Chapter 2: Sacred Artifacts (Page 1/2)

After hearing what Miss Succubus said, Frank suddenly felt bitter in his heart.

With his current physical condition, if he was thrown into the wilderness, he would basically be waiting to die.

Based on the quality of the natives of the wizarding world that he knew, no one would raise a seriously injured patient for no reason without profit, not to mention a demon hunter who was hated by everyone and prone to trouble.

However, the grace of saving a life does need to be repaid. Since Miss Succubus said that she would not harm his life and would treat his injuries, her request could be said to be magnanimous and compassionate.

Frank could not refuse such a reasonable request, so he could only prepare to sacrifice his appearance to ensure his own safety.

Although he did not know which great god gave him the opportunity to live again, he did not want to end his life so soon. Even if this might just be an illusory dream, he wanted to continue living.

"Your request is reasonable, ma'am, and I should repay your kindness."

"However, I still hope that you can be patient for a while, and I will provide you with life force after my body recovers."

"A strong and healthy man should be more in line with your requirements than a patient lying in bed."

"And please rest assured, I am a demon hunter. If you can provide me with some alchemy materials, my body recovery speed will be several times that of ordinary humans, and I won't make you wait too long."

Frank said words to please the other party, but he felt like a self-promoting gigolo in his heart, relying on selling his body to pray for the support of a rich woman.

Miss Succubus blinked her eyes in confusion after hearing this. She asked with some doubt in her tone:

"Demon Hunter? I have never heard of Demon Hunter. Is this something new that has only appeared in the last few hundred years?"

"Well, you can call me Albedo. I am the Chief Judge of this Temple of the Goddess of Night. I just woke up from my deep sleep and have not had time to learn too much about the current world."

After saying these words, Miss Succubus stopped absorbing Frank's life energy. She stood up from her half-kneeling position and turned to a stone wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Sleeping? Hundreds of years? Goddess of Night?

After hearing Albedo's words, Frank was stunned for a moment, but soon, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the figure of this Chief Judge.

Full breasts, delicate waist, peach-like buttocks, slightly swaying white tail, white skin that occasionally leaked out from the loose linen clothes, and recurved hooves, thick black horns on the top of the head.

These alien features have an inexplicable attraction to modern people like him who have only inherited the memories of the original owner.

At the same time, he also remembered the honorific name of the goddess of night in his mind.

Frank didn't know which god this honorific name refers to for the time being. In the wizarding world, each god has different titles according to the race and language of the believers and the region they are in.

In addition, there are many unknown evil gods, and their titles are even more varied and strange, and only a few people know them.

In the long history, many gods and their believers have been submerged in the dust of time.

Just like the goddess Meliteli, who has the most believers in the north, she may have more than two digits of honorific names. From the Kingdom of Kaedwen in the north to the Skellige Islands overseas, humans, dwarves, elves, they all have different titles for this god.

And from the words of the chief judge, it seems that she has not had any contact with human society for a long time, and has not even heard of the famous demon hunter.

It seems that she is as mysterious as the god she believes in.

A few seconds later, Albedo handed Frank a simple linen shirt with a red metal ring that looked quite ancient on it.

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