I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 151 Healing Mantra (4K)

Maeve carried a pot to the Colt Hotel.

When Wilder arrived at her residence on Bruce, she was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

A pot of fragrant and rich vegetable oatmeal porridge.

Upon hearing Wild's request for her help in treating Talia, she agreed without hesitation.

"But the porridge in the pot—"

"Take it!"

Wilder said.

He smelled the fragrance filling the room, which tasted even better than the wild fruit oatmeal porridge that was the signature dish of the Colt Inn.

Nutritional supplements are also important, especially for Talia, who has an enormous appetite.

Although Melder's idea was somewhat biased, the result of doing so was correct.

When the two arrived at the second floor of the Colt Inn and pushed open the door to Wilder's room, Talia was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

Except for the time she used her last bit of strength to open her eyes in the forest, saw Wilder, and said "You saw it," she never woke up again.

Multiple frostbite wounds and a more severe sword wound on her lower abdomen were quite serious, and the intense physical pain she was enduring robbed her of consciousness.

It will probably be a long time before he wakes up.

As Wilder was thinking this, the aroma of oatmeal porridge emanating from Maeve's pot filled the small single room.

"I'm so hungry————"

Talia woke up from the smell and muttered to herself.

Wilder and Maeve immediately moved closer.

Her consciousness was still extremely hazy, her eyelids twitched slightly, and her weary eyes only opened slightly.

Wilder paused for a moment.

Her pupils were only visible for a fleeting moment, but he saw them.

She opened her eyes at night, but it was too dark for him to see clearly.

He saw it very clearly just now.

Those pupils, which were originally light blue, were now crimson.

It's exactly the same crimson color as the red dragon's pupils.

This once again confirmed Wilder's idea that Talia was indeed the red dragon.

She not only transformed herself into human form using a spell or ability he was not yet aware of, but also changed the color of her eyes.

At this point, she was severely injured and probably no longer had the energy to maintain the disguise of her eye color, so it reverted to its original crimson hue.

Wilder glanced at Maeve beside him, who was staring at Talia's face with an extremely concerned expression.

Did she see it?

he does not know.

If he could, he didn't intend to tell anyone his theory that Talia was actually a red dragon.

Even though he knew Maeve was a simple and kind girl, it still didn't work.

Perhaps we can guarantee she won't talk, but who can guarantee she won't talk in her sleep, write it in her diary, or be interrogated or manipulated?

"Where is her wound?" Maeve suddenly asked.

Wilder breathed a sigh of relief.

You probably just didn't notice.

"He has frostbite of varying degrees all over his body, which is probably from magic damage. His shoulders are the most severely affected, and I haven't examined his lower limbs yet."

"In addition, there is a very serious sword wound in his abdomen. The bleeding has been temporarily stopped, but the wound is very long and deep."

After Wilder finished answering the basic questions about the injuries, he began to think about how these injuries had occurred.

Freezing damage comes from high-level monsters that can cast spells, while sword damage comes from high-level humanoid monsters that wield swords.

He didn't know exactly what kind of monster it was, because he had never seen it.

He only found Talia, who had escaped, on the outskirts of the forest.

As for the claims about monsters, they are all his speculations.

That's what I'll say.

"Let me check the wound."

Unexpectedly, Maeve didn't ask any further questions, but instead immediately began preparing for treatment.

Um----

Wilder nodded, showing his respect for her professionalism.

next second.

"Wilde!!!"

Maeve, who was unbuttoning Talia's robe from top to bottom, suddenly turned around, blushing, and shouted at Wilder, "Why isn't Talia wearing any clothes underneath?!"

"I don't know————"

Wilder said.

She probably got lost in the forest after she turned into a red dragon, right?

Having suffered such severe injuries, it was already quite remarkable that she had the strength to put on the robe herself.

"Turn around right now!"

Seeing that he was still staring blankly, Maeve's face flushed even more. "Draw the curtains too!"

"Oh well."

Wilder shrugged, first went to the opposite side of the bed to draw the curtains, then returned to the bedside and turned to stand facing the door.

This is the first time I've ever seen Maeve get angry.

"The injuries are indeed very serious, especially the sword wound in the abdomen, which may have damaged internal organs."

Maeve's voice came from behind.

"Is there any way?"

"I'll give it a try."

After he said that, the room was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of golden fluff rose up behind Wilde, illuminating the room with its curtains drawn exceptionally bright.

Healing Techniques

Under Maeve's control, the golden fluff slowly drifted to the wound on Talia's lower abdomen, seeping into it little by little.

Maeve also used this spell in battle, but the details of the casting were different.

Compared to her more aggressive, all-encompassing release on the battlefield, Maeve now precisely controlled every wisp of energy, directing it precisely at Talia's wounds.

Wilder guessed that this operation was based on the same principle as his micromanagement of mana.

Maeve is quite impressive.

Turn around!!!

Maeve suddenly shouted.

She glanced up and noticed that Wilder was looking at her again.

Because the wound on her abdomen was so long, extending all the way down to her chest, Talia's upper body remained bare in order to better cast spells.

"oh oh."

Wilder turned back again, feeling very wronged.

I definitely didn't look that way!

"Is it working?" he asked.

"The main role of the healer is to stop bleeding and relieve pain; this is only the first step," Maeve replied.

Wilder still turned his head and glanced at it.

Sure enough, although Talia hadn't woken up yet, the expression on her face had clearly relaxed a lot.

"Um----"

He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Recruiting Maeve into the team while she was in the crypt was definitely the right decision.

Just then, Maeve's voice came from behind.

However, this wasn't said to Wilder.

She was muttering something as if to herself, and it wasn't in a common language, but rather in some kind of complex language.

【Healing Mantra】

"Lu Divina, Regirta Authey————"

It is somewhat similar to the Dragon Language, but is completely different in essence.

Celestial language?

Wilder was unsure, but the "language experts" had already begun passively analyzing those complex words and phrases.

Compared to other languages ​​that can be translated quickly, this language is much more difficult.

Maeve wasn't speaking fast, but he could barely keep up and could only understand a few words.

(————Pei Ming, Healing————Pain————)

Wilder listened with great interest as Maeve chanted the incantation, without turning his head to disturb her spellcasting.

About five minutes later, Maeve finished casting the spell.

"How is it?" Wilder asked with his back to him.

"It has some effect, but my mantra level is not high, and it will take at least a month to fully heal," Maeve said apologetically.

Thank you.

Wilder nodded and expressed his sincere gratitude.

Although a month is a bit long, at least Talia's condition has stabilized, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, right."

He casually asked, "Who is Pero?"

"The God of Healing, the Lord of Light and Healing."

Maeve asked, puzzled, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Oh, didn't you just say his name? I was just curious and asked."

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Maeve paused, then asked, "You—can understand truth?"

"Well----"

Wilder mumbled, "I can barely understand some of it."

"How did you do that?" Maeve pressed.

"this----"

Wilder had no choice but to move out of his old neighbor's country home again. "The old man next door to my old home used to be a pastor, and he taught me some things."

Last time, in order to explain to Fina why he was fluent in Elvish, he said that his neighbor was a half-elf.

This time, the neighbor became a pastor again.

Yes, that was a half-elf priest.

"Your neighbor is actually a high-ranking pastor!"

Maeve exclaimed in surprise, then muttered to herself, "Ironweed Town is indeed full of hidden talents. It seems I still have a lot to learn—"

"Huh? A high priest?" Wilder was taken aback.

"Yes, the standard for a senior pastor is to understand the meaning of the mantra, so as to maximize its effect."

Maeve nodded, and said with some envy, "You can understand some of the mantras, which actually shows you have a real talent for becoming a priest."

"I don't quite understand."

Wilder turned his back and shook his head. "Since understanding mantras is so useful, why not just focus on mastering the language?"

"This is a very difficult language to learn, and it's very slow to learn."

Maeve sighed and continued, "More importantly, the vocabulary of the Word is vast, thousands or even hundreds of thousands of times larger than that of the Common Language. Most priests may not be able to master it all in their entire lives."

Wilder thought for a moment and asked, "You just said that understanding the meaning of a mantra can maximize the effectiveness of mantra spells?"

"Yes, reciting and understanding have completely different effects."

Maeve nodded. "If I can understand the specific meaning of that healing mantra I just heard, Talia's injuries might heal in a couple of days."

"Then why don't you just memorize the translation of that mantra?" Wilder asked, puzzled.

"I can't do it."

Maeve explained, "Each of the pastor's mantras is not a fixed text, but rather is not fixed."

"uncertain?"

"Yes, the so-called mantra is actually the recitation of the language of the gods through my body. It is borrowing the power of the gods, not my own ability," Maeve explained.

"Well----"

Wilde remembered her saying that priests don't rely on their own magical power to cast spells, but rather on the number of times they receive divine grace through daily prayer.

"So, in other words—when you cast a spell, you're just summoning a deity to recite incantations, and it's uncertain which passage they'll recite?"

"That's one way to understand it."

Maeve said, "But the more the spellcaster understands the meaning of the mantra, the more pleased the gods will be, and the more significantly the mantra's effect will be enhanced."

"So that's how it is—"

Wilder lowered his head in thought.

"What if—"

He suddenly turned his head.

Maeve pouted, about to yell at him to "turn around."

But before he could finish speaking, he was immediately choked by the second half of Wilder's sentence—

"What if—I could translate for you simultaneously as you speak the truth?"

He stared at Maeve. "In that case, will your mantra's effect be upgraded to the level of a high-ranking priest?"

Maeve was stunned.

"I have no idea."

She shook her head. "But the problem is—can you really help me translate?"

As Wilde just said, the reason he was able to understand the word "Pero" from her "healing mantra" was because he had learned it from the pastor next door in the countryside.

Perhaps it's just that they happened to have learned the word and remembered it quite well, which is why they were able to recognize it?

The truth is profound and extensive.

Many pastors who have devoted themselves to studying this language have not been able to master it.

Wilder is a mage, how could he possibly translate at the same time?

"I'd say at least 50-60%."

Wilder said.

He could only understand this ratio at that moment, but that was the first time he encountered it, and he might be able to improve it a bit more the second time.

"Really?" Maeve still couldn't believe it.

"Give it a try."

Wilder smiled.

Talia's injuries have eased, and although she is still unconscious, she is much more relaxed.

At this point, he became very interested in trying to see how translating mantras affected the effects of spellcasting.

Perhaps while helping Maeve improve, it will also help heal Talia's injuries more quickly.

"good----"

Maeve chose to believe Wilder, unconsciously clenching her small fist. "Let's give it a try, but—"

"But what?"

"But turn around first! Don't look back!"

Maeve said angrily.

Although Wilder's gaze did not fall on Talia's upper body, she really didn't want him to have even the slightest possibility of becoming a pervert.

In Maeve's heart, Wilder was the person she trusted most in the team.

This is why she always casts [Arcane Recovery] on him first after a battle, almost becoming his power bank.

Mr. Wilder must not have any flaws!

Maeve thought to herself silently.

"We can begin."

At this moment, Wilder had already turned around.

"it is good."

Maeve composed herself and placed her two small hands in front of her chest.

This time, however, they didn't form a triangle, but instead clasped their hands together in a standard prayer gesture.

【Healing Mantra】

Start.

She spoke softly, and complex, difficult-to-pronounce words flowed slowly from her lips:

"Sanctus Veritas, Vulnera Sanentur————"

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Wilder sat with his back to the camera, his eyes closed, listening intently.

Sure enough, it was the same healing mantra, but the wording was completely different from before.

However, with the help of a language expert, the translation speed was obviously much faster this time than last time.

"Divine Mantra, Wounds—Heal—"

It's already about 70-80% translated.

The next sentence should make it almost completely clear.

"Miorath Vealisth, Lioven Sylenor————

Maeve continued reciting the mantra while listening to Wilder's translation.

Her expression grew increasingly surprised.

Wilder actually translated it.

And it's not nonsense!

because----

"Holy light descends, and suffering vanishes—"

As each translated mantra entered her consciousness through her small ears, she witnessed a scene she had never encountered since becoming a pastor.

A bright and holy light descended from the sky.

The light shone on her praying hands.

Shining brightly.

A pastor understood the language of God.

The gods then bestowed upon her a ray of light.

this----

It is a divine grace that only senior priests can enjoy.

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