Sending Away

Why did you become like this?

Ailante exclaimed in disbelief. He could explain the transformation of the city's inhabitants as due to special circumstances, but this was the case for fellow Spirit Realm Traveler.

That means he must have gained the trust of the local rulers and obtained a special supply of ' Dragon-Transformation Potion '.

But that's unlikely. People here attack any 'outsider' they see right away; it's impossible to gain their full trust in such a short time.

Either they possess the ability to make Dragon-Transformation Potion themselves, since places where Dragon Blood is found contain a material that can be used to make Dragon-Transformation Potion.

Moreover, given that he was brought here by those ' Half-Dragon,' his thoughts were already leaning towards the latter.

"You've successfully concocted the Dragon-Transformation Potion?"

"It wasn't me, it was my companion."

Velint smiled, skipped further pleasantries, and went straight to the point;

"Now, you won't be attacked by the guards here, as long as you don't attack them first."

"Then we've found out what the Trial's objective is..."

Velint explained to these people in detail that the High Priest was the culprit behind the disaster, and told them that they needed to find him themselves.

In accordance with Fran's instructions, the exact strength of the High Priest was omitted, only stating that it was best to deal with him in a team of multiple people.

Ailante then recalled in his mind who was around Velint when she entered the Trial.

His first thought was of that yellow robe. There was no way around it; it was just too famous. The newspapers had been reporting on the Spirit Realm robber in the yellow robe for almost half a month. It could be said that this was the biggest evil incident in the Spirit Realm reported in the last ten years.

Perhaps the editors were robbed in the Spirit Realm, which led them to use such exaggerated language to describe these people in yellow robes.

So when he entered the preparation space for the Trial and saw Fran in her yellow robes, his heart skipped a beat, thinking he had encountered these habitual robbers.

But then he thought, this is Trial, and I can't use Spirit Realm Guide with plundering properties; I can only use the Trial Key. What am I afraid of?!

But then you told me that the other party was a master potion maker, capable of creating Dragon-Transformation Potion under such circumstances.

Ailante frowned. He knew very well that without a good set of equipment, the success rate of Apothecary would drop significantly.

In this 'primitive' place, he estimated that there were no tools that Apothecary would need.

Even the formula for the Dragon-Transformation Potion here is completely different from that outside, since there isn't such high-level Dragon Blood outside, and there aren't enough other materials here either.

It's nothing short of a miracle that they were still able to create the Dragon-Transformation Potion.

"And you guys, aren't you going to go look for them?"

A Spirit Realm Traveler spoke up, somewhat confused by the other party's line of thought, asking them to explain these things.

Logically speaking, as long as you make a contribution, you should be able to pass this Trial.

In this situation, if even one of them can find that High Priest, they will most likely pass the Trial.

Therefore, in this situation, the other party's intentions are questionable.

Velint smiled and said:

"We've already accumulated enough contribution points. Now we just need to stand out and get noticed by the Spirit Realm to obtain higher-level Talent... We don't need this contribution point, so we'll leave it to you."

Because Velint participated in the battle against a First Order Mage and performed well in the fight, she felt that all that was left after passing this Trial was to wait for the Trial period to end.

Although dying in the Trial might still result in advancement, the chances would be lower. To be on the safe side, she decided to stay here and waste time.

Fran needs to make a significant contribution to force the Spirit Realm to acknowledge that she has passed the Trial.

Furthermore, Fran estimated that they wouldn't be able to find the High Priest until the night of the seventh day, when the High Priest, who had transformed into a dragon, might just happen to appear.

So Fran simply sent these people Monsa City to search for them. Perhaps one of them possessed a powerful Arts for finding people and could locate the High Priest High Priest, who was indeed somewhere desperately trying to become a dragon.

If they can find it, Fran can now use the blessing given to her by the Lord of Radiance to directly kill that dragon.

I directly killed the 'disaster' itself, which must have been a huge contribution!

In fact, Fran is planning to do the same thing now. She has been misled by the Lord of Radiance and is going to fight the High Priest in a few days.

The group of Spirit Realm Traveler looked at each other, and finally one of them asked:

"Can we leave now?"

"That's enough."

Only then did someone push open the door and go out.

After someone took the lead, the others couldn't wait to follow. After all, they suddenly had hope of passing the Trial again, and no one wanted to give up easily.

Ailante was the last person who hadn't left yet. He glanced at Velint for a few seconds, then finally went out through the door.

It was evening on the third day of Fran's Trial. The sun was about to set, but it was still bright outside the Divine Temple.

But now, torches have been lit early and tied around the square to illuminate the scene in the center.

Bloodstains remained on the floor, telling the story of the fierce battle that took place at noon that day.

With a crisp 'thud,' a cane struck the floor, then rose again, and quickly fell back down.

The person holding the cane was an elderly man with many wrinkles and spots on his hands, but he moved forward steadily and powerfully with each step.

Upon hearing the distinctive sound, Tors immediately turned around and, ignoring the excruciating pain from his tearing wounds, rushed to the old man's side.

"Priest Eugene, you've finally arrived, I..."

Tors was so excited that he was momentarily speechless.

"Priest Tors, take your time. What about High Priest Angmar? How are the others?"

Eugene's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, almost obscuring his aged face, causing Tors to instinctively lower his head.

"We couldn't find High Priest Angmar, and they won't allow us to go any closer to the Divine Temple."

"According to my and several other priests' identification, those people are indeed the group we sent to the ' Land Forsaken by God '."

A hint of confusion appeared on Eugene's tense face as he slowly said:

"Oh... so it seems that what those people were saying—that God saved them, and that we worship a false god—is indeed true..."

His tone was tinged with confusion, which then turned to anger. He slammed his cane down hard on the floor in a fit of rage, making a loud noise.

"But I don't care what those people want to say... I only know that the god the priests serve is the god worshipped in Monsa City."