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“That’s true, that’s true.” Marilyn’s voice sounded somewhat confused.

The two voices disappeared, and Ye Xiao could hear the sound of footsteps on the lawn gradually fading away.

strange.

Ye Xiao frowned. He felt he should stay away from these two guys tomorrow morning; they seemed a bit off.

Chapter Fourteen: Evil God's Healing

Ye Xiao woke up very early in the morning.

Stepping out of the tavern, all I could see was a gray, gloomy sky.

Is it going to rain?

If you need to learn a skill that you don't already have by reading a book or scroll instead of learning it yourself, you will need to consume the player's universal points.

Although Ye Xiao would occasionally practice his existing skills by swinging his staff along the way, he didn't fight many monsters, and he didn't have enough general points to learn basic life spells like water avoidance.

Alright, let's hurry up and find the mission objective and get going.

The village is mostly made up of single-story houses with gray stone walls and black tiles, with a few large, untrimmed trees growing on either side of the gravel road.

Following his memories from his past life, Ye Xiao wandered along the path until he finally saw the building he was looking for near the dense forest on the edge of the village.

It was a two-story building made of dark red bricks, with a small courtyard enclosed by a wooden fence, and a small stable made of wooden planks, but there were no horses inside.

If it weren't for the surrounding weeds and trees that obscured most of the house, and the overcast sky, Ye Xiao estimated that he would have seen this Aslan-style building, which was so different from the Loren stone houses in the village, ten minutes ago.

Nobles are nobles; even in their downfall, they still manage to be a bit flamboyant.

Ye Xiao pushed open the fence, came to the door of the house, and knocked on the door.

"Hello, is someone here..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the door panel turn slightly, revealing a crack.

What a coincidence... wait, the door wasn't locked?

He gently pushed open the door, the rusty hinges creaking, and a strong, pungent stench wafted out of the dark room.

This is the smell of blood, which Ye Xiao is all too familiar with.

Something happened to the fallen nobleman? That shouldn't be the case. If this guy is gone, how did that player, the Emperor, get the quest from him in the previous life?

Could it be that the intelligence was actually false?

Or perhaps my early arrival somehow affected the original course of events?

The dimly lit room was slightly chilly. After a moment's thought, he went inside.

He needs to figure out why what's happening here conflicts with the information he had in his previous life, as this will affect his trust in other intelligence.

Inside, several jagged cracks tore through the wooden floor, and bright red bloodstains stretched all the way to the small, open door at the back, as if something had been dragged inside.

The surrounding furniture was smashed to pieces, and the blood splattered on the walls was not completely dry and was still slowly sliding down.

What happened here seems to have just occurred recently.

Ye Xiao avoided the bloodstains on the ground and came to the dark doorway. Looking down the stairs, it should lead to the basement.

He gripped his staff and slowly descended the stairs, a sound like the churning of intestines echoing in the darkness.

"Fluorescence!" With a spell, the tip of the staff glowed with a blue light, illuminating the carcass of a brown horse lying in a pool of blood in the narrow basement.

No wonder the stables outside were empty; it turns out the horse had been dragged here.

The horse carcass's belly was abnormally large and swollen, completely disproportionate to its small and shriveled limbs. A hideous gash ran from the neck down the belly to the lower abdomen, exposing the internal organs which were wrapped in intersecting bones and covered with gray hairs that seemed to be rhythmically pulsating.

The horse's head, with its eyes as big as copper bells, was lifeless, but its internal organs seemed to still be alive on their own.

Approaching the horse carcass, the pungent, damp, and rotten air filled his nostrils, a smell that even Ye Xiao hadn't experienced in his previous life on the refugee ship in Storm Harbor was more overpowering.

The bloodstains on the ground were still fresh, suggesting that the culprit might still be hiding in the basement.

He glanced around and his gaze settled on a row of wine barrels in the corner. The lid of the innermost barrel was not properly sealed.

"Will you come out on your own, or should I ask you to come out?"

The echo lingered, but no one responded.

"Wind Blade." Ye Xiao didn't bother with words. He flicked his staff, and a pale green light condensed, aiming at the wine barrel in the corner.

"No, no, no!" The wine barrel overturned, and an old man covered in blood tumbled out. Even though he was covered in blood, Ye Xiao could still spot the eye-shaped symbol of the Aslan Empire on the man's clothes.

What... how did this guy end up here? But at least he's still alive.

Ye Xiao rushed forward to try to help the old man.

"Don't come any closer!!" The old man was terrified as he watched Ye Xiao curl up in the corner.

Ye Xiao stopped what he was doing and moved closer to him before he saw that there was already a layer of short downy hair on half of the old man's face.

"Have you contracted the disease?"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!" the old man screamed, his emotions running high. After a moment, his eyes suddenly widened. "Wait a minute? You...you're not..."

"Not what?" Ye Xiao asked, puzzled.

Suddenly, a barely audible creaking sound came from the stairs behind me.

"boom"

Then a loud gunshot rang out.

However, Ye Xiao had already dodged the moment the footsteps sounded, but he was surprised to find that the beam of fire was not aimed at him, but hit the old nobleman who had just climbed out not far away.

"Wind Blade!"

Blood spurted from the old nobleman's chest. At the same time, Ye Xiao waved his staff, and the green stream of energy he unleashed made a buzzing sound as it rushed towards the stairs.

It only managed to brush against the hem of the shadowy figure's clothes as it flashed by, leaving a few wisps of cloth fluttering in the darkness.

"Damn it." Ye Xiao cursed under his breath and immediately ran to the side of the noble old man.

Blood gushed from the old man's chest like a spring; without the priest's emergency treatment, he would likely die soon.

Unfortunately, Ye Xiao is only a mage and doesn't know any priest spells, so it's probably too late for him at this point...

Wait.

Ye Xiao's mind raced, and he brought up the "Intermediate Healing Holy Light" skill that was on the Evil God's skill tree on the skill panel.

I don't know if this thing will actually work, but I'll give it a shot if I have no other choice.

"Great God, I pray to you to send down healing holy light to save the person before me."

For skills that are not very proficient but are highly complex, Ye Xiao could only honestly recite the incantation, instead of blurting it out directly using short phrases like he had practiced "Wind Blade" and "Fireball" on the way.

The tip of the staff revealed pure, azure magic, which then coalesced into deep red, blood-like threads that traced countless tadpole-like twisted symbols in mid-air.

The symbols then rotated and converged into an irregular magic circle shape, and an inexplicable sense of oppression spread like ripples from the center of the magic circle.

Huh, is this how Holy Light spells work?

As the strange magic circle gradually took shape, Ye Xiao's forehead broke out in a sweat. He couldn't figure out from any angle which of the four characters in "Healing Holy Light" was related to it.

In the Imperial City Sanctuary, Ella groggily opened her eyes from her bed, and a pale blue text appeared on her system panel.

"Well……?"

[Those who receive prayers from believers will be granted "Intermediate Healing Light"]

ha?

Was I myself the other party in this contract spell? Ella scratched her head, and after sensing Ye Xiao's condition through the soul link, she acquiesced.

Ye Xiao naturally also learned about the system text that Ella saw. For a moment, he didn't know how to comment. However, since the source of the spell was Ella, the spell circle, although strange, shouldn't be too outrageous.

Then he saw a dark, tentacled mass fall from the blood-red magic circle.

The tentacle twisted its body nimbly, then leaped up from the ground with a soft "plop," and like a catfish, it forcefully burrowed into the old nobleman's gaping mouth, bulging his throat.

Ye Xiao felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach after watching it.

I take back what I just said; this spell is still a bit outrageous.

"Ugh... Ugh...!" The old man's terrified eyes gradually blurred, and the bulge on his neck moved all the way to his chest. He let out a silent roar, and his limbs struggled and trembled as if he were being tortured.

Oh no, oh no, oh no… Ye Xiao was at a loss. If he covered the gunshot wound and carried him out, the old man might still be alive. But if this happened, wouldn't the old man be finished?

"Ah...whoosh—"

Just when Ye Xiao thought everything was over, the old man suddenly let out a long sigh and sat up abruptly.

He touched his chest, which had stopped bleeding, in surprise, and then looked around in confusion at Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao also looked at the old man in surprise. The two stared at each other, speechless for a moment.

Chapter Fifteen Believers

"What did you feed me?!" "Are you alright?!"

The two said in unison.

"Cough cough." Ye Xiao stood up. "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

"What exactly did you feed me?!" The old man couldn't let Ye Xiao fool him, so he quickly stood up and grabbed Ye Xiao.

“Oh, this isn’t the time to talk about this,” Ye Xiao pointed to the basement door. “We need to go upstairs and call for help. We also need to find someone to deal with your horse.”

"Oh, yes, yes..." The old man was still in shock, but this was indeed not the time to argue.

Ye Xiao hurriedly pulled the old man away from the basement. It was hard to say what risks there would be if they stayed in this place for too long. Not to mention whether the bastard who shot him in the back might come back, the thing wriggling inside the horse carcass was also very strange.

Moreover, he couldn't believe that the "intermediate healing holy light" had drained his mental energy and even reduced his life force by a third.

Although he still possessed sword skills, he felt dizzy and unsure how much of his fighting power he could muster if he encountered an enemy again.

This is outrageous. Isn't the source of the magic Ella? I just built a bridge in the middle and it consumes so much mana.

Stepping out of the hut, Ye Xiao felt relieved and took a deep breath. The elderly nobleman from Aslan, who had lived there for a long time, walked briskly, his head covered in blood, and ran onto the path.

"Hey, do you even know who to ask for help before running around everywhere!"

"I'll ask anyone for help, but I don't feel at ease if I'm close to you!" The old man's voice was full of energy, which infuriated Ye Xiao.

That old bastard is biting the hand that feeds him!

……

Liangqiu Village has its own militia, but it is composed of strong men from the village. Faced with the strange horse carcass, the militia only dared to stand outside the house and stare at each other helplessly.

After washing and changing into clean clothes, the down-on-his-luck nobleman returned to find a group of people standing outside, afraid to enter his house. He was helpless, as he himself might not have dared to go in either.

The epidemic that was spreading in the village had already terrified people, and who knew if the dead horse in the basement was carrying the disease.

“Why don’t you come and stay at my house, Mr. Hyde?” said the village chief of Liangqiu Village, Moke. “I have already asked the villagers to request help from the Imperial City.”

"Sigh." The old nobleman Hyde could only sigh. If the imperial city had been willing to lend a helping hand, would Liangqiu Village still be in its current state?

The royal family, who treats human life as worthless, and the high and mighty sanctuary—whether it's Aslan or Loren, it's all the same everywhere on this continent.

"So... sir, you really don't have anything you need me to deliver?" Ye Xiao asked, still unwilling to give up.

“I don’t need you to deliver anything. What would I need you to deliver?” Hyde frowned. “Why are you still here, you outsider? I’ll let you off the hook for trespassing since you helped me.”

"No...brother, aren't you sick and not long for this world?" Ye Xiao's scalp tingled. "You really don't have anything to give me? You're not giving me anything in return for saving your life?"

"Go to hell! You're the one who's going to die soon!" Old Man Hyde jumped up, wishing he could kick Ye Xiao. "I'm perfectly healthy, don't curse me!"

I was the one who cured him!

Ye Xiao was furious. It would have been better if he hadn't bothered with this old man's business.

What a headache! I've been trying for ages and the quest just won't trigger. Could this really be the Emperor's destiny, that the Miracle Mage class is destined to be his alone?

I thought I could seize opportunities in advance like in those rebirth novels, but it's totally unreliable.

"Brother Ye, why are you still in the village?" Just then, a familiar voice reached his ears.

Wearing a familiar tricorn hat and a long gray overcoat, the man who arrived was none other than Wengerman.

"Oh, I still have some things to take care of before I can leave." Ye Xiao deliberately lowered his voice so that the old man Hyde, who was not far away, wouldn't hear him and jump over to say something like, "Ah, you just want to steal my things."