Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

However, what he saw was not just the sea of ​​holy light.

"Mr. Raymond, what was that monstrous giant I saw, bathed in the sea of ​​holy light? Could it be some kind of calamity imprisoned in the holy light? Or perhaps the sea of ​​holy light actually has the function of suppressing evil?"

Raymond laughed and waved his hand. "That doesn't exist. That's definitely a fictional part of your revelation. Maybe it symbolizes your inner demons, maybe it's the fear you dare not face, or maybe it's the blame you will face in the future."

"Holy Light has no power to suppress evil, because it is the most glorious power in the world, so intensely powerful that it is domineering. Holy Light will never allow any evil power to exist. It will not suppress evil, because it will purify all foreign things until nothing is left."

"The Sea of ​​Holy Light, as the highest form of Holy Light power, does not allow anything else to exist within it."

People tend to believe what they see, but are skeptical of the unknown.

The Sea of ​​Holy Light exists, so why don't the Dark Giants exist there? Stubborn Holy Light Mind.

"You seem to still have doubts, questioning the authenticity of it?"

“Alright, I’ll demonstrate for you.” Mr. Raymond moved his left arm, the dark gold arm armor rattling.

"The Sea of ​​Holy Light is not only our final destination, but it also serves another purpose. As the legacy of powerful light seekers throughout history, it is also our treasure trove. The highest level of holy light practitioners can draw power from the Sea of ​​Holy Light..."

"Hmm...like this." Mr. Raymond's hand made a grasping motion in the air, and then...

"My eyes!!!!"

The light of the Holy Light Omnipotent Order was Andrei's strongest feature, but even that brightness paled in comparison to the contraption Mr. Raymond had brought out.

He took out a light bulb that appeared to be powered by a nuclear reactor, emitting endless light.

Lyle was almost blinded by the light. It took him fifteen minutes for his vision to clear, but something seemed wrong with him.

"Golden? Everything I see is golden."

"This is the effect of the droplets of the Holy Light Sea. Even the light that shines on it will dye the things it shines on golden. Take your black coat as an example, Plague Doctor. For the next two hours, it can only be temporarily called the 'Golden Coat.' This ability is quite interesting. I would be very happy to see those nasty people turn my color."

Lyle touched his clothes; they felt like they were made of gold, but they did have the familiar texture of leather and silk.

“Mr. Raymond, you said that only the most powerful Holy Light practitioners can mobilize the power of the Holy Light Sea.”

Raymond leaned forward maliciously, bringing the large light bulb even closer to Lyle.

"When have I ever denied that I am the strongest? I am probably... well... the strongest paladin in existence, maybe the strongest you have ever seen in your life, if those earth-shattering new stars had not appeared."

"Is he that strong?" Lyle had a clearer understanding of Mr. Raymond.

“Well, if you follow me from now on and diligently cultivate the Holy Light, perhaps one day you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me on the path of the Holy Light.”

...Perhaps Lyle's understanding of Mr. Raymond was not so clear.

Raymond tossed the ball of light in his hand. "These are ten drops of Holy Light Sea Liquid. As you can see, the power of the real thing is even stronger than the power you saw in the revelation. Just the light alone will turn you into a little golden man."

"This thing can also be used as the most effective holy water. If it is poured on so-called evil, it will cut flesh and bones. If it touches you, Plague Doctor, all the magic in your body will be converted into holy light, and you can only use the power of holy light."

"So, should I take you to take a bath right away?"

Chapter Ninety-Three: Target: Narancia

Mr. Raymond ultimately refrained from pursuing his evil intentions, stating, "The Holy Light will not force anyone, even if they remain lost in confusion."

Lyle remembered the last purist the gentleman had mentioned, the unfortunate soul who was forced to be burned at the stake.

Raymond hadn't learned to be modest; rather, in his view, Lyle, who had seen the Holy Light Sea in the revelation, would ultimately return to the Holy Light—a foregone conclusion. Given that the goal would eventually be achieved, Raymond didn't mind perfectly displaying his non-existent gentlemanly demeanor.

A blessing prayer was sung for Lyle, and Lyle was politely escorted out of the chapel.

Looking at Lyle, who looked like he'd seen a ghost, and mechanically walking forward with every step he took, turning back every few steps, the doors of the Holy Light Chapel finally closed.

The light emanating from Raymond suddenly dimmed, seemingly related to his emotions.

“Elian, you have seen it too. Our cherished Pure One has shown his potential. I will not allow him to be coveted by the dark forces. Is your work done, Divergent, Ms. Elian Pombai?”

The man in silver armor immediately curtsied. “By your will, Your Majesty Raymond, I have expelled the church forces heading to Raphirin for the third time. There will be no major casualties until they reconsider the situation.”

"As for the true identity of the Pure Plague Doctor, based on the investigation in Rafilin, I have a rough estimate, but further confirmation is still needed."

"So, what's your estimate?"

"Your Excellency the Plague Doctor may be from... Cassandale."

"It's a familiar place name, isn't it? The nuns who once served at the Church of the Dawn."

"Yes, my familiar hometown, Cassandale."

“In this unpredictable situation, every seed is precious. Andrei’s Holy Light must rise to balance those uncontrollable forces and protect him. Elian, if necessary, you are permitted to use special means.”

"The Holy Light is with you."

……

The watery creature had become much more sensible; at least when it hid under clothing while traveling, it no longer secreted sticky fluid that soaked its back. Lyle quickly grew to like this dryness. Mr. Garrett specially granted himself a fine silk shirt so that he wouldn't look too shabby on his way to the neighboring province's policing district.

Even Ralph had to be more refined, and Mr. Garrett threw a bottle of luxurious cologne in his face, saying, "This stuff will be deducted from your bonus."

Karen changed into the nun's robe she wore when she first appeared, along with an ivory cross staff. Her blonde hair was neatly pinned up in a black nun's cap. Seemingly uncomfortable with the altered clothes, Karen slowed her pace considerably, her bashful figure revealing a demure, feminine demeanor. But Lyle believed she simply felt constrained and that it was too tight.

"Lord Lyle, may the Holy Light be with you!" Karen greeted her warmly, as warm as the rising sun.

"Karen, didn't you say that nun's clothes didn't suit you?"

“Yes, Your Excellency Lyle, but if the opponent is a vampire, the dark magic resistance of the church robes will be far more effective than the crisp sheriff's uniform.” She waved her little fist. “It’s all for justice!”

Looking at Karen's adorable appearance, Lyle nodded inwardly. Yes, for the sake of justice, cuteness is also justice.

“Your staff, Karen, are you about to start working like a nun? Spreading blessings, praying and the like.”

Karen smiled as she approached Lyle, covering her lips with one hand and tiptoeing to whisper in his ear. This would normally be impossible for her underdeveloped body, which was only about 1.6 meters tall, but thankfully Lyle was a gentleman.

"This is a disguise. Brother Salian applied for a special Holy Light-enhanced staff for me. Lord Lyle, you will soon see how I can condense an even larger Holy Light Hammer through this secret weapon, and how I can wield that terrifying weapon on the battlefield with such dashing style!"

Karen then picked up her long cane and swung it a few times, knocking down Mr. Garrett's coat hanger, the chandelier hanging on the wall, and Mr. Garrett's shiny little wig.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Ralph grabbed Karen and Lyle by the collar and dragged them out the door, leaving them with the words, "We're off. I'll deduct any losses from Karen's salary."

Mr. Garrett put the wig that had fallen to the ground back on his head, his large face contorted with anger, his small monocle sunken into his flesh. He opened the office door and roared outside.

"Church staff are just providing aid, they don't get regular pay! I'll deduct it from your salary, you bastard, they're your people!"

As the three climbed into the brown-blue carriage parked outside the police station, Ralph gave Karen, who had just sat down, a thumbs-up. "Well done. Mr. Garrett's bald head will provide me with plenty of fun for the rest of the year."

The driver raised his whip, and the sound of hooves and rumbling horses became the main theme for the rest of the journey.

The shadows of the trees pierced through the curtains into the carriage, where Karen was providing her two companions with some professional knowledge and tools.

Lyle thought the bottle of liquid, which shimmered slightly in a pretty glass bottle, was more valuable than the liquid itself.

“Holy water, when applied to your body, will make vampires and other dark creatures disgusted by your scent. They might hesitate for a few seconds before biting you. An even more effective method is to splash it directly on them. They will burn as if exposed to the scorching sun. This method may be difficult for you to do because even the lowest-ranking blood servants are much faster than you.”

"I would recommend applying it to your body; I guarantee I'll smash their heads in the few seconds they hesitate."

Lyle raised his own question, "I've heard that garlic has a miraculous effect on vampires."

"Garlic, a food with a pungent odor, has a remarkable effect on all creatures with a sensitive sense of smell, but you can't expect vampires to be afraid of garlic."

Ralph moved his lips slightly. "Since garlic is useful, foolish nephew, why don't you carry some with you?"

"If I brought that thing with me, would you still let me on the bus? Even if it were really useful, once we get there, wouldn't it be the same if I just went to any house with a kitchen?"

Lyle took the holy water from Karen and handed it to Ralf. "Take some more, Uncle. I heard that holy water can dispel darkness. It's perfect for you."

Ralph refused and pulled out a stick-like object, hitting Lyle on the head.

"You should keep it for yourself. I have enough."

What he was showing off was, of course, the alchemical musket, Dragon's Kiss, which he had gotten from old Ba Jin.

Karen frowned. "Unorthodox methods."

"As long as it works."

Chapter 94 You Are My Violet

After passing the road sign indicating Narnia, the world outside the window changed color.

If Cassandra is a combination of twilight, a tower, and a thinker.

Narnia is a world of flowers, exquisite crafts, and joyful dancers.

Unidentified white spherical flowers bloomed along the roadside, their untended chaos adding to the colorful mood. Every now and then, a blue-headed bird would fly by, chirp overhead, and then perch on the curved corner of a sloping roof, looking at the unfamiliar passengers along with the directional sign at the very top.

Before Lyle's toes touched the soft grass, the scent of flowers mixed with the earthy smell of soil was like a powerful punch that knocked away the weariness of the journey.

As dusk approached, shopkeepers along the street were taking down their interesting little stone carvings from their counters. Humming tunes, the shopkeepers swayed to the simple melodies as they strolled into their small shops. A gardener was watering the small clusters of lavender, using a spoon-like ladle to sift the water down the slender stems into rounded stone basins. The purple blossoms at the top swayed from side to side with the water droplets, as if playing happily.

The cheerful atmosphere around them quickly infected Lyle, who was weary from his journey. He stretched and took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance, then helped Karen, whose mind had been captivated by the colors, down from the carriage. She had been sitting on the platform for a while, ever since she first saw the beauty of Narancia. She was so engrossed that Lyle practically led her off the carriage. If Lyle hadn't called the driver in time, she would have forgotten her secret weapon of holy light in the carriage.

Narancia is very close to the paradise on earth in Lyle's heart; it has a charm that can captivate almost everyone.

It is almost.

"Ah!"

Like a concert interrupted by the sound of sawing wood, a sneeze brought paradise down to earth, and the iridescent light emanating from Narancia under the setting sun vanished. Lyle turned to the culprit.

Ralph rubbed his nose with a handkerchief, his boots pounding the ground. He carried the dragon's snout on his right shoulder, tilting his head like a rogue, and stuffed the empty handkerchief into his right breast pocket.

"Damn pollen, damn Narancia."

It turns out there really are people who can color their surroundings.

Ralph's almost furrowed brows, the frost on his face, and the disgust in his eyes were perfectly mirrored on the faces of the surrounding residents. The sound of wooden doors slamming against the thresholds was heard, and before closing the door, a village woman wearing a floral headscarf spat at him.

Ralf was like a plague god; everyone went against him. Lyle had no doubt that he was the most hated person in Narania.

Ralph rubbed his nephew's forehead with his fingers. "Why are you looking at me? The residents here are still as low-class as ever."

“Narania welcomes all guests, except for scoundrels and dogs, and Ralph, you happen to be both.”

She was a tall, slender woman. Lyle only reached her shoulder, and even Ralph's height was barely comparable to hers. Her tall stature did not make her appear rugged. Her features were of the highest caliber, making her look like a large porcelain doll. Her wine-red hair was gathered at the back of her head, so her top hat could only be worn at an angle. The sheriff's uniform was stretched taut by her body, revealing her beautiful curves, especially in the right places, which were outstanding.

With her two riding boots about a foot apart, the woman stood boldly in the middle of the road, blocking the setting sun behind her. She had a smile on her face, but that strange smile looked somewhat familiar, carrying a strong sense of disdain and provocation—a standard Ralph smile.