The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 92 Returning to the Temple

The streets of the upper town were much brighter than the tavern, and Lorraine struggled to carry the two of them toward the Temple of Dawn.

A cold wind kept blowing in through the cracks in the house, and the two hands wrapped around my neck felt as cold as ice.

Anya's body grew heavier and heavier, almost pressing all her weight onto his shoulders.

Lorraine glanced to the side; a fine layer of cold sweat had formed on her forehead, and her breathing had become dry and weak.

"Anya? Hang in there, we'll be there soon."

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Anya's lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed from Lorraine's arms.

"!"

Lorraine was startled. She quickly bent down and caught her waist before she fell to the ground, pulling her into her arms.

"Anya!"

Eileen leaned against Lorraine's chest, reaching out to touch her forehead. The warmth from her fingertips made her frown instantly: "She has a high fever... How could this happen? Ghoul fever shouldn't take effect this quickly."

"It's alright, the temple isn't far away."

Lorraine gritted his teeth and picked Anya up, letting her forehead rest against his breastplate, relying on the coolness of the breastplate to help cool her down.

The person who was unconscious was much heavier than usual, and he was almost too weak to lift him. Fortunately, he had just increased his strength.

He glanced at Eileen, whose steps were unsteady, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"...certainly!"

Eileen frowned, wanting to punch him to show off her strong physique.

But raising his hand was too much effort, so he could only pout to express his protest against his underestimation of him.

She had no more strength left, but she didn't want to be a burden to them at this time, so she stubbornly used her staff as a crutch and stumbled her way to them.

Lorraine took a deep look at her retreating figure, exhaled, and followed her footsteps forward.

They crossed the alleyway and turned onto the main road leading to the temple.

The three towers of the Temple of Dawn are also very conspicuous in the night, with the tips of the towers seemingly burning with fire forever, guiding all believers.

Occasionally, you'll encounter a few private soldiers or young people hurrying along the way. Upon seeing their appearance, they'll flee as if trying to avoid you, most likely sneaking out at night to find some fun.

They hurried along and finally arrived at the stone plaza in front of the temple. Lorraine looked up and saw a person standing to the side of the temple entrance.

Magnificent full plate armor...a massive two-handed sword...

It's Ryan!

He planted his exaggerated two-handed greatsword on the ground, standing motionless in the night wind.

If Lorraine hadn't recognized the armor, she might have mistaken it for a statue placed in a temple.

"Rain! Come quick, Anya's injured!"

He struggled to climb the steps, and Anya was nestled softly in his arms, letting out a soft, unconscious hum as he moved.

The moment Raine saw them, he took a step forward and quickly approached Lorraine. Although his expression couldn't be seen through the visor, his trembling voice betrayed his emotions: "What's wrong? What happened to Anya?"

"She was struck by a ghoul's claws. We've given her healing potions and antidotes, but they're not very effective. I suspect she's contracted a fever. Quickly, take her to a priest!"

Lorraine briefly described the situation and handed Anya over.

Raine quickly swung the two-handed greatsword back behind him and carefully reached out his arms to catch Anya.

"I'll take her to the treatment room. Deacon Erwin is at the temple tonight!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned and rushed toward the door, a faint red light emanating from his body.

charge..

Lorraine watched with reverence as his figure disappeared through the doorway, then let out a long sigh and slumped down on the stone steps.

Once his highly tense mind relaxed, a wave of fatigue quickly washed over him, relentlessly eroding his senses.

"That won't do..."

""

Eileen leaned against a stone pillar at the temple entrance, raising an eyebrow at him defiantly. But before she could finish speaking, her knees buckled, and she nearly fell to the ground.

She quickly grabbed her staff to steady herself, her ears turning red instantly. She bit her lip and turned her face away, unwilling to let Lorraine see her in such a disheveled state.

Lorraine didn't take the opportunity to mock her. He pushed himself up on his knees and stood up again. He took two steps forward, walked up to her, extended his hand, and said softly, "You've worked hard... Come on, let me take you to rest."

"you..."

Eileen glanced at him quickly, hesitated for a moment, and finally huffed in a huff, gripped his hand tightly, and leaned against him.

She smelled the pine scent on him, took a deep sniff, and wrinkled her nose.

Lorraine chuckled softly and helped her step by step into the temple.

It was already late at night, and only a few priests on night watch occasionally walked through the temple hall.

The air was still filled with the scent of incense, and compared to the stench of decay from the sewers, this place felt like another world.

A hurried footstep came from the side corridor, and Steward Erwin, who had changed into a plain white robe, strode out.

Upon seeing their appearance, he first widened his eyes slightly, then quickened his pace and walked closer.

May the dawn heal your wounds.

Erwin raised his hand and cast a [Group Healing Mantra], then asked with genuine concern, "By the Dawn! Raine said you encountered ghouls, are you injured anywhere else?"

The warm light enveloped the two of them, and the pain and soreness in their muscles disappeared instantly.

"Thank you, Mr. Erwin."

Lorraine let out a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of renewed energy. Irene, disregarding her own condition, anxiously asked, "Deacon, how is Anya?"

"Please rest assured, there is a priest on duty in the treatment room, and they are handling the situation. You brought her here in time, and her life is not in danger."

Irwin's voice was gentle and steady. He glanced at the two people behaving intimately and continued, "Now we are worried about you two. Please come with me; the guest room is still empty, just like last time."

Lorraine nodded, suddenly finding him much more pleasing to the eye than last time; it was good to have an organization protecting you.

He helped Eileen catch up with Erwin's pace, and soon, unable to contain his leisure time, he began to look around at his surroundings.

Lorraine had come in a hurry last time and hadn't had a chance to look around properly, but now she discovered that both sides of the corridor were covered with murals.

The image above depicts the ancient legend of the God of Dawn spreading light with his arms to dispel darkness, which appears magnificent and sacred.