Chapter 88: Weekend
When Crown returned to his room, a question suddenly occurred to him.
According to his memory, the climate in the north of the Farouk Kingdom is characterized by continuous rain in late autumn, and once the temperature drops completely, it will soon begin to snow.
Judging from this experience, this rain will probably last for several days.
Even if the spiritual toxins in rainwater do not directly come into contact with ordinary people, they will still pollute them, after all, water will evaporate.
The effect of the Golden Light Talisman Water on mental pollution is better than that of the Holy Water, but he doesn't have much stock now, so he mainly has to rely on the Holy Water. If the low-concentration Holy Water doesn't work, he has to use the high-concentration one.
However, the limit of what ordinary people can bear is Holy Water No. 2. They cannot afford any higher concentration. It is best to save the Golden Light Talisman Water for use at that time.
The consumption of holy water will increase dramatically, and as many people as possible must go to the church hall to pray, and the magic circle must be kept running around the clock to deal with the inevitable dangers.
Thinking of this, he put on his raincoat and went out into the wind and rain again.
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The people in the cabin listened quietly to Crown's analysis. When he finished, Nick nodded:
"I've always felt like I've overlooked something. I see. But don't worry too much. When the magic circle in the central hall is fully operational, it will have a purifying light effect. We just need to guide the townspeople to enter in batches to pray."
"The worship hall can only hold a few hundred people. Even if they are purified during prayer, it must take a long enough time to be completely purified, right? But there are three thousand people here. I don't think it's optimistic. When spiritual pollution accumulates to a certain extent, the development of the situation may be far beyond our expectations."
"What Clown said makes sense," Geralt said. "Usually, when things first start to happen, we won't pay much attention to them. Once they develop to a certain extent, they will deteriorate at a much faster rate than before. At that time, it will become very difficult to save them."
"I think from now on, the prayer hall must be kept full 24 hours a day until the heavy rain stops, and everyone must be forced to take turns."
"If ordinary people stay indoors, it shouldn't cause large-scale pollution, right?" Nick thought the other two were exaggerating. "However, since you are concerned, then do as you think. This way, the output of holy water will be much higher, which is also good."
Crown nodded and said, "I will go and organize the people to enter the worship hall now. Del, you come and assist me."
He directly conscripted the men.
"Uh, okay," Del agreed, standing up and bowing.
"I'll come too. I'll leave this to you, Geralt." Nick laughed and said, "I doubt whether Clown can preside over a complete service."
"Haha, I have the same suspicion," the witcher laughed. In his impression, it seemed that he rarely saw this Crusader go to the worship hall, let alone preside over the worship ceremony.
Clown grinned and agreed with what they said. His original idea was to ask Evelyne to preside over the ceremony. As the chief assistant of the priest in handling religious affairs, the nun was very familiar with the process of the ceremony.
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In the worship hall, two white candles as thick as arms were burning on the pulpit at the front. Clown stood behind the pulpit with a flaming Bible in his hands, and Nick and Evelynna stood on either side of him.
On the walls on both sides of the hall, there is a glass oil lamp with a black metal grid frame hung every four or five meters.
Special herbal juice and holy water were added to the lamp oil. The light was white and bright, with a soothing fragrance. The whole hall was as bright as day.
At this time, the place was packed with people, but it was unusually quiet and the crackling sound of the lights bursting could be heard clearly.
The priest had already explained that he only needed to lead everyone in reciting the beginning of a specific chapter in the Bible. The devout believers had prayed enough recently that they had already memorized it.
"In the beginning, there was no light in the world, only the cold and darkness of chaos. My Lord Hephaestus cut down the sacred oak tree in the kingdom of God and dripped his own golden blood on it, and the oak tree burned with golden and red flames.
Our Lord sent it into the world, and the burning sacred oak dispelled the cold and brought light."
This is the opening chapter of the Flame Bible, which describes the selflessness and greatness of the gods.
Crown chanted, and the believers followed his rhythm and chanted, their voices were so uniform that it seemed as if there was only one person.
Gradually, his spiritual sense sensed that the gray mist was evaporating and igniting, and white light spots the size of rice grains gathered on the dome, walls, and floor. After blending into the dome, they disappeared like raindrops falling into a lake.
He had never felt this way before. In the past, when he came to the chapel, he would not stay for more than ten minutes before running away.
You can be lazy when presiding over the service from now on. Nick smiled slyly, reached out and patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, then left the hall.
How could Crown waste all his time guiding believers in prayer? As soon as the priest left, he ignored the nun behind him and forced the Bible into her hand.
Then, he walked to the corner of the platform, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This atmosphere still had some influence on him, and his nearly instinctive visualization attempts failed several times.
He knew that this was due to the influence of the magic circle. At this moment, the prayer hall was filled with the light of faith. Although the spiritual power of ordinary people was scarce, a little bit of strength could make a mountain. The accumulation of so many people, coupled with the effect of the magic circle, could produce a qualitative change.
Crown gave up on visualizing at the first moment. He still closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on his breathing, calming his mind, closing his five senses, and only using his spiritual sense to feel the white spots of light all over the room.
He visualized points of light converging before his eyes and blending together. Before long, the points of light gathered into a bright full moon, and his visualization method returned to normal.
The prayers gradually became quieter, and Crown ended his meditation.
He summoned a golden wall to check his proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra. During the visualization process, he felt that his spiritual perception was more active, almost reaching the level of absorbing spiritual coins.
[Golden Light Curse: 8499/50000; Level 1]
Clown calculated quickly in his mind and visualized fifteen great cycles. According to previous experience, he could increase his proficiency by about fifty points, with an error of no more than two points.
The visualization just now increased the proficiency by a total of sixty-three, which was surprisingly similar to the effect when absorbing spiritual essence, and the efficiency increased by about 20%.
If I had discovered this benefit earlier, I would have stayed in the prayer hall and not gone out. I would have saved so many spirit coins.
Crown felt like a poor bastard sitting on a mountain of treasure and complaining about being poor.
He decided to experiment later to see if he could control the hourglass of time to absorb the spiritual energy that escaped during prayer. If he could quickly generate the sand of time, he felt that he would wake up laughing in his dreams.
(End of this chapter)