Chapter 519 Our Own People

As night falls, Shattrath City becomes even more lively than during the day.

Because of the Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array, the city is also very well-lit at night.

Many people have to work during the day, and night has become a rare moment for them to relax. Until the curfew comes, the excitement will fade away and eventually become silent.

Geralt looked at the nameplate on the wall, '10 Solent Street'.

He nodded slightly, walked to the door, and shouted to the concierge:

"I want to see Archbishop Nick, and Geralt the White Wolf is visiting."

On the third day after meeting the God of Glory on the night of the red moon, he went to see him again, but was told that the God had no time to receive him.

This happened several times in a row. He asked the gods when they would be free, but was told that they didn't know.

He had no choice but to seek out acquaintances.

Seeing two people walking out of the concierge, Jero repeated what he said:

"I want to see Archbishop Nick, and Geralt the White Wolf is visiting."

The two of them carefully looked at the person in front of them: a head full of white hair, and a scar on the forehead that destroyed the original beauty of the face. The scar twisted when he spoke, like a giant centipede lying on its stomach. Behind him, he was carrying Two weapons.

"Sir, do you know the Archbishop?"

"Yes, we have known Archbishop Nick since he was a priest in Zach Town. We are old friends."

The two gatekeepers didn't know Nick's past, but they felt that the old man in front of them was not simple. One of them said:

"I'll go tell the butler. Sir, you might as well wait a moment."

After saying that, he nodded to the other person, turned around and ran away.

Not long after, the impeccably dressed housekeeper returned together with the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper opened the door and the housekeeper said kindly:

"Your Excellency Geralt, I am the butler Pierre. The Archbishop is waiting for you in the study. Please come with me."

"Thank you, Mr. Housekeeper," the demon hunter nodded in thanks, and they walked into the main building of the villa together.

Arriving at a door on the third floor, the butler opened the door and motioned for the witcher to enter.

Nick smiled and said:

“Haha, Geralt, I’m surprised that you didn’t go back to Sundeni Island.

Please take a seat. "

His relationship with the demon hunter was average, and they only interacted with each other in Zac Town. However, the demon hunter did help him in the past. Although he was paid, there was still some kindness.

Without the strong combat power of the other party at that time, I don't know if the situation in Zach Town could have been sustained.

Another very important point is that Zach Town is the place that changed his life, so he has a slight affection for the witcher.

“I have something I want to ask the God of Glory, so I chose to stay.

However, I kept running into obstacles when I came to see Your Majesty, so I had no choice but to seek help from Your Excellency. "

Geralt hates falsehood and subterfuge, so he directly explained his purpose.

As he spoke, he took out a box from the space ring and placed it on the table, smiling:

"Inside is a small gadget that can change colors according to the mood of the person who touches it. It is perfect as a toy for children.

Also, congratulations to the Archbishop on his upcoming fatherhood. "

Nick opened the box and saw a crystal ball as big as a football.

He touched his hand on the crystal ball, and wisps of golden light immediately appeared inside the ball, as if the sun was shining into it.

Nick smiled knowingly and said:

"I'm so thoughtful. I didn't expect that I would receive a gift from Geralt the White Wolf."

His tone was much more cordial.

After pondering for a moment, Nick said:

"The gods are not something we can guess. Even I cannot meet you at any time."

A gift is a gift, and a stance is a stance.

The Witcher is a member of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, and there is no way he could reveal any information about the God of Radiance.

Hearing the concealment in the other party's words, Geralt vaguely understood the reason for the matter.

I saw him twisting the magic formula, and a layer of faint golden light covered his body.

"You too?"

Nick was stunned, he was one of his own.

He was very familiar with the spell the other party released, which was golden light body protection.

Is the divine plan so far-reaching? Already infiltrated into the Warlock Brotherhood!

Geralt transformed the magic formula and released the Moon Spirit Shield, filling the room with moonlight.

"Your Majesty once bestowed upon me a Golden Light Taoist Seed. Seriously, I have a close relationship with the Ming Cult."

Nick nodded in agreement:

"What I'm saying is that you can be called a direct descendant of the Ming Cult."

He didn't know the specific number of golden light Tao seeds distributed by the gods, but he knew that most of the key positions in the church were now held by Tao seed holders.

"I can't talk to you about the matter of the gods. You can ask him face to face when you come to see him again. It's true that the gods have not seen guests these days."

Nick said "hmm" and then said:

"You don't have a direct way to contact the gods?"

If I can contact you directly, do I still need to contact you?

Geralt pursed his lips and shook his head slightly:

"No."

He didn't know that golden light Taoism could be used as a communication tool. Nick came to a conclusion in his mind and nodded slightly:

"You wait for now. When can you come to see me, I will inform you immediately."

"Okay, I'll live at the Violet Tavern at 120 Solent Street."

The afternoon sun is warm.

In a small gray building on Santa Maria Street in the Old Town.

Scott Guzman was lying on the recliner, feeling a strange energy flowing through his body, and his surprise never stopped.

After coming to Shattrath City from Loch Modan, he finally understood the meaning of the City of Holy Light. This is a city that will always have light.

During the day, there is a warm energy in the sunlight that refines the body, and at night, there is a cool energy in the moonlight that nourishes the soul.

The energy is very weak, and the refinement is silent. It is impossible for ordinary-level extraordinary people to perceive the benefits contained in it.

"If I had entered the Holy Light City a few years earlier, I might have had the ambition to advance to the sixth level.

Now, forget it. My wish is to be able to spend my old age and die peacefully."

Scott sighed slowly. When he learned that the God of Knowledge had fallen, the blood in his heart had slowly dissipated.

He felt that his life seemed to have no meaning anymore, and the sharpness he once had could no longer be seen in this old man.

He was unwilling to change his beliefs again. He practiced the creed of Oghma all his life and was ready to keep the purity of his beliefs from beginning to end until the end of his life.

The butler came in and whispered:

"Sir, Archbishop Soran sent a letter, and..."

"What else?"

Scott sat up from the recliner, and had a bad premonition, thinking that maybe Soran was looking for trouble for him?

"Come in," the butler turned his head and shouted to the outside of the door, and a little girl of eleven or twelve years old came in.

The butler continued:

"The person sent by Lord Soran left her here and left in a hurry, saying that you will know everything after reading the contents of the letter."

Scott took the letter and scanned it at a glance.

The content of the letter was not much, just explaining the girl's life experience and special features, and said that he wanted to send the girl to the selection of the Silver Dawn Legion.

The letter also said that the little girl was now helpless and asked him to take care of her.

Scott was silent. He once had a granddaughter who was very spoiled, but unfortunately died young.

Is this because he is worried that my refusal to change my faith will be detrimental to my future life, or is it because of something else?

Naturally, he thought of many things.

As a cardinal of a city, his mind was naturally very quick.

But not long after, he shook his head and laughed:

"I said I would put everything aside and spend my old age in peace, but I still like to fantasize. Oh, that's it."

He stood up and walked to the girl:

"Soraka, my name is..."

"Your name is Grandpa Scott. I saw you on the Christmas Day of the Gods."

Soraka's eyes were like two pools of autumn water, reflecting Scott's kind face.

Her smile was a little bitter:

"Grandma once told me that Grandpa was a cardinal who came out of the slums, and she always asked me to learn from your love of knowledge."

Scott was stunned. This happened a long time ago, so long ago that the memory of that suffering in his heart has reached the deepest part of his heart. When he salvaged the old picture again, it was already mottled and unclear.

He looked at this child who had lost all his relatives, experienced despair, and finally lived alone but was still strong, and nodded.

"Child, the letter said you want to be a warrior of the gods. Can you tell me what made you decide to sacrifice your faith?"

Scott suddenly remembered his childhood. His initial wish to firmly believe in the God of Knowledge was to have enough food and to change his dark fate.

"I want to use the power I have gained to protect myself when I am hurt. I want to protect those who are confused like me.

Grandma often said that knowledge changes fate.

However, the evil gods will not put down their butcher knives just because they have rich knowledge.

But we can use our own power to knock down the butcher knives in his hands."

You can hear immaturity, determination, and a hint of stubbornness in her words.

Soraka bit her lip:

"I want to use the sword in my hand to pierce the darkness of the gray fog."

"I have ambition. I once thought I could change everything."

Scott vaguely saw his former self. He shook his head and said to the butler:

"Prepare the car. I want to go to the Cathedral of Holy Light."

"Yes, sir," the butler turned and walked to the backyard.

Scott stretched out his calloused hands:

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet the servants of the gods you will believe in from now on. If you are qualified, you will be accepted."

Silver Dawn Legion Command.

Janice listened to the report of her subordinates and guessed the purpose of Scott's visit.

As the first Archbishop of the Kingdom of Ribia to surrender, he chose to give up power and weapons after the city completely surrendered, which was beyond her expectation.

Later, she contacted him several times. Combining his life experience, she judged that he should be confused and lost his pursuit and ambition.

She thought for a moment and strode to the reception room.

"Sir Janice," Scott stood up and saluted. He looked at the other party's heroic figure and felt emotional.

The other party was only twenty years old, but he was already a fifth-level extraordinary person, the highest commander of the Mingjiao Church's garrison.

It would be great if the descendants of the God of Knowledge became gods.

"Old senior, no need to be polite, sit down and talk."

She glanced at the girl next to the other party and raised her eyebrows.

In her spiritual perception, the girl was like a piece of cold jade emitting the breath of the bright moon.

Scott saw Janice sitting down, and slowly sat down too.

Janice retracted her gaze and smiled: "Are you still used to living in Shattrath City?"

"This is one of the best cities I have ever been to.

The purpose of coming here today is to recommend a child to join the Silver Dawn.

Soraka Nelson, she has a very special talent, and is not afraid of the pollution of the red moon."

The surprise in Janice's eyes grew stronger and stronger. When Scott finished speaking, she immediately said:

"No problem, I will test her myself.

It will take a long time, please wait patiently."

Scott stood up and bowed: "Please, sir."

"It is my responsibility to discover talents for your majesty."

Janice took Soraka's hand and left, and came to the meditation room.

Soraka whispered: "Sister, you have a very comfortable aura, which makes me feel very at ease."

"Your spiritual perception is very sharp. I will give you the most difficult test. If you can't pass it, I will slowly reduce the difficulty."

"Yes!" Soraka nodded heavily.

Janice thought for a moment and began to talk about the visualization of the Golden Light Mantra:

"I say, you do it.

First, close your eyes, relax your breathing, and maintain an empty state of mind.

When the distracting thoughts in your mind slowly disappear, imagine that there is a silver-white full moon hanging in the air not far in front of you, illuminating your whole body."

Soraka gradually couldn't hear any sound. She felt that she had come to a silent but peaceful place, and then a moon rose in the distance in front of her.

Janice turned off the light source and the room fell into darkness.

After a while, her eyes reflected the girl with a faint silver light emitting from her body. The other's chestnut hair seemed to become snow-white.

After a while, the girl's hair color flashed with golden light.

Klauen woke up from his deep sleep. Through the time hourglass, he sensed the time, six quarter in the evening.

He opened the curtains. At this time, the Moon Soul Aura Array in the city had been activated, and the soft silver aura spread.

He noticed the message from Nick and replied:

"Okay, let him take it to the manor, I will talk to him then."

He saw Janice's message again and was surprised that there was another person who could visualize the Golden Light Mantra without the Golden Light Dao Seed. He had to quickly reward the other person with a Dao Seed.

After advancing to the eighth level, he could create an extra batch of Golden Light Dao Seeds, and it was time to use them up slowly.

Through the Dao Seed, he sent his request to Janice:

"Bring Soraka to see me."

After processing the message, Clown summoned the golden wall.

[Golden Light Mantra: 295867/2000000; seventh level]

[Sun and Moon Rotation: 275458/2000000; eighth level]

[Holy Light Field (Tai Chi): 167982/3000000; second level]

Having been in a deep sleep, his proficiency in various skills has stagnated, and only one skill is slowly increasing - Sun and Moon Rotation.

This breathing method can improve as long as you breathe, although the proficiency increases by only a few dozen points every day.

Clown knows that even if he is not asleep, it is impossible to improve these skills quickly.

The eighth level is different from the seventh level.

It is difficult to improve in the material world.

Clown does not want to tolerate stagnation in strength. He knows that if he wants to improve, he can only do it in a roundabout way.

For example, improve the level of the spirit control.

I have to add more burdens to the two spirit controls, so that they have to practice themselves while I am asleep.