In an unnamed town outside Longxia Forest.
Moore, who was not wearing the white priest robe, stayed awake all night in the only tavern in the town. In the early morning, the burly tavern owner got up to go to the bathroom and passed by the tavern hall and woke him up.
"You haven't slept since last night? As a priest, isn't it inappropriate to stay out all night in the tavern?"
"Hmm." Moore opened his right eye a crack. "It's you. It's okay. No church service today." In this remote, shabby place, he didn't need to restrain himself at all.
The boss yawned and wiped the boogers from his eyes: "Would you like to have breakfast? I'll give you some milk." Although Mur, as a priest of the God of Light, was not very reliable, as a regular customer of the tavern, he never sold on credit and was not as rude as the adventurers. The boss had a good relationship with him.
"Okay, thank you. My stomach is not feeling well. I want an fried egg, bacon, and some bread." Moore struggled to get up from the table.
"Oh, that's a bit extravagant so early in the morning. Did something good happen?" The owner smoothed his messy hair, tied his apron, lit the stove, and took out a piece of stale bread to heat up. While the bread was still hot, he quickly walked to the door, opened it, and hung a sign on the door announcing that breakfast was available. In fact, the tavern didn't usually serve breakfast. This breakfast board was made six months ago during a spare time, and it hadn't been used ten times since it was made. But since the stove was already lit today, he might as well make some more.
Watching his boss bustling about, Moore shifted to a more comfortable sitting position. "A few magician apprentices came over a few days ago, didn't they? They said they were here to work on some project."
"Ah, you mean them." The boss hurriedly turned over the bread and pouted, "Several groups came here. They said the food here is terrible and they always complained about the hotel in Georgia. But although they are still young, they are also magicians. What else can we do except serve them well?" He shrugged indifferently, "I emptied the warehouse of high-quality ingredients that have been stored for several years and charged them three times the price. But what does this have to do with your good deed? Did you also charge them three times the price?" After that, he laughed twice, thinking it was funny and making himself laugh.
"Almost." Moore said vaguely: "A kid who is not short of money provided assistance to my not-so-wealthy family."
"Do they need prayers or blessings? Do they also believe in the God of Light?" The tavern owner was an adventurer in his youth. He wasn't as afraid of magicians as most people. Speak ill of them behind their backs, like students complaining about their mentors. It was harmless. "I thought they only believed in themselves."
"No, she asked me to soothe her horses."
"I know, the one who looks the richest, with a magic carriage—brilliant idea, did you do it?"
"No."
The two smiled at each other.
The adventurers completed their quests and headed to the Adventurer's Guild to collect their rewards. They still had a large pile of materials they'd shared with their generous employers and their companions to sell. The Guild's bulletin board hadn't posted any harvesting quests for those materials yet, and the small town's traveling merchants offered lower prices and were infrequent. This time, they'd had a good harvest, so they needed to head to a more prosperous area for higher profits and a chance to upgrade their equipment.
The trainee magicians had completed their assignments and didn't want to stay in the countryside any longer, so they planned to just take Beverly's car.
"I know you all want to go back, but first we need to find my coachman, or someone who can drive a carriage?" The coachman Beverly had taken from her home to Dragon Gorge Forest was an ordinary man she'd hired temporarily after leaving home. She'd managed to trick her mother into giving her the magic carriage, but she couldn't trick another coachman. The coachman refused to accompany her into Dragon Gorge Forest, as adventurers could drive anyway, so she left him at the town's only inn.
"Well, I know none of you know how to do that." Beverly put away the magic carriage, took one of the horses, and motioned for her classmate to take the other. "I remember the hotel is in this direction. We can also go get some breakfast there."
Eryi had just exchanged some loose change with magic coins at the Adventurer's Guild and was originally planning to look for a suitable place to set up a healing station. However, after listening to their conversation, she stopped and said, "I'm hungry too." She hoped that the food in this plane would satisfy her.
The combination of a group of glamorous magicians and a priest attracted the attention of passers-by. They did not dare to look at them openly, but only dared to discuss them quietly after they left their sight.
"What's going on?"
"A priest and a magician who came from nowhere are walking together and seem to be getting along well." How strange.
"That direction looks like it's going to Georgia's Inn, or maybe a tavern?"
“May God bless them.”
Eryi followed the magicians and reacquainted herself with the world. The town's roads were not clean and smooth, and there was something that looked like excrement on the roadside. Beverly took out a sachet and wanted to plug her nose. After finally reaching the inn, Beverly wanted nothing more than to call the driver down and get back into her carriage.
Because most of the business is done by adventurers, the tavern and the inn are adjacent to each other.
"Breakfast available," the sign outside the tavern read, complete with a realistic painting. "Our previous dinner here was pretty good, better than the hotel." While Beverly was inside the hotel to have the servants call the driver down, the newbies decided to go into the tavern for dinner.
"I don't think there's anything delicious in a place like this." Beverly touched her empty stomach as she entered the tavern and came face to face with the priest of the God of Light who had taken a bite of bread.
She took out her wand.
"Good, I found you."
Moore put down the bread in his mouth and stood up slowly. "Put down your wand." As an adult priest of the God of Light, he would never be afraid of an apprentice magician who had not yet achieved any level. "Apologize to the God of Light for your disrespectful behavior."
"Perhaps your God of Light would be ashamed of cheating me out of my magic coins?" Beverly said as the tip of her wand began to gather elements. She didn't care about the magic coins at all; she just wanted to beat up the priest in front of her. "I don't think so. You're all the same."
"You shouldn't let a noble priest serve your horse." Moore said in a loud voice.
"As expected of her," Beverly's classmates gave her a thumbs-up. "Having a priest serve her horse is incredible."
"So she has reason to say we hate her," Curly whispered.
Beverly's ears turned red, and the gathered elements flew towards the priest. She turned back and glared fiercely: "Do you still want to ride in my carriage?"
The rookies fell silent.
As an ordinary priest, Mur's fighting ability is not very good, but it is not so bad that he has no defense against an apprentice magician.
Spells and prayers were chanted between the two men. The tavern owner, who wanted to intervene, was tempted by a gold coin and retreated behind the counter. "We'll compensate you for your losses, just give us some breakfast first," said the young novices, who were not afraid of trouble.
Eryi watched with great interest. It was the first time she saw a priest from this dimension cast a spell.
——With my loyalty, I ask the God of Light to grant me the ability to protect myself.
——Please, God of Light, grant me the power to resist this unreasonable person.
This was the translated content. The language used in the spell was somewhat similar to that of magicians, but upon closer listening, there were some differences. Although the content of the spell was different, the pronunciation alone suggested that it belonged to the same system as several of Eryi's skills.
"Do my skills have anything to do with this plane?" Eryi asked Ling Lingba. "If you don't tell me, I'll try it myself." She began to recite a prayer spell, imitating the priestess of the God of Light, and elements began to gather around her visibly.
[Host, your physique is very compatible with the holy elements of this plane. Please explore the rest on your own.] Ling Lingba quickly stopped her.
"Who are you?" It was then, because of the gathering of light elements, that Murr noticed Eryi sitting in the corner. She was dressed in clean white clothing, a rare sight in this small border town. Traveling priests couldn't maintain cleanliness, so to conceal their appearance, they would often have various patterns on their garments. Furthermore, the light elements she gathered during her prayers were the most familiar to him, making it easy for him to imagine she was a high priestess of the God of Light.
"She's a priestess of Maria." Beverly's magic power was gradually failing. She picked up a nearby stool and threw it at Moore. "She's different from your priestess of the God of Light. She's very trustworthy."
"Didn't your parents tell you not to mess with the priests of the God of Light when you're out?" Mur's face darkened, his attention shifting away from Eryi again. Even if he hadn't been hit in the face by a stool, he couldn't have tolerated it. Even if the other party was a magician with a family crest.
On this continent, the God of Light has the most believers, meaning they have the greatest influence and the highest ceiling for power gained through prayer. This is also why the various gods compete for believers across the continent; it's a direct reflection of their power.
Priests can not only pray, bless, and heal, but there are also specialized combat priests. The priests of the God of Light are determined, and even the maverick magicians sometimes have to avoid the edge.
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