Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Merciful Lord, save this lost lamb."

light.

A dazzling light.

The priest held a ball of light in his hands.

He brought the light close to the wound, and it began to contract, healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His face changed from pale to rosy, from fear to peace.

The light went out.

The man woke up.

A silence.

Even the crying stopped. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, so quiet that you could almost hear the tears dripping onto the ground.

My holy light!

Even the doctors who were previously hostile had to marvel at the miracle created by the holy light, a miracle that medicine could hardly achieve.

Everyone was shocked.

Lyle's mind was in turmoil.

Holy crap! Magic! There's actually magic in this world!

Lyle felt he had wasted his time reading books.

Lyle understood what the teachers had said.

Before the all-powerful holy light, how much can limited medical skills accomplish?

The Holy Light can even bring back a dying person; this is simply utterly unreasonable.

If a doctor is born, why is Guang born?

No wonder medicine is suppressed; in the face of divine light, medicine is like a lowly, defective product.

If one can face a bright and gentle light, who would want to face a syringe and a scalpel?

Although it's still uncertain whether the Holy Light can treat all ailments, Lyle has a bold guess.

The dead are resurrected.

Resurrection spell.

They are winners who are born at the finish line of life.

The priest was pleased with the attitude of those around him. He looked down at the fanatical man.

"Your name, lost lamb."

“My name is Buzz, Father, and I am the Lamb of the Lord.”

“Baz, remember that it was the Lord who healed you. You should thank Him and love Him. From now on, you should work diligently and serve the Lord wholeheartedly.”

“I understand, Father. Every penny I receive from begging is a gift from the Lord. I will continue to beg for the Lord.”

As the sermons became increasingly bizarre, Lyle was at a loss for words.

"Then what should we do?" The speaker was a young student, dressed similarly to Lyle, perhaps a little better.

Medical students are filled with uncertainty about their future.

"Believe in the Holy Light!" A beam of light appeared from the crowd. It was a protesting student whose eyes now held the same fanaticism as Buzz's. He had been moved by the light and was ready to defect to the enemy.

The priest smiled. It was a successful sermon. The king had begun to fear the church. In Cassandra, sermons to the common people were not explicitly prohibited, but the government guarded them like chicks. The ignorant masses would eventually be crushed by the wheels of fate. The future belonged to the Holy Light.

The light's influence was like flipping a switch, and Lyle's students were all transformed.

Professors and bachelors may feel discouraged due to their age and experience, but passionate students are naturally full of the pursuit of better things.

Lyle is more opinionated than these immature teenagers.

The church doesn't seem to be too strict. Although they say they serve the Lord wholeheartedly, at least their benefits are pretty good, and they can even learn Holy Light magic!

My holy light!

Please, Lord, whom I've never met before, give me a spotlight like everyone else does. I want to be your charlatan too!

Take a breath.

A quarter of an hour.

One hour.

The divine influence that was as easy for others as breathing did not come upon Lyle.

The new members of the church were gathered in an orderly fashion, preparing to go to the church for a Mass.

Lyle was getting anxious.

He grabbed a student, not caring about his own image anymore.

"May I ask you a question? I have been overwhelmed by the glory of the Lord and want to serve Him wholeheartedly, but why can't I receive His favor?"

"Your heart is not sincere."

What is sincerity?

"If you have wealth, give it to the Lord; if you have land, give it to the Lord; if you have a voice, sing praises to the Lord. Live for the Lord, die for the Lord. A name is just a label; the real self is simply the Lord's servant."

hiss.

Lyle understood.

The Lord doesn't want to be your support; the Lord wants to be your father, even more so than your father.

Lyle asked himself honestly, and although he was forced by life's circumstances, this dream of becoming a paladin was still too unrealistic.

People should live their lives in a down-to-earth manner.

Chapter Three: A Job

After experiencing the academy's closure, witnessing the miracle of the Holy Light, and finally discovering that he was not destined for the path of a charlatan, Lyle felt exhausted and even wanted to lie down and sleep for a while.

But he still mustered his spirits and lined up early at his favorite bakery.

It's more like a relief shelter than a bakery. The owner doesn't seem to care about making a living. The bread is priced much below average, but the quality is also ridiculously poor.

But some unpleasant tastes don't affect filling your stomach, do they?

With his meager savings, he bought a loaf of black bread. The texture of it in his hand was no different from that of a cane. Lyle couldn't help but recall his younger self who once tried to eat black bread raw, and he felt his teeth start to hurt again.

The correct way to eat this food is to soak it in water until soft, and the best way to eat it is to soak it in hot soup. Lyle was also familiar with several woodlands in Cassandale, where there were some edible wild mushrooms in the shade. Fortunately, the medical school textbooks had relevant information on them, so he didn't die from poisoning.

Back home, he started boiling water and making soup. He shredded the mushrooms into small pieces and placed the bread directly into the pot, with one end sticking out high above the other, ready to be used as a ladle. Lyle didn't live a refined life and didn't care much about material things. With such living conditions, every expense was a drain on Lyle's brain cells. He didn't have any intention of finding joy in hardship; he just wanted to work hard now so that he could have a better life in the future.

There seemed to be some time before dinner, so Lyle sat down at the only table in the house. Apart from a small area in front of him, the rest of the table was filled with medical books, notes, and papers piled up haphazardly.

In the past, this short period of leisure would have been used to review lessons, but now there is no need. Before long, these carriers of knowledge will be regarded as taboo and burned, just like the future that I originally planned, turning into ashes.

Bubbling sounds came from the pot. Lyle approached; a small section of the black bread soaking in the pot had begun to soften and could finally be easily broken off. He put the rest in the cupboard as future rations. The rest in the pot would be ready to eat in about ten more minutes. But you must chew slowly and carefully when eating it. This kind of bread often contains wood chips, and if you don't chew carefully, they might get stuck in your throat and cause excruciating pain.

Hunger was starting to set in, and Lyle watched intently as the soup boiled.

He was startled by the knocking on the door.

This era is far from peaceful. As far as Lyle knows, there are no fewer than ten countries at war. Fortunately, Cassandra is in the heart of the kingdom, but petty theft is inevitable.

"Who's outside?" There wasn't any decent metal furniture in the house, so Lyle picked up the remaining breadsticks.

A deep male voice sounded from outside the door. "It's me."

The crisis is over.

The voice that sounded like a bucket of cold water had one that Lyle happened to recognize.

Ralph Bouler.

Lyle's uncle, his father's brother, had a strained relationship with his father, so bad that they wouldn't even speak to each other even though they lived in the same city. Lyle knew very little about him; he first met him at his parents' funeral, which was also when he traveled back in time.

With a face that bore a seven-tenths resemblance to his cheap father, a hunched back, and a deadpan expression, he looked at everyone as if they owed him a fortune. His eyebrows were always furrowed together. After the funeral, he came to the lonely Lyle and said, "I am your uncle, Ralph Bouler."

Lyle was absorbing the body's memories at the time, and was in a daze. She quietly watched the gloomy man, waiting for what would happen next.

“I am a sheriff in Cassandra.”

Lyle remained silent.

Ralph remained silent.

Lyle remained silent.

"...Live well."

The conversation between the uncle and nephew came to an end.

It took Lyle a long time to realize that this uncle, who seemed socially challenged, was actually a kind-hearted person. Perhaps it was because he was the orphan of his brother that he realized there was no need for the estrangement to continue.

Lyle saw him more than once outside the academy gates.

Whenever he saw Lyle approaching, he would say to himself, "I'm on patrol," and then disappear from Lyle's sight.

In short, the relationship between the uncle and nephew is quite good.

Lyle opened the door, and the man in the black uniform stood outside.

Ralph only likes to say half a sentence.

"It's my patrol night. (So I came to see you.)"

"Ah."

"The Eiffel Medical School has been closed. (What are your plans now?)"

"I haven't decided what to do in the future yet."

"……（……）"

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