Chapter 70, Chapter 6: The Magical Maid



Chapter 70, Chapter 6: The Magical Maid

Yu Wanwan shivered, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

What is he going to do with that face?

Xu Qingzhou tightened his grip on her clothes.

"Vell?"

Yu Wanwan took a breath, looked at him deeply, and suddenly raised her hand to pat his shoulder, her face full of seriousness.

"You've worked hard!"

Seriously, he's really going all out to maintain this innocent and virtuous priest persona!

"???"

Xu Qingzhou almost lost his composure.

I always felt that her eyes carried a strange sense of sympathy. Was it just my imagination?

Yu Wanwan didn't mention leaving again and sent him off to work.

Magicians specializing in the element of light are extremely rare in this world.

Even within the Temple of Light, there aren't many light elemental mages.

As a priest, Xu Qingzhou needs to store the element of light in the magic stone in advance for future use.

The saintess is indeed a mage with a high talent for the element of light, but unfortunately, with her current abilities, she is not yet able to store the element of light into the magic stone.

Xu Qingzhou knelt on the prayer mat in the center of the temple, holding a carving knife, and carefully carved a magic array on the jade to store the element of light.

Yu Wanwan sat quietly to the side, not bothering him.

Her gaze mostly wandered aimlessly, sometimes landing on the greenery outside the temple, sometimes on the statue of the God of Light, and sometimes on him.

At these moments, Xu Qingzhou always manages to catch it accurately, raising his eyes and smiling at her.

Although the two didn't interact much, the atmosphere between them was inexplicably harmonious.

When Andila occasionally came in, he always felt that there was an aura surrounding them that did not allow others to intrude, which made him reluctant to disturb them.

The elders were absolutely loyal to the priest. Although they didn't quite understand his decree, they didn't ask any questions and made the arrangements directly.

The days passed uneventfully, and before we knew it, the prayer ceremony arrived.

The grand ceremony was held at the Central Square in the capital.

Before that, the priest will ride in a float and parade through the city, while maids stand on the edge of the float and sprinkle holy water on the people to cure them of diseases and calamities.

As the priest's only handmaid, Yu Wanwan was also one of those who needed to sprinkle holy water around the edge of the float.

The maids in the temple were all proud to have this opportunity.

The streets were already packed with people.

Twelve snow-white celestial horses, pulling a pure white flower-decorated carriage, slowly approached them.

As the float entered the cleared street in the middle, the crowded people knelt down in a wave of devotion, gazing devoutly at the holy and compassionate young priest above the float.

"By the God of Light! Please bless me!"

Xu Qingzhou sat upright on the flower float, her moon-white sacrificial robe embroidered with intricate golden runes. The morning light shone on it, making it seem as if starlight was flowing through it.

May the light be with you.

The sound wasn't loud, but it spread in all directions, reaching the ears of everyone on both sides of the street, eliciting another round of cheers.

Xu Qingzhou seemed to sense something and turned his head slightly to look at her.

Yu Wanwan blinked, then casually looked away, using her elemental power to transform the holy water into fine mist, which she then sprinkled onto the crowd.

Xu Qingzhou curled up the corners of his lips, withdrew his gaze, and earnestly recited the prayer.

The float moved slowly forward, passing through the streets of the capital, and finally stopped in front of the altar.

Ordinary people could no longer follow; inside the altar, only high-ranking magicians and nobles from various parts of the empire remained.

Twelve maids descended from the flower-decorated carriage in an orderly fashion, weaving a magnificent flower bridge with magical elements to welcome the priest.

Xu Qingzhou composed himself and, following the original owner's previous appearance, stepped onto the flower bridge and slowly walked down.

The elders had been waiting there for a long time, and they led the way in offering the priest the most sincere rites.

"May the light be with you!"

Xu Qingzhou bowed slightly after ascending the altar and responded.

"May the light be with you."

With everything prepared, the emperor stepped forward and began to recite the blessing.

Yu Wanwan stood at the front of the maids' line, her head slightly bowed like theirs, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.

"The prayer begins! May the god of light protect Essos!"

It is unknown how much time passed before the king finished his prayers and left the altar to the priests.

Only when the main event officially began did Yu Wanwan regain her composure and perk up.

Xu Qingzhou placed his hands on the crystal stele in the center of the altar, and pure light elements surged into the patterns engraved on the stele like a tide.

As the elements of light flowed, the array patterns on the towering crystal monument gradually lit up, emitting a dazzling white light.

The light emanated from the altar and gradually spread outwards until the entire capital city was bathed in a soft glow.

The moment the capital was lit up, Yu Wanwan could even hear the cheers of the people outside the altar piercing through the clouds.

The mages, bathed in the light element, cast fanatical glances at the priest on the altar.

Amidst such cheers and fervent worship, a corrupting ray of light pierced through the crowd, striking Xu Qingzhou in the back with incredible speed.

"Master Priest!"

This pale, foul odor, like ink dripped into clear water, instantly engulfs and pollutes the spring.

The elders' surprised and doubtful voices rang out, and they rushed to the altar like arrows released from a bow.

But they were fast, and that ray was even faster!

The elders had barely made a move when the beam struck Xu Qingzhou's protective divine light.

Pure white and dark energy exploded at the top of the altar, and those with lower cultivation levels were instantly knocked unconscious.

Yu Wanwan's eyes flashed with surprise. After thinking for a second, she slowly lay down on the ground.

【Wanwan, have some decency!】

How have I failed as a human being?

Still feeling uneasy amidst the unconscious maids, Yu Wanwan tugged at the hem of the robe next to her and covered her face.

Daoguo was speechless again, and gritted his teeth.

[The male lead is in danger! Not only are you not helping, but you're pretending to faint!]

Yu Wanwan lay there feeling perfectly at ease.

Are you kidding me?

Didn't you say you can't break your established persona?

For a mid-tier wood-type trash like Violet, going up there would just be suicide.

The wood magic in this world doesn't have any offensive capabilities; it's mostly used for growing vegetables and healing illnesses.

No, I'm not going.

[...]

Now you're thinking about maintaining your public persona?

Her public image has completely collapsed long ago, what's the point of trying to maintain it now!

Daoguo was so angry that he didn't want to talk to her.

This can be interpreted as Wanwan not letting it go.

"Come to think of it, this wasn't in the plot. What's going on?"

In the storyline, Xu Qingzhou also found a pretext to confine Liuguang to the area in the early stages of the prayer ceremony.

In previous years, the blessing ceremony was initiated by a priest and a saintess, with the priest leading and the saintess assisting.

This blessing ceremony was carried out by Xu Qingzhou alone, without a single mistake, making quite a spectacle.

He proved with his actions that as long as he was there, the saintess was dispensable.

This elevated his status as a priest to a new level, leading the people of the Temple of Light to worship him even more blindly.

Don't you understand?!

Yu Wanwan is innocent.

What should I understand?

Daoguo was furious.

[It's all because you changed the course of the story! You caused a butterfly effect!]

He repeatedly warned her not to do anything reckless, but she wouldn't listen!

Although the poor little character's image collapsed before, at least the plot was still there and nothing went wrong.

"So when I changed the plot like that in the last world, nothing happened, right?"

【hehe. 】

Nothing happened?

She destroyed the dungeon, and that's not all? What would it take to be considered "serious"?

In the previous world, it was only because she restored life to the ground and promoted the development of the world that Heaven turned a blind eye and did not hold it against her.

Daoguo grew angrier the more he thought about it.

[Anyway, if you don't follow the script, nobody knows what kind of butterfly effect will occur. Don't mess things up!]

But no matter how angry I am, this is still its owner.

What could it do? It was desperate too.

Let's just make do. We can't get a divorce, can we?

Yu Wanwan remained silent, secretly opening her eyes a crack.

On the altar, Xu Qingzhou swayed, and traces of blood seeped from his lips.

But his hand, which was pressed against the crystal tablet, remained motionless.

The array for the blessing ceremony was enormous, covering the entire capital. Once activated, the caster became one with the ritual. If the ritual was forcibly broken, not only would the blessing fail, but the caster would also suffer a severe backlash.

At best, one's cultivation will be completely destroyed; at worst, one's life will be in danger.

Screams, shouts, and concerns for the priest mingled together in the crowd, quickly turning into a chaotic brawl.

Colorful magical elements flew and mingled in the air, exploding into streaks of fireworks.

Whether it was the magicians who came to observe the ceremony, the royal guards, or the temple's knights, they were all tightly occupied and unable to free their hands to protect the priests on the altar.

Amidst the chaos, a person dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask, whose gender and age were indistinguishable, slowly appeared above the altar.

Beneath the mask, a pair of hazy gray eyes swept across the chaotic battle, their gaze settling on the white-robed priest who was desperately defending the altar and still struggling to channel light elements into the formation. He slowly raised his scepter.

"Light has ruled the continent for too long. It's time for this continent to change its ruler."

"Is that Erebus's scepter in his hand?"

"What a joke?! Isn't Erebus an apostle of the God of Darkness? How could he possibly touch Erebus's scepter!"

The moment the all-black scepter was raised, a chorus of terrified cries erupted from below.

"Could it be... that he is..."

The magicians paused, none of them failing to be shocked, and none failing to be afraid.

He didn't even dare to voice the guess he had in his heart.

"Wasn't Erebus already sealed away?!"

"Perhaps he just got incredibly lucky and obtained Erebus's Scepter?"

Unfortunately, the black-robed figure in the sky nodded.

"It's me."

His ancient and weathered voice shattered any remaining hope held by the magicians present.

"God of Darkness, I never thought that after ten thousand years, someone would still remember me."

Unlike the vicious and ugly dark magicians in my impression.

Even without showing his face, Erebus exudes a gentlemanly air more elegant than that of an aristocrat, and every word and action is extremely refined.

All the fighting stopped, and a brief stillness fell over the altar. The atmosphere was tense, and an invisible panic was slowly seeping in.

Erebus was pleased with their reaction.

"It seems you haven't forgotten the majesty of the God of Darkness. That's truly gratifying."

Perhaps because he had been sleeping in the seal for too long, Erebus did not rush to make a move. Instead, he hovered in mid-air and began to mutter to himself.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank a little one. If it weren't for her selfish desires that brought me such a big gift, I'm afraid I would still be in an endless slumber and unable to wake up."

Author's Note: God of Darkness, which little brat hasn't added me to their favorites yet? (Evil laugh) [Noob][Noob][Noob]

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