Chapter 114 Irelia’s Abnormality (extra update for the leader)
Realm Breakthrough!
It was such a delicate moment.
If something unexpected happened at this time, would his strength be reduced, or would he become a madman? A kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He put his hands behind his back, hunched over, and slowly moved towards the room in the distance.
However, just after taking two steps out, a voice came from behind: "Hey, Father Abraham..."
It's Virgil.
He always appeared at the most appropriate time. Virgil walked up to the old priest excitedly, then frowned: "Tsk, old priest, are you spraying perfume on yourself again?"
"I told you, these are useless. If you want to attract the nuns' attention, you need masculine charm, like me." Virgil puffed out his chest and bent his arms, revealing the non-existent muscles on his arms.
Father Abraham laughed unhappily and said, "You kid, are you asking for a beating?"
"How old am I, old man? How can I compare with you? When I was young, I didn't even care about your two pounds of flesh. Get out of here, get out of here, and don't bother me anymore."
Virgil smiled, and then his eyes drifted towards the room where Ron was: "Tsk, brother Ron, this is about to break through."
"Why didn't you tell me in advance so that I could arrange some experts to guard it... But I think it won't be a problem. There is a heroic assassin and a heroic witch in that room. They are not easy to deal with. I don't need to worry about them."
"I'd better go and do my own thing. I have a lot of things to deal with recently. By the way, old priest, you must not leave the church for the next period of time. It's not very peaceful outside."
"Damn it, I don't know which bastard, the one who gave birth to a son without an eye for his ass, actually targeted the elderly. In the past few days, sixty or seventy elderly people have died inexplicably."
"The City Lord's Mansion asked our church to cooperate in the investigation... What a bullshit investigation. I'm not a detective and I can't investigate a case." Virgil kept complaining. He scratched his head. He seemed to be really annoyed by these messy things in recent times. His fingers fell down, and there was messy hair between his fingers: "If this continues, I will become bald."
Just like before, whenever Virgil encountered difficult problems or was in a very bad mood, he would always come to Father Abraham to talk.
Father Abraham, as usual, patted Virgil on the shoulder and said, "You are young, and you are also a bishop... You will have to worry about the affairs of Morroll Church in the future. You can't let that old man Gerald run around everywhere, or his old bones will collapse."
After complaining a few more times, Virgil turned and left.
Everything seemed to be fine, except that Virgil, who was facing away from Father Abraham, had an increasingly sad expression on his face.
He sniffed and even with the perfume covering it up, he could still smell a faint odor that was disgusting.
Father Abraham, he was the priest who led him into the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and baptized him.
He clenched his teeth tightly, took a deep breath, and the expression on his face gradually returned to calm.
Is he really the mastermind behind everything? Or is he just a pawn pushed to the front?
Just after Virgil left, Father Abraham silently withdrew his gaze and continued to direct the gardener to mow the lawn, as if he had completely forgotten what he had intended to do before.
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On the other side, under the protection of Charlene and Cecilia, rich energy gradually gathered in Ron's body.
His body twitched involuntarily and he entered a meditative state. The spiritual space sometimes became blurry and sometimes became thick, as if countless colorful blocks of color were gathering in the spiritual space.
His mind began to wander.
Gradually, illusory mist began to rise in the spiritual space, making it hazy.
Although he was in a meditative state, he seemed to hear some strange noises, and illusory yet overlapping figures began to emerge in front of his dim eyes.
Sure enough, this breakthrough method is different from that in the game. In the game, as long as you complete the task and drink the potion, you can easily enter the next level without going through all this.
In the spiritual space, colorful blocks of color became more numerous and more intense.
Red, blue, black, white, purple, pink...
There were also countless colors that Ron couldn't even name, woven together to create a colorful starry sky hanging in the sky of the spiritual space.
It also seems like some kind of mysterious guidance, full of temptation.
A pale bone ship broke through the cover of the gray fog and began to sail in Ron's spiritual space, as if trying to break through the endless darkness. Countless gorgeous silk threads floated above the bone ship.
Suddenly, Ron seemed to understand.
He tried to spy out where the bone ship was sailing to.
boom……
What I saw before my eyes was the colorful sky. The bone ship that was flying freely in the darkness suddenly shattered and disappeared completely in an instant.
Ron's consciousness suddenly sank and merged with his body.
He opened his eyes and exhaled a long stream of air.
There was a hint of regret in his eyes. That bone ship was the soul-ferrying boat. Unfortunately, he still couldn't see where the soul-ferrying boat was going.
Beside him, Charlene and Cecilia, who had been guarding him like sculptures for who knows how long, finally relaxed.
At the window, Lydia was still brewing potion.
The difficulty of dispersing the soul was obviously higher. Lydia's face turned pale, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
He tried to get up, only to find that his legs had become a little stiff because he had been meditating for too long.
"How long has it been?"
Cecilia came over and held Ron's arm, then glanced at the clock on the wall: "Thirty-five hours."
Almost a day and a half.
No wonder both legs feel numb and sore.
However, the effect is also very obvious.
With the high-quality potion and long periods of meditation, the effect of the potion has been completely digested, and Ron's strength has successfully entered the panic level.
Not counting Ron's equipment and the attribute points rewarded by the system, a one-star panic level is several times higher than a nine-star extraordinary level.
Ron was quite satisfied with this improvement. He always believed that when the equipment was damaged, only one's own strength could be relied upon at any time.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
It looks like it might take some time for Lydia to make the potion.
Now can be said to be a very critical moment, Ron did not disturb Lydia at this time.
"Where's Irelia?" Ron suddenly asked.
"Sister Irelia came to see you a few times, but she didn't bother you because you were in the process of making a breakthrough. Irelia has been staying in the library these days studying the holy chants."
"I heard that Sister Irelia has mastered five holy chants now."
Ron was also a little surprised. He felt that Irelia seemed to be stimulated by something and was working very hard in her cultivation. This was not good. He had to find a chance to remind Irelia, otherwise her body and will would not be able to hold on.
Speaking of which, we also have to prepare some equipment for Irelia... because the original Irelia is not a combat nun, and the church did not prepare very good magic items for Irelia, and the consumption of magic power by the holy chant is very serious.
Until now, Ron still couldn't figure out what was going on with Irelia. In her magical semi-awakened form, she mastered the chant even faster than in the game.
However, there was no significant increase in mental strength.
Having never experienced this kind of scenario, Ron didn't know how to solve Irelia's problem.
"By the way, sir, here is an invitation for you..." Cecilia seemed to remember something, and quickly handed an invitation to Ron, saying, "It's from Mr. Loggins of the Bauhinia Auction House."
An invitation and some tickets to the auction.
The auction of the Thunder and Fire Sword will take place tonight.
I took a look at the sky and it seemed to be getting late.
"Let's go now. There should be a lot of good things at this auction." Ron thought for a moment and said.
"Okay." Charlene nodded immediately and agreed wholeheartedly with Ron's arrangement. After all, although it was to protect her master, standing in an unchanging room for thirty-five hours was ultimately a cruel torture.
Not physically tired, but mentally quite exhausted.
As a killer, this kind of situation would occasionally occur. Charlene's endurance was much stronger than that of the average person. That was why Charlene admired Cecilia so much. This nun, whose body was obviously much weaker than hers, had never shown any slackness from beginning to end. Even without the high-level contract documents, her will was more resolute than hers.
This woman is either a lunatic or an idiot, even more stupid than her.
After changing into a set of clothes and putting on a gentleman's hat, Ron left the room. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Father Abraham tidying up the garden not far away.
This old priest seemed to have put all his energy into the greening of the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
Abraham!
PATRICIA ABRAHAM!
Is it possible that the Great Saint Christian would be killed by Patridge? Soon, Ron shook his head and denied the idea in his mind.
The Patrich recorded in history books has another surname - Andre!
Ron took a step forward and walked towards old Father Abraham, ready to say hello to him.
[Beep, system prompt, infinite death system activated! ]
[Mission Background: The Eternal Freedom Sect has lost face after a series of failures. A divine messenger has decided to take action against you personally...]
A frown appeared on Ron's forehead. Will the Eternal Freedom Sect ever stop?
Chapter 5 is here. Today's update is done. I think the leader has finished adding more chapters. I will add more chapters tomorrow. Thank you for the reward from Xueyue Guhan. Thank you for your support.
(End of this chapter)