Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 71 Glow
In this world where magic and divine arts exist.

Regeneration of severed limbs,

For those spellcasters who have some attainments in related fields, it is actually not a very difficult task.

Some extremely powerful beings, or those closely connected to the realm of the dead, can even directly pull the souls of the dead from the outer planes back to the material world and allow them to be "reborn".

Of course, the premise is that you can pay enough.

Xia Nan had no idea about the strength of this priest who believed in the Sun God.

He just watched with his own eyes as Jeff's hideous wound, which was broken from below the knee, was bathed in the holy light and scabbed over and healed in just a dozen seconds.

But the lost left leg did not grow back.

As for why...

He could only guess that the gold coins had not arrived, or that the priest's strength had not yet reached the level to heal injuries easily.

From the other party's perspective, it is impossible to spend too much energy to heal an injured stranger, even if he is a friend of the sheriff.

"Ok?"

Ingram thought that the negative energy entangled deep in Jeff's flesh and blood would be dispelled under the illumination of the holy light.

Just when I was relieved that my wound had healed, I suddenly noticed the puzzled expression on the pastor's face.

"Sir, is there something wrong?"

He asked somewhat anxiously.

The pastor tapped the ground lightly with the end of his staff, frowned slightly, stared at Jeff on the stretcher, and spoke slowly:
"What he possesses is not just simple undead power."

"There is also some deeper and darker energy residing in it."

Hearing this, the sheriff became even more anxious and asked:

"Then my friend, he..."

"Don't worry, after being bathed in the holy light of the Lord, his life will not be in danger. However, no one knows what the entanglement of negative energy will bring."

"Is there no way to eradicate it?" Ingram looked at Jeff on the ground with concern.

"Find the culprit, the person whose mind was taken over by the undead... maybe we can eliminate the influence he brought."

Xia Nan couldn't help but think back to last night, when Tim was defeated by him.

I thought to myself:
"His strength is definitely within my ability to handle, but after what happened last night, he probably won't show up again in the short term."

"It's a bit troublesome to find him again."

As his eyes moved, he suddenly noticed the halfling next to him who had remained silent since entering the church.

At this moment, facing the pastor's explanation, there was obvious confusion on his face.

His lips moved as if he wanted to ask the pastor something, but in the end he swallowed the words back.

"Ho..."

Just as the atmosphere on the field fell into silence, a painful murmur suddenly came from the stretcher.

"Jeff!?"

The sheriff looked surprised and couldn't help shouting.

"Where... am I?" Jeff supported himself on the ground with his hands and subconsciously tried to stand up.

Suddenly I realized that there was nothing under my feet and I had no strength to move.

I couldn't help but look down.

"My! My legs!?"

His breathing, which had gradually calmed down under the healing of the Holy Light, became rapid again.

Pupils contracted, emotions fluctuated, and an unnatural blush appeared on the face.

Suddenly, I felt a warm and strong force on my shoulder.

Ingram squatted down, clasped his hands tightly on the other's shoulders, and said in a deep voice:
"Look at me, Jeff, look at me, calm down!"

"..."

A man who has spent half his life riding in a carriage has seen countless separations and deaths.

To some extent, perhaps many years ago, he had already prepared himself mentally for the possibility of dying on a mission.

Therefore, he accepted the injury to his left leg very quickly. He didn't even need anyone to enlighten him, and he laughed at himself:

"Daisy and the others always complain in their letters that I don't come home. It's just right now. After so many years, I should take a break."

"Haha, I wonder if he'll get another nickname like 'Cripple Jeff' in the future."

Faced with his friend's behavior, Ingram seemed particularly remorseful.

I saw him clench his fists tightly, with regret on his face:

"Blame me! I saw you in broad daylight. If I had noticed something at that time..."

"Hey!" The middle-aged man who had lost his left leg interrupted and patted the other man on the shoulder. "That's not necessary. For people in our line of work, we are lucky to be able to retire alive."

"By the way, I have to thank you..."

As if he remembered something, Jeff looked at Xia Nan and the other person beside him with gratitude.

Waving his hand, not wanting to extend the topic further, Xia Nan asked:
"How did you feel last night?"

"If it felt like that..." Jeff thought thoughtfully, recalling, "It was like a nightmare?"

"But there is no clear dream image. It's just that the consciousness is pulled out of the body and I can't perceive changes in the outside world."

Not really useful information.

Jeff is just an ordinary person, and he has no ability to resist the erosion of the power of the undead.

Fortunately, after being healed by the priest's holy light, the most serious injuries on his body were alleviated.

Moreover, because of his familiarity with the sheriff's old friend, he received the rare approval of the pastor and was able to recuperate in the church, using the special environment there to suppress the negative energy remaining in the wound.

Under the guidance of relevant personnel, Xia Nan and the half-orc helped send Jeff to the side hall next to it.

For a moment, the sheriff and the priest were the only ones left in the grand and empty chapel.

"Clap."

The air was quiet, with only the slight sound of the cane tapping the ground.

The priest turned, walked up the steps, and slowly approached the edge of the altar.

"How much is left?"

The tone was still as gentle and calm as before.

Ingram withdrew his gaze from the door through which the few people had left.

Take two steps forward, bend your knees, and kneel on one knee.

The hammer hanging from his waist gently hit the stone floor.

"soon."

"He should be able to complete the ritual before the next full moon."

The pastor did not reply.

Just looking at the huge stained glass window in front of me that almost filled the entire wall.

After a long time, he finally said:

"Once you have taken this step, go to Mengzhong City."

“That is the place closest to the Lord.”

Ingram looked up instantly, his blue eyes flashing with complex emotions.

He suddenly lowered his head and said in a deep voice:
"Yes!"

The church fell into dead silence once again.

A beam of morning light shone down from the dome, illuminating the countless tiny dust particles in the air, and also sprinkled on Ingram who was kneeling on one knee.

The smooth semi-long hair falls from the ears to the cheeks. The light plate armor representing the identity of a sheriff reflects the metallic luster, and the golden sun emblem on the cuffs seems to shimmer and glow.

He was bathed in light, but his lowered head caused his face to be shrouded in shadow and could not be seen clearly.

The kind-faced priest stood high on the steps and closed his eyes again.

On the magnificent and mottled stained glass window in front of him, the silver-haired man with a blurred face was still holding high the scales and code in his hands.

Shining glow.

(End of this chapter)