My bloodline is so eager to improve.

The guild was still bustling with activity.

The adventurers sat in small groups around the table, drinking, chatting, and checking the mission bulletin board. However, because of the winter break, there seemed to be far fewer people here than usual.

However, when Otto arrived at the Adventurers' Guild, he saw a figure he hadn't seen in a long time—Ymir.

Upon seeing Ymir, Otto walked over excitedly; it seemed his long-awaited journey to the Fire and the dungeon was finally about to begin.

Chapter 262 Supervision, Ceremony, and Invitation (6K)

Upon seeing Otto, whom he hadn't seen for several days, Ymir also seemed somewhat excited.

"Otto!"

A clear and warm voice rang out within the Adventurers' Guild, and Ymir walked up to him in a few steps.

The high priest of the Church of Light was exceptionally tall, and his rapid approach was quite imposing.

To Otto's surprise, Ymir seemed to be wearing a different robe today.

Her off-white priestess robe was embroidered with layers of golden flame patterns, and the collar and cuffs were trimmed with fine, deep red velvet. A wide leather belt was tied around her waist, outlining her voluptuous yet powerful waistline.

Her long, golden hair was braided into thick plaits that hung over her shoulders, with tiny gold bells tied to the ends that made a soft, tinkling sound as she moved.

The moment those emerald green eyes saw Otto, a look of joy immediately welled up inside them.

Before Otto could even say hello, Ymir stretched out his arms and pulled him into a hug without a word.

Otto felt a warm sensation accompanied by a soft touch on his face.

The other person's embrace was like a wall basking in the midday sun, the fabric still carrying a faint scent of pine, soft and warm, completely enveloping him.

"Oh, my dear child, it's been quite a few days since we last met."

Ymir gently patted his back, his voice full of genuine concern.

As she released her grip, she looked down at Otto's face, her brows furrowing slightly, and her tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Your mental state doesn't seem very stable."

"What, is that necromancer here again, demanding payment?"

Otto was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

He knew that Ymir had always been extremely wary of Maeve, but in reality, his exhaustion along the way was entirely due to the mental energy depleted while communicating with the amber.

After all, amber is an undead creation, and most of the time it still needs to be directed with mental power.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was about to escalate, Otto quickly began to explain.

“You misunderstand, Ms. Ymir.”

I only went out of the city to conduct some experiments for the mages, which only expended some of my mental energy.

Upon hearing this, Ymir simply snorted and didn't press the matter further.

She slowly released her hand, her fingertips slightly raised, and a wisp of warm firelight drifted from her fingertips, slowly sprinkling around Otto like scattered starlight.

The firelight wasn't scorching; instead, it was as gentle as the morning sun. As soon as it touched his body, Otto felt the throbbing headache caused by the depletion of his mental energy subside at a visible speed.

His previously sluggish mind instantly cleared up considerably, even the heaviness in his limbs disappeared, and all his fatigue seemed to be smoothed out by warm water.

Otto thought it was probably some kind of magic from the Order of the Light, or perhaps a priest's divine art.

Clearly, Ymir was very concerned about his condition.

While the two were exchanging pleasantries, Maeve and Una, who were standing at the door, simply waved in Yumir's direction as a greeting before turning around and climbing the wooden stairs to the second floor to pack their things and leave.

They had taken care of their business in Oaktown, and now it was time for them to go their separate ways.

Only after watching the two figures disappear around the corner of the stairs did Otto turn his gaze back to Ymir and ask seriously.

"Madam, did you receive the letter I asked someone to deliver to you?"

He wrote down two important things in his letter.

One issue was Farah's problem, and the other was that after inquiring about how to obtain the Fire Seed, he wanted to invite Ymir to join him in exploring the newly discovered dungeon in Silverfrost Valley.

Ymir nodded and pointed in the direction of the office.

"Of course I received it, but there are too many people around here, so it's not convenient to talk. I found an empty office, let's go in and talk slowly."

After saying this, Ymir immediately turned and left the hall, but Otto did not leave right away.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a series of wax-printed letters, which Herald had asked him to mail to the War Cult.

The Adventurers' Guild itself has a messenger station on the first floor, right there at the wooden counter in the corner of the hall. All the letters and packages coming and going in and out of town are transferred from here, which is very convenient.

He walked to the counter at the messenger station and handed the letter over.

Behind the counter sat a young messenger wearing a baseball cap, with a shiny leather letterbox slung over his back. He took the letter, glanced at the wax mark, and quoted the price without looking up.

“Send to the capital, three copper coins.”

Otto readily took out three copper Thorns and placed them on the counter, the coins clinking together with a crisp sound.

This amount of money was nothing to Otto. He had learned the complete Star Breathing Technique from Helarek, and the value of that technique alone was worth countless bronze Thorns.

It was just the postage for sending a letter; he wasn't going to be stingy.

After the messenger put the letter away, registered it, and gave him a reply slip, Otto turned and went upstairs, following Ymir to the empty office at the end of the corridor.

The room wasn't big, but it was very tidy.

A heavy oak desk stood in the middle, with a leather-covered chair on each side.

An old bookshelf stood by the window, filled with theological texts and adventure diaries.

In the corner sat a copper kettle boiling water, emitting wisps of white steam, and a faint, sweet honey aroma filled the air.

After Otto went inside, he closed the door behind him and took out a silencing amulet from his pocket, gently placing it on the doorknob.

As the faint aura of magic dissipated, the sounds inside the room could no longer be heard.

Once everything was ready, Otto sat down opposite Ymir and took a sip of the honey tea that had just been poured for him.

The sweet warmth slid down his throat, making him feel even better, which had already calmed him down considerably.

It was at this moment that Ymir spoke first, tapping the table lightly with her fingertips, her tone much more serious than before.

“I’ve read about the vampire Farah you mentioned in your letter, and her situation.”

This is indeed rare, and I might not believe it if someone else said it, but I'm willing to believe you, my child.

But at that moment, Ymir changed the subject, as if he had already made a decision.

"What I must tell you is that even if the ghouls that attack ordinary people have nothing to do with Farah, she still needs to be subject to supervision."

Vampires must be brought under the supervision of each church.

This is an ironclad rule that has stood for thousands of years; there is no room for negotiation.

It wasn't that Ymir didn't trust Otto, but rather that the characteristics of vampires were what they were.

They possess lifespans far exceeding those of ordinary people and wield bizarre powers; once they lose control and become bloodthirsty, they can cause widespread casualties.

For thousands of years, the Church has had countless dealings with vampires, establishing rules of control to protect ordinary mortals as well as vampires who wish to live among humans, preventing them from being consumed by desire.

Otto nodded in understanding, having anticipated Ymir's reaction.

Ymir valued rules and principles highly, a fact that Otto was well aware of.

Thinking of this, Otto put down his teacup and said slowly.

“In the village of Lot where I used to live, there was an elder who was a retired priest of the War Cult.”

If possible, could she be Farah's supervisor?

Upon hearing this, Ymir was somewhat puzzled.

"A retired priest of the War Cult?"

You mean, a priest who survived a war?

"Are any of those muscle-bound idiots, who only care about charging forward, actually alive and retired?"

Ymir was somewhat surprised, as this seemed different from what she knew about the war priests, but since it was Otto, she was naturally willing to believe him.

"As long as there are people connected to the church who have been baptized by the true God to supervise, the requirements in this regard are not too strict."

"I'll handle the procedures with the Righteous Gods Alliance; it won't be long before it's approved."

The issue of Farah was finally settled, which went even more smoothly than Otto had anticipated.

Although Farah's life might be a little troublesome afterward, it's still much better than being wiped out by this high priest as a misunderstanding.

However, after resolving Fara's matter, Ymir looked at Otto again with a puzzled expression.

"Fara's matter is relatively minor. But what about you? Why do you want a second spark?"

You didn't elaborate in the letter.

The fire of the goddess of light is a divine element bestowed by the gods, and its preciousness is self-evident. Ymir hopes to know why Otto seeks the fire.

Otto didn't hide anything from this, and simply explained it.

"I need the spark to break through to the Grandmaster level."

Of all the divine powers Otto could access, the fire of the Goddess of Light was the gentlest and safest choice.

Compared to the blessings of barbarians mixed with madness, or the filthy blessings of evil gods, the power of the Goddess of Light is as pure as a clear spring.

"The divine eye of light that the goddess bestowed upon me has helped me a great deal, as has the case with the first spark of fire."

At this point, he softened his tone and added, half-jokingly.

"Praise be to the goddess for her kindness and generosity. I think that with the goddess's magnanimity, she wouldn't mind if a mere believer like me asked for another spark of fire, would she?"

He spoke with extreme caution, not because he was afraid of anything, but because Ymir, though seemingly kind, was inwardly a complete fanatic.

He didn't want to say something wrong and get whipped by the other party.

Upon hearing this, Ymir smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"It seems that the book on the light I gave you wasn't a waste of time after all."

But after feeling relieved, she shook her head and announced the answer with a hint of regret.

"It is a great pity, my child, that I am powerless to help with the matter of the spark."

Each spark of fire is a gift bestowed by the goddess upon her subjects, and only those who pass the trials personally set by the goddess are qualified to receive it.

It's simply unavailable through normal channels.

Just as Otto felt a pang of disappointment, he heard Ymir change the subject.

"However, if you really want to get a second spark, it's not entirely impossible."

As Ymir said this, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. Seeing Otto's surprised expression, he slowly continued.

"You can proactively apply to the goddess for a trial."

Otto was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this the same as actively going to the boss to ask to work overtime?

Having been a member of the Lantern Family for so long, he had always passively accepted the goddess's decrees from the raven, and had never taken the initiative to contact the deity. Although he had this thought, he didn't know what to do for the time being.

But Yumir was very familiar with the route.

As a high priestess, she has presided over many blessing ceremonies and has also helped several senior priests apply for trials; she is very familiar with the process.

"I know the procedure of the ceremony, and I also know how to set up the altar."

Ymir spoke slowly, but very clearly.

"I will prepare the holy oil, the holy flame core, and the mold as soon as possible. The time is set for midnight tomorrow."

At midnight, the magic of nature is at its purest, and it is easiest to communicate with divine will.

When you enter the ceremony formation, you will be filled with reverence.

If the goddess senses your faith and aptitude, she will send down trials for you.

If you pass the trial, the second spark will naturally be yours.

At this point, her expression became more serious, and she added again.

"But I must remind you that trials are always accompanied by dangers."