgown, revealing an alluring peach-shaped outline of her fair and full breasts.

Feeling the sea breeze was a bit strong that night, I reached out and closed the window.

He turned around and sat down on Moira's bedside, reached out and touched her head before saying, "I guess this Pinocchio must be a high-level magical puppet, and he must have Puppet Heart and rudimentary intelligence. He must have been created by an Great Mage."

"Oh, I see!"

Moira blinked her clear, azure eyes, her delicate face revealing an unexpectedly adorable expression...

Meanwhile, in the storeroom of the Goddess of Freedom Temple on Brown Street, in front of the full-length Bronze Mirror, stood a silver candlestick with a candle inserted in it, the candlelight emitting a faint holy light.

At this moment, the linen cloth covering the Bronze Mirror was removed by Priest Anderson and tossed onto a shelf to the side.

Priest Anderson sat on a wooden chair, his eyes sunken, with thick dark circles under his eyes and gaunt face, making him look somewhat like a zombie.

He raised his hands, which were now just skin and fascia covering the bones.

Anderson's eyes were filled with weariness, and his voice carried a sense of despondency and despair as he whispered to himself in front of the mirror:

"I've tried all the methods you mentioned, but they didn't work. They had absolutely no effect, not even the slightest response..."