Chapter 519 Our Own People

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

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

Many people have to work during the day, and the night becomes their rare time to relax. The hustle and bustle will fade away and eventually become quiet until the curfew comes.

Geralt looked at the plaque on the wall: '10 Solent Street'.

He nodded slightly, walked to the front door, and shouted to the gatekeeper: "I want to see Archbishop Nick. White Wolf Geralt is here to visit."

On the third day after he met the God of Light on the night of the red moon, he went to see him again, but was told that the god was too busy to receive him.

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

He had no choice but to seek help from his acquaintances.

Seeing two people coming out of the lobby, Jello repeated his words:

"I need to see Archbishop Nick. Geralt the White Wolf is here for a visit."

The two men carefully looked at the man in front of them: his hair was full of white, and a scar on his forehead ruined the original beauty of his face. As he spoke, the scar twisted, like a giant centipede lying on the ground, ready to bite anyone. Behind him, he was carrying two weapons.

"Sir, do you know the Archbishop?"

"Yes, I have known Archbishop Nick since he was a priest in Zak 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 may wait a moment."

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

Not long after, the neatly dressed butler and gatekeeper returned together.

The gatekeeper opened the door, and the housekeeper said kindly:

"Sir Geralt, I am the butler Pierre. The archbishop is waiting for you in the study. Please follow me."

"Thank you, Mr. Butler," the witcher nodded in thanks, and the two walked into the main building of the villa together.

When they arrived at a door on the third floor, the butler pushed it open and motioned for the witcher to go in.

Nick laughed:

"Haha, Geralt, I'm surprised you didn't go back to Shandeni Island.

Please take a seat. "

His relationship with the demon hunters was average, and they only met in Zak Town. However, the other party had indeed helped him in the past, and although he received rewards, he still had some gratitude.

Without the opponent's powerful fighting force at that time, it is unclear whether the situation in Zak Town could have been sustained.

Another very important point is that Zak Town is the place that changed his life, so he has some good feelings towards the demon hunter.

“I have something I want to ask the God of Light, so I choose to stay.

However, I kept hitting a wall when I went to see Your Majesty, so I had no choice but to ask for help from Your Excellency."

Geralt hated playing tricks, so he stated his purpose directly.

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

“Inside is a gadget that changes colors depending on the mood of the person who touches it. It’s perfect as a toy for children.

Also, congratulations to the Archbishop on his impending fatherhood.”

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

He touched the crystal ball, and immediately strands of golden light appeared inside the ball, as if sunlight was shining into it.

Nick smiled knowingly and said:

"That's thoughtful. I never thought I would receive a gift from Geralt the White Wolf."

His tone was much friendlier.

After a moment's silence, Nick said:

"The gods are not something we can speculate on. Even I cannot meet with Your Majesty at any time."

Gifts are gifts, and positions are positions.

The Demon Hunter is a member of the Warlock Brotherhood, and it is impossible for him to leak any information about the God of Light.

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

He just made some hand gestures and a layer of faint golden light covered his body.

"You can do that, too?"

Nick was stunned. They were one of us.

He was very familiar with the spell cast by the other party, which was the golden light protecting the body.

Is the plan of the gods so far-reaching? They have already penetrated the inner circle of the Warlock Brotherhood! Geralt changed his spell and released the Moon Spirit Shield, filling the room with moonlight.

"Your Majesty once gave me a Golden Light Dao Seed. If you think about it carefully, I have a close relationship with the Ming Cult."

Nick nodded in agreement:

"That's right, you can be called a direct descendant of the Ming Cult."

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

"I can't tell you about the gods. You can ask them in person when you see them again. It's true that the gods haven't been seeing guests in recent days."

Nick said "hmm", then said, "You don't have a way to contact the gods directly?"

If I could contact you directly, would I need to look for you?

Geralt pursed his lips and shook his head slightly:

"No."

He didn't know that the Golden Light Dao Seed could be used as a communication tool. Nick came to a conclusion in his mind and nodded slightly:

"Please wait for a while. I will let you know when you can have an audience with me."

"Yes, I live at the Violet Tavern, 120 Solent Street."

The afternoon sun is warm.

In a small gray building on Santa Maria Street in the old town.

Scott Guzman lay on a recliner, feeling a strange energy flowing through his body, his surprise never stopping.

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

During the day, there is a warm energy in the sunlight that tempers the body. At night, there is a cool energy in the moonlight that nourishes the soul.

The energy is extremely weak, and it refines things silently. It is impossible for ordinary-level extraordinary people to perceive the benefits contained therein.

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

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

Scott sighed deeply. When he learned that the God of Knowledge had fallen, the passion in his heart slowly faded away.

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, and he practiced the tenets of Oghma throughout his life, ready to keep his beliefs pure until the end of his life.

The butler came in and whispered, "Sir, Archbishop Soren sent a letter, and..."

"what else?"

Scott sat up from the recliner, and had a bad feeling. He thought, could it be that Soran was trying to make him unhappy? "Come in," the housekeeper turned around and shouted to the outside of the door, and a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old walked in.

The butler continued:

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

Scott took the letter and scanned it quickly.

The content of the letter was not much, it just explained the girl's background 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 whom he doted on, but unfortunately she died young.

Was he worried that my refusal to change my faith would be detrimental to my future life, or was it because of something else? Naturally, he had many thoughts.

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

But not long after, he shook his head and laughed, "I said I would let go of everything and spend my old age in peace, but I still like to daydream. Oh, forget it."

He stood up and walked to the girl: "Soraka, my name is..."

"Your name is Grandpa Scott, I saw you on the Spirit Christmas Day."

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

There was something bitter in her smile: "My grandmother once told me that my grandfather was a cardinal who came from 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 had already sunk to the deepest part of his heart. When he fished out the old scenes again, they were already blurred.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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

"Child, the letter said that you want to become a warrior of the gods. Can you tell me what made you decide to devote your faith to this?"

Scott suddenly remembered his childhood. His original desire for firmly believing in the God of Knowledge was to have enough food to eat and to change his gloomy fate.

“I want to be able to use the power I gain to protect myself when I’m hurt, and I want to protect those who are lost like me.

My grandma always said that knowledge changes destiny.

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

But we can use our own strength to knock the butcher knife out of his hand."

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

Soraka bit her lip.

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

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

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

"Prepare the car. I'm going to the Cathedral of Holy Light."

"As you wish, sir," the butler turned and walked towards the backyard.

Scott stretched out his calloused hands and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see the servants of the god you will believe in from now on. If you are qualified, you will be taken in."

Silver Dawn Legion Headquarters.

Janice listened to her subordinates' reports and guessed in her mind the purpose of Scott's visit.

It was beyond her expectation that the other party, as the first Archbishop of the Kingdom of Ribia to surrender, would choose to give up power and weapons after the city completely surrendered.

Later, she contacted the other party several times, and based on his life experience, she judged that he must be confused and had lost his pursuit and enterprising spirit.

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

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

The other party is only twenty years old, but he is already a fifth-level transcendent and the supreme commander of the Ming Cult’s garrison.

How wonderful it would be 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 him and raised her eyebrows.

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

Scott saw Janice sitting down and slowly sat down as well.

Janice retracted her gaze and said with a smile, "Are you still used to living in Shattrath City?"

“This is one of the best cities I’ve ever been to.

The purpose of my visit today is to recommend a child to enter the Silver Dawn.

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

Janice's surprise grew more and more. When Scott finished speaking, she immediately said:

“No problem, I’ll test her myself.

It will take a while, please be patient."

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

"It is my responsibility to discover talents for Your Majesty."

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

Soraka said softly: "Sister, there is a very comfortable aura about you, which makes me feel at ease."

"Your spiritual perception is very sharp. I will give you the most difficult test. If you cannot pass it, I will gradually reduce the difficulty."

"Yes!" Soraka nodded heavily.

Janice thought for a moment and began to describe the visualization of the Golden Light Mantra: “I say, you do.

First, close your eyes, relax your breathing, and keep an empty mind.

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

Soraka gradually could not hear any sound. She felt that she had come to a silent but peaceful place, and then a sun rose in the distance before her eyes.

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

After a while, her eyes reflected a girl whose body was emitting a faint silver light, and her originally chestnut hair seemed to turn snow-white.

After a while, the girl's hair began to sparkle with golden light.

Crown woke up from his deep sleep and sensed the time through the hourglass: it was a quarter past six in the evening.

He drew open the curtains. At this time, the Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array in the city had been activated, and soft silver spiritual light spread out.

He noticed the message from Nick and replied, "Okay, let him take it to the manor and I'll talk to him then."

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

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

Through the Tao Seed, he sent his request to Janice: "Bring Soraka to me."

After processing the message, Crown summoned the Golden Wall.

[Golden Light Mantra: 295867/2000000; Level 7]

[Sun and Moon Rotation Skill: 275458/2000000; Level 8]

[Holy Light Field (Tai Chi): 167982/3000000; Level 2]

Having been in a deep sleep, the proficiency of his various skills stagnated, except for one skill that was slowly improving - the Sun and Moon Rotation Technique.

This breathing method allows you to improve just by breathing, although the proficiency level increases by only a few dozen points each day.

Crown understood that even if he had not fallen asleep, it would have been impossible to improve these skills quickly.

The eighth level is different from the seventh level.

It is difficult to achieve improvement in the material world.

Klauen did not want to tolerate stagnation in strength. He understood that if he wanted to improve, he had to take a roundabout way.

For example, improving the level of spirit control.

I have to give the two spirit controllers more responsibilities and let them practice self-cultivation while I am asleep.

(End of this chapter)