Chapter 3 Gift
The raindrops hitting the wooden house made a dull sound, as if telling the world that this was the power of nature showing its infinite power.
There was no sadness or joy, but a message full of eternal power and terrible majesty, which reached the mind of the girl kneeling on the ground!
That was not a language or words belonging to humans at all, and there was no trace of mortal emotion. The indescribable flow of information was rearranged and combined to form a meaning that her poor mind could understand.
A god!
Irene was shocked. She didn't expect that the source of the sound was actually the god in mythology!
There are many legends about Poseidon around the east coast. The priests of the Church of Storms believe that he is the manifestation of the Lord of Storms, and many sailors and fishermen believe in Poseidon.
She knew that the gods in myths and legends were mostly capricious. Sometimes they would save the world, but sometimes they would destroy everything.
I must repay this god. On the one hand, I should be grateful, and on the other hand, I must not bring disaster to this town!
"God, thank you for saving us. I have no way... no way to repay you, but I will do my best. No matter what you ask for, I will find a way to meet it."
Irene responded cautiously, fearing to anger this mysterious god.
Carl suddenly discovered that conveying thoughts would consume very little spiritual energy. It seems that every communication needs to be cherished.
He decided not to use real language to communicate, but only to convey commands containing the most basic meanings. It would be best to save the spiritual power, which was already limited.
The command, which was devoid of any human emotion and yet whose meaning she could understand, suddenly emerged deep in the girl's heart.
She understood immediately!
"Great being, do you need the power contained in that amulet? Do you want me to get it to that transparent bottle?"
Irene nodded repeatedly, stood up, ran outside the wooden house, and suppressed her nausea while finding a purple finger-shaped amulet from the priest's charred body. The charred flesh and blood were stuck to it, which looked extremely disgusting.
Carl had long sensed the spiritual power contained in it, and he was eager to try it deep down, as if he was facing a delicious dessert.
Irene knelt in front of the transparent bottle, held the finger-shaped purple amulet in her trembling hands, and offered it with slurred words in fear.
"Great Lord of the Lost, I, I dedicate it to you."
The next moment, the spiritual power contained in the finger amulet rushed to Carl's soul in the bottle.
He suddenly discovered that after waking up from darkness, the efficiency of devouring spiritual energy increased significantly.
However, the spiritual power contained in the amulet was too insignificant compared to the bottle, so it was quickly completely swallowed up by Carl.
Assuming that the original spiritual capacity limit of Carl's incomplete soul is ten, it turns into thirty after swallowing the spirituality in the bottle. After completely eating the amulet, the spiritual capacity limit increases to only thirty-two.
His spiritual energy, which had been almost exhausted from casting the "curse", was restored to nearly one tenth.
"Huh?"
Irene was surprised to find that the purple fingers were withering visibly, and finally turned into black ashes and disappeared.
Another extremely magical scene!
It was as if it had been eaten by the great god!
"Are you satisfied?" Irene asked with her head down, and took a look at her brother's condition.
Suddenly, she found that there was something wrong with her brother's breathing, and it gradually became rapid.
“Chris!”
Soon Irene realized that her brother had a fever!
However, it is difficult to find medicine in such heavy rain weather, and once young children have a fever, the mortality rate is alarming!
Irene stared at her brother whose breathing had become rapid. She was struggling and in great pain inside. She had the urge to get up and go to town in the night rain.
But now the heavy rain made the roads slippery and muddy, and even if she could get to the town overnight, she had no money to buy expensive antipyretic drugs.
Every day there are patients in towns who cannot afford to pay. Doctors who are used to seeing these patients have long been numb to them. It is difficult to get medicine just by begging. Moreover, if something happens to me during the treatment, my brother might not survive.
"How could this be?"
As one crisis after another arose, Irene was almost devastated, tears of despair kept flowing from her eyes.
Oh, there is another way.
Only by continuing to pray to this great god can perhaps he save his brother.
With tears streaming down her face, she knelt on the ground and prayed again to the mysterious existence who could save herself and her brother.
"Please save us, great Lord of the Lost, I am willing to give you everything!"
"God, please save my brother. I can't leave him!"
He will be saved. 】
There was no sadness or joy, as if the voice of a god from another world suddenly came into her mind, and Irene looked up in astonishment.
A strong feeling of fear welled up in her heart. The mysterious being that suddenly appeared satisfied her wishes so easily. Was he a great and benevolent god or an extremely evil devil?
But no matter whether the other party is a god or a devil, as long as He can save my brother, I can give Him anything!
Irene knelt down despite the pain in her legs and pleaded with the mysterious voice without any room for resistance.
"Please save my brother. As long as you don't hurt my family, you can take anything from me!"
As long as your life and soul can save the lives of your family, they are worth it. As long as your family lives healthily, it is already a favor from fate!
As a former commercial salesperson, Carl no longer knows what embarrassment in communication is and is almost a social phobia.
He knows best the series of techniques and methods on how to communicate, connect and build trust with "customers".
"Customers" never truly trust anyone. They only believe in what they expect and want, and become obsessed with it, even unable to extricate themselves.
What the two people before them need is not even strength and dignity, but simply the right to live.
Then, we can reach cooperation with them.
Carl's non-human will was heard again, full of awe-inspiring majesty that made people want to worship him.
A serious will was conveyed and then reconstructed into an understandable meaning. Irene was slightly stunned, and then she realized that from the very beginning, she must accept the fate that the mysterious existence was about to give her.
Fate has revealed an irresistible corner, no matter whether the source of the voice is an evil devil or a great god!
Carl could clearly feel that the green grass rune in his soul possessed the property of "healing", and perhaps it could cure the baby's illness.
But how to exert this power is indeed a problem.
If he wants to have an impact on the outside world, he will consume a lot of his own spiritual power. It would be better to use the little spiritual power he has left as a trump card.
Well, it seems that we can try a different approach.
He could feel a strong enough connection with the girl to share the power to activate the green grass rune.
The next moment, Carl conveyed his will again, ordering Irene to stare at the transparent bottle not far away.
"What does that mean?"
At this point, Irene knew that she could only completely believe in the mysterious existence of the source of the sound.
When she looked at the bottle on the wooden bed, she suddenly found a dazzling black cross in the middle of the old transparent bottle.
The twisted and terrifying aura it exuded froze her whole body!
When looking directly at the black light, all the colors in the world seemed to disappear in an instant, and everything in the painting was reduced to the most basic black and white. The sounds around completely disappeared, and all spirituality and life seemed to have been deprived to the point where they could no longer be deprived.
Everything has an end, and everything will be completely destroyed by Him. At the same time, extremely terrifying thoughts emerged from Irene's mind.
This is the power of God!
How great!
Be respectful!
That is the great power of the Lost Lord!
Irene trembled subconsciously, and the light and shadow of the green grass rune faintly appeared in her pupils.
Carl felt that there was already an "imprint of the soul" in Irene's soul, which was enough to activate the magical power contained in the green grass rune.
The action just now was like sharing some kind of administrator privileges, but considering her pitifully small soul mass, bearing one soul imprint might be her limit.
Irene was extremely confused and her body was shaking slightly.
She suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a warm power hidden deep in her heart, gentle enough to heal any wounds in the ordinary world.
There is no doubt that it is the power bestowed by the great Lord of the Lost!
The wind howled with thunder and rushed in from outside the wooden house, bringing with it extremely fierce rain that hit her hard, tearing her clothes like a sharp blade, and it was so cold that she shivered violently.
The light of the firewood went out, and the girl, who was soaked all over, was lost in the darkness.
She didn't know whether that power could really save her brother's life, so she subconsciously prayed to the gods and heaven.
"Gods and fate in heaven! Please don't take him away no matter what!"
The girl in the wind and rain roared, her eyes looking up at the sky, her face full of tears.
However, can the righteous God preached by the church really have mercy on the world?
If they were really useful, wouldn't my father and mother have returned long ago?
Gods are useless!
A firm look flashed in her eyes, and she changed her tone and shouted:
"Great Lost Lord, please save him!"
Irene took a deep breath, turned and walked to her brother, slowly sat down, and struggled to lift the baby's hot head.
"Be good, be good, get well."
Deep down, Irene was anxious, confused, but also hopeful. Faint green grass runes appeared in her pupils, and her hands gradually emitted a emerald green light full of vitality.
The baby, whose whole body was burning with fever, had already fallen into coma. The weight of life was so small and fleeting. Suddenly, an extremely gentle warm current gradually flowed into the baby's body.
At this moment, Irene's heart is all on him. She sincerely hopes that her brother's little life will not be lost here. Great Lord of the Lost, please bring down a miracle.
A miracle happened!
As the gentle warm current flowed in, the baby's breathing became steady, the burning heat in his body gradually subsided, and the painful expression on his face disappeared.
The baby was still drowsy but his fever was gone. The disease that could have caused death was instantly gone. The whole thing was a miracle that happened in an instant!
An extremely surprised look appeared on Irene's face. It was successful!
The power just now was the divine power bestowed by the Lord of Loss!
How on earth can I repay Him!
(End of this chapter)
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