The facts of the theft on that day were initially reconstructed through the Magic Guild and the Believers' Guild. The magicians and the churches that received the news began to turn their attention to the healing stations.
Magic Guild.
"I once asked someone in the guild if they knew anything about the healing station. I didn't expect that magic apprentices from the magic guild had come to her many times to sell magic power."
A male magician said seriously, "Generally, these storage devices need to be custom-made. I haven't received any orders for such items."
"If a magic apprentice's magic power is injected, the overflow will be greater than the retained part. This is a qualitative issue. But from their description, it seems that there is no overflow."
An older-looking magician suddenly realized, "No wonder the sales of various primary materials have been so good recently. I thought this year's apprentices had finally gotten wiser and were willing to spend a fortune to cultivate their basic knowledge."
"Silence." The long-haired magician sitting at the head of the table tapped the table with his wand.
"If Saroyan's description is correct, the magic orbs in the healing station are likely relics of a previous civilization." He was referring to the chaotic era on the continent, when magicians, with the support of various monarchs, developed many inventions. However, they were often lost due to war.
"I really want to know the internal structure. I heard that the house was decorated with magic when it opened."
A female magician expressed great interest: "I can use magic to decorate it myself, but ordinary priests don't know this kind of magic, and it's impossible to perform a spatial law transformation on that scale in such a short period of time."
"Even my mentor can't do it," she added solemnly.
"I'm very interested in her toilet." A young wizard who had been silent nearby expressed a different opinion: "How can a basic spell be triggered and released spontaneously over and over again? I heard that the bathroom is free to use, so how should the magic power consumption be solved?" This wizard usually likes to develop various new magic circles. He believes that after peace comes to the continent, they should focus on using magic to improve life.
"The toilet thing isn't important." A proud mage interrupted him. "It's not that I look down on them, but when did those priests who only know how to pray develop the ability to instantly render a second-level magician unconscious?"
"I had a fight with the priests of the God of Light last time. Even though the location was within their territory, they definitely didn't have the ability to do this."
"Could it be that some magician suddenly doesn't want to continue studying magic and goes to flatter the gods?"
The magicians started discussing again, wondering which instructor had failed to teach well enough to cause such a strange thing to happen.
A magician hesitated and said, "I noticed that Saroyan took out a bottle of potion?"
"Is he connected with that person?" several people asked vigilantly.
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"Forget it, stop pretending. Who here doesn't have his contact information?" A magician sitting at the last seat broke the silence.
"Bullshit, no matter what, we will not rely on the power of the abyss." The young wizards drew their wands.
"According to you, how did the previous civilization fight against those priests?" The magician was not to be outdone.
The discussion of the Magic Guild ended in a bad mood again. The topic had gone too far and they always found ways to make their own people fight each other.
The major churches shifted from being indifferent and suppressing the situation to being cautious. They took some time to gather together, led by the heads of the churches, to discuss the matter.
"We have checked the information in the god record list of the Believers' Guild. The god worshipped by the priestess in the healing station is named Maria. We have sufficient reason to believe that Maria is not a newly born god." The representative of the God of Light spoke first.
"We have also checked the record book and the number of believers. They have very few believers, which seems to be disproportionate to the faith power shown in the record book. What do you mean?" The representative of the Goddess of Life was obviously fully prepared.
The representative of the God of Light slowly said, "After the Believers' Guild is officially established, all gods will be included in the roster. Gods not included will be unable to preach on the continent. After all, they have already infiltrated every corner of the continent. Half-elves have this ability. But what if they have already gained enough believers before the Believers' Guild is established?"
The representative of the Goddess of Blessing said with a hint of disdain: "The God of Light had already gained sufficient faith before the Believers' Union was established. According to you, you could have simply not registered at that time."
"You're right." The representative of the God of Light ignored the ridicule. "We didn't have to register at the time. We registered because the gods ordered us to. In other words, if the gods themselves didn't want to register, they could have simply avoided it if they had the ability."
"In fact, although there is no evidence, we have repeatedly suspected that the gods who were driven out before were gods from previous civilizations."
"From what happened the night of the theft, it seems this god can grant his believers the power of spiritual attack. This is terrifying."
"That thief was a second-level magician, but he couldn't hurt the priestess at all. Do you know what this means? And according to the records of the Believers' Guild, Maria is good at dispelling curses. This doesn't sound good."
"Can't you, the Goddess of Harvest, come out and say a few words?" The representative of the God of War suddenly spoke up. "I heard that one of your believers works for her. I can't believe you actually allowed this to happen."
There were two people representing the Church of the Harvest Goddess this time. One was the head priest who had just returned from a business trip, and the other was a blond priest who had met Eryi before.
The head priest spoke in an official tone, "She provided work to our believers, and her actions did not violate any of the rules of the Believers' Union. We have also tested her on the believers and found no Abyssal Aura. This is sufficient."
"I heard that some of you have had contact with her?" a priest suddenly asked the head priest.
"Speaking of contact, why not ask the one who was born last year...what was his name?"
"That kind of low-class church has no right to sit down with us and discuss this matter."
The attendant behind the representative of the God of Light clapped his hands vigorously twice. After everyone quieted down, the representative of the God of Light looked at the chief priest of the Goddess of Harvest and said, "I have heard about this matter too. I believe you have brought the person involved here. Is it the one behind you?" He gestured to the blond priest behind the chief priest.
"yes."
There was a commotion.
"Jory, tell me what happened that day again."
The blond priest's handsome and elegant face was still filled with confidence as he spoke of the events of that day: "It started out as just a playful incident between children. I believe similar incidents often occur in various temples..."
After he finished speaking, the chief priests saw that he didn't get the point and had to ask questions themselves.
"Is the aura she carries different from that of everyone here?" An experienced priest could roughly tell who his colleagues were just by looking at their aura whenever he met them outside.
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Qiao Li thought about it carefully. "I didn't think too much about it at the time. If I had to say the difference between her and you guys," Qiao Li looked around and recalled, "She has the aura of holy elements, but almost no aura belonging to the gods."
There was a silence.
"If I'm not mistaken, she is a divine guide, right?" a priest asked tentatively.
A chief priest of a god who existed for a long time but was not very famous said weakly: "Have you noticed her charges for treatment? She clearly marked the price, and to be honest, it has a little impact on us." He had not yet found out the specific treatment effects. After all, not many people had received treatment at the treatment station, and most of them were adventurers who had less contact with it.
"It is said that she also has a light spirit?"
"It's just an ordinary elf." A priest replied. It seemed that he was secretly paying attention to the various movements of the healing station.
The sound of communication echoed in the hall again.
After the chief priests left, the next round of action began.
"I want all her information, starting from her birthplace."
"Send the letter to the capital." The head priest blessing the goddess suddenly glanced at his attendant and changed his words, "You will go there in person later, using the teleportation array."
A priest of the God of Light seemed to remember something and reported to their chief priest: "A priest in the small town near the Dragon Gorge Forest once sent a letter with a description of Maria's priesthood."
"Bring the letter."
The attendant was plagued by a headache, simply because the priest stationed in the nameless town near the Dragon Gorge Forest would send a letter every few days. On the surface, it looked like management reports, but in reality, it was just flattery for the head priest. Over the years, his letters piled up like a mountain.
After a long search, the attendants finally found a letter with a relatively close date among the pile. After a preliminary inspection of the contents, they handed it to the head priest.
The head priest opened the letter, took out the paper, and placed it on the table. He was silent for a long time. After about half a quarter of an hour, he finally said, "Have him come here in person, and send someone to take his place."
"Find someone to investigate the healing capabilities of the Healing Station. Don't let the King know about this for now."
When the high priests gathered together, they all had something in their hearts that they knew very well, but they did not say it out loud.
If her power wasn't due to the gods, but to herself, her personal faith would be enough to elevate any god's power to a higher level.
Eryi discovered that there were a lot of strange-looking people in the treatment station recently.
There were farmers who didn't look like farmers, adventurers who didn't look like adventurers, and nobles who didn't look like nobles. Right now, she was looking at two of these people.
A man who looked anything but wealthy arrived at the inn dressed in somewhat extravagant clothing. He was followed by a servant in coarse linen, but the servant, judging by the skin exposed outside his clothes and his gait, looked more like a wealthy man than his employer.
More importantly, his identity was clearly exposed in the control panel: he was the priest of the Blessing Goddess.
The leading man had a rough voice. As soon as he entered the door, he sat down in front of Eryi and said, "Please help me take a look at my feet." As he said that, he was about to take off his shoes.
"Wait." Eryi stopped him and gestured for him to take a look at the price list.
"30 silver coins."
The man wasn't seriously injured, his health at 96%, and he had no other abnormalities. No need to remove his shoes, just cast a healing spell and he'd be fine.
The priest who was blessing the goddess stepped forward, silently took out 30 silver coins and placed them on the table, then politely returned to his position.
Eryi was already accustomed to these priests coming to gather intelligence. After accepting the coins, he began chanting a spell over the injured man. A warm yellow light enveloped the man for a short while, and his health points were successfully restored to full.
"It's done." Eryi took the silver coins from the table and began practicing her skills. Her curse dispelling skills had successfully been upgraded to intermediate curse dispelling skills. She was now specializing in intermediate dispelling skills, specifically for dealing with zombie viruses, which would increase revenue for the rental business in the doomsday plane.
"Is it really healed?" the injured man asked in surprise, and tried to move his toes. After finding that it really didn't hurt, he finally took off his shoes and exposed his smelly feet.
Maorongrong was so annoyed by him that he moved to another place.
The priest who blessed the goddess listened silently to every spell that Eryi recited.
The priest who blessed the goddess returned to the temple, and his companions came forward to inquire about the healing effects of the healing station.
"Stop standing there, okay? Come on and talk."
"How long will it take her to heal an injury like that?"
"Maybe ten seconds... I don't know." He said roughly.
"That kind of wound would take me an hour...I'm not sure what that means?"
"She didn't even ask the victim to take off his shoes while she cast the spell."
Several priests gathered together to discuss what level of priest was needed to perform rapid remote healing.
Taking advantage of the time his companions were discussing, he quietly went to the head priest's private office and reported what he had learned.
"Her healing prayers did not include the names of gods."
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