Chapter 2269 Returning From the Dead (Ⅱ)

"It's a pity that the gods reached a consensus later and abolished most of the resurrection magic. Now only the use of the 9-level 'miracle' can bring the dead back to life. People who died in accidents are resurrected."

Sister Clare sighed regretfully.

Generally speaking, Sister Clare was happy with Joan's righteous deed of resurrecting her mentor, while the priest Pedro in the carriage had a different view on it, and was sullen and complained non-stop along the way.

Joan listened to the tone of his words, and it seemed that he did not agree with his method of resurrecting Master Rawls.

This Mr. Pastor does not have any negative views on Master Rawls, thinking that he is not worth saving. In the view of this pastor, it is not important to resurrect good or bad people, what is important is that mortals should not have the authority to resurrect the dead, otherwise the world will be in chaos.

Joan asked him why resurrecting a person who had suffered a tragedy would disturb the hearts of the world, and Mr. Pastor couldn't explain why, but he just felt that it would destroy the natural order of eternal life and death, and make people have unrealistic delusions.

Joan listened patiently to Mr. Pastor's point of view. In all fairness, there was some truth, but it was too vague and unreasonable.

Everyone will talk about the truth, but if the bereavement happened to the pastor himself, and he has the ability to resurrect the dead, Joan doubts whether he can stick to his ideas.

When they arrived at the cemetery, under the mediation of the judge and the police officer, together with written notarization by the lawyer and two clergymen, Joan himself signed the deposit and went through a set of complicated procedures. The cemetery administrator finally agreed to exhume Robert Rolle. Smith's coffin.

Opening the coffin that had been covered in dust for many years, Joan took out the "Gem of Susheng" with a trace of nervousness, placed it on the corpse wrapped in the shroud, and silently recited the name of the goddess of the underworld.

The soft radiance of the silver-white gemstones injected vitality into the corpse that had been sleeping for five years under the watchful eyes of everyone, revived the dead body and revived the soul of Robert Rawls. Called back from Hades, reintegrated into flesh.

The resurrection ceremony lasted for about ten minutes. Finally, there was an exclamation from the shroud. Master Rawls sat up suddenly from the coffin. The onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed in unison, but Joan was relieved.

"Huh? Where am I? Joan, you seem to have grown a lot taller, and your appearance has changed..."

Master Rawls's chubby face was full of confusion, and his memory still remained at the moment when he was assassinated five years ago.

Joan had a lot to say to the teacher, but she choked up before opening her mouth.

Aunt Claire touched his head tenderly, and squeezed forward to reprimand Rawls: "Little fat man, aren't you cold lying in the coffin with your butt naked? Put your clothes on first, and I have something to say later." Let’s talk about the coffin.”

"Ah?! Where's my clothes? Why am I in the coffin?" Master Rawls curled up in the coffin like a fat groundhog, looking around with surprise on his face. Let's play me together? Can anyone tell me if this is a prank or not?"

"My friend, I am relieved that you can have such an optimistic attitude!"

Mr. Jefferson smiled and took off his overcoat, and handed it to Master Rawls.

"Let's just make do and put it on. Let's talk about other things later. This story is very long, as long as five years."

"Mr. Principal, you are always talking inexplicably. I feel a little confused. It is necessary to ask for leave for a few days. Well, it is very necessary!"

Master Rawls hurriedly put on his coat.

"I'll give you three days off at most, Robert, you've been absent from work for five years, and you've had enough rest, hurry up and come back and teach me!" the principal said angrily.

From the assassination of Master Rawls to his resurrection, there are indeed many stories to tell during this period, and everyone needs to find a place to sit down and start from the beginning.

The people in the carriage left the cemetery and went straight to the most luxurious hotel in the city, chatting while having lunch.

Joan first explained the ins and outs of the mentor's assassination, and then briefly talked about his experiences in the past five years.

Then it was Mr. Principal's turn to speak, and he told about the major news events that had happened in Leiden College and even the whole New World in recent years, which was regarded as a supplementary lesson for Master Rawls who still didn't understand the current situation.

While listening to everyone recounting the past, Master Rawls kept his mouth open. He first finished a portion of grilled lobster with milk sauce neatly, and then ate half of a roasted fat goose by himself.

The waiter brought a large plate of fresh oysters. Mr. Professor wiped his hands on the napkin and was about to show off his skills, but was stopped gently and forcefully by Aunt Claire sitting next to him.

"Little fat man, you have just been resurrected, and your body functions have not fully recovered, so you should not eat too much greasy food."

"You're right, but my stomach doesn't think so. It has wasted five good years."

Master Rawls rubbed his stomach and said with aggrieved face.

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that the tutor's appetite is still as good as before, Joan is relieved about his health.

After lunch, Joan bid farewell to Mr. Principal and his party, cast a spell to create a phantom carriage, and took Master Rawls home.

Sitting in a comfortable carriage, Master Rawls asked curiously: "Joan, what level of mage are you now?"

"Level 12." Qiao An told the truth.

"Wow~ This is really beyond imagination!" Master Rawls couldn't help exclaiming, "I knew you were a genius, but your progress rate is still too exaggerated!"

"It's thanks to Teacher, you helped me lay a good foundation." Joan smiled sheepishly.

Master Rawls shook his head and laughed: "In fact, compared to your rapid progress, I am even more surprised by the change in your conversation. Five years ago, my child, you would not be able to say such compliments."

"Teacher, I am sincere."

"I don't doubt your sincerity, boy, a man will grow up after all. I am very pleased that you can blend into the crowd and society instead of being out of place like before."

Master Rawls patted the student on the shoulder and said with a wry smile: "Now your mage level is one level higher than mine, so don't call me 'teacher' anymore."

Joan shook her head resolutely: "No matter when, you will always be my respected mentor."

"Hey, you are still so stubborn. This has not changed in the slightest. Forget it, do as you like."

Master Rawls shrugged helplessly, and suddenly became excited again.

"Just now I heard from Mr. Principal that you have published a lot of papers over the years. Have you brought your manuscript? Show me quickly!"

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