quicksilver blood

Chapter 476 Returning Saintess

"As you said, Miss. It was His Majesty Roland who sent me here to investigate the truth."

"Roland...Your Majesty? Are you from Elcat?"

As a result, the girl said something that could not be ignored by Sira with a curious face.

His sense of responsibility and honor made him have to explain this: "No, I am from Bantha. My name is Sira, His Majesty's loyal messenger and strong shield... now I am acting as a cardinal."

"Huh? Roland has now become the Pope of Tyre...It's really interesting."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help chuckling.Then she turned her head and said to a crow behind her: "Charles, go and get a pair of 'boots'. This lord is a distinguished guest."

The crow nodded silently, glanced at Sira, then turned away.

After finishing the order, the girl turned her head back with a smile, and said warmly to Xi La: "Let me introduce myself, I am Claudia. Claudia Crowley...By the way, I am the teacher of the Sleeping Mentor." Saintess."

"The saint of the mentor?"

Xila couldn't help being surprised.

He naturally knows what a great existence the Eternal Sleeping Teacher is.

That night, after he told Roland that he wanted to know the truth, Roland baptized Sira and presided over the conversion ceremony so that Sira came into contact with the Sleeping Mentor.

Because of Tire's fall, Xila was not punished in any way.But because his soul had already been assimilated by Tire once, his synchronization with his mentor was not high, and his rank fell to the peak of the silver rank in one breath.

But the mentor has approved him.And let Sira get the profession of a martyr.

Although Sira's rank has dropped by nearly two ranks due to the change of belief, Sira is confident that with her own perception ability, she can reshape her soul and return to the golden rank again in a month or so at most.

At the same time, because Sira has indeed completely mastered the domain of justice, after he obtained the divine arts from the Sleeping Mentor, the divine arts in the domain of justice and a small amount of divine arts in the sun domain were not completely covered, but went out independently and became Invented a magical technique that belongs exclusively to Sira.

However, even though Sira really no longer believed in Tyre, his speaking habits still persisted.He would always subconsciously pray to the dead Tire, but in fact he was indeed the mentor's pastor now.

Therefore, he naturally knew what kind of concept the saint of the eternal sleep teacher was.

The Saint's Saint and the God's Saint are not on the same level at all.The latter is at best a mascot, while the former is the shackles by which the Holy One restricts the power of the Pope.

In other words, the saint who is the mentor and Roland who is the pope should exist on the same level.Xila should respect Roland as she already respects Claudia.

Now recalling the phrase "My Tyre" that she accidentally blurted out before, Xi La felt uneasy in her heart.

My mentor—he really was just saying it.Habits that have lasted for more than 30 years are not easy to change.

"That...Mrs. Saint..."

"Don't worry about the details, Sira," Claudia said with a gentle smile, "I can see the piety and integrity in your heart. You are a rare righteous person in this era, don't let your heart be polluted by the dusk .”

"Yes."

Sira responded obediently.

On Claudia, he felt a sense of tranquility that was similar to but different from Roland's.

If the sense of tranquility in Roland is the kind of ignorant and permanent peace after death, then the sense of tranquility in Claudia is the tranquility, sadness and solemnity of a funeral.

Just looking at her, one will feel a slight sadness, but also because of this, one can feel her purity.No matter how irritable and rude people are, they will hold their breath and lower their voices in front of her.

Just as Xila was talking to Claudia, the crow had turned back.One of his "forelimbs" carried a bundle, and inside the slightly blood-stained bundle were four long oak sticks.

Xi La turned her head involuntarily: "My lord, this is..."

"Don't worry, I don't want you to chop off your limbs."

Claudia said with a smile, and helped Sira fix her eyes on Sira's arm with a special rope buckle: "It's just that you'd better not touch this swamp... there are not only plagues in it, but also Something else."

"……plague?"

Xi La keenly noticed the word.

However, Claudia stopped explaining.After tying four wooden sticks similar to stilts to Xi La, he walked towards the swamp.

Xi La watched Claudia walk onto the swamp, and then she stepped on it with ease as if she had no weight.

——No, I didn’t step on the swamp.

Sira stared for a moment before noticing a small gap between Claudia's feet and the scarlet swamp.She was suspended in the air like a ghost, silently.

There are no sorcerous reactions, and no divine auras.She couldn't even see any signs of the ritual launching, so she simply walked through the air.If she didn't have a shadow, Xi La would have doubted whether the saint is a ghost.

Just after Claudia walked out three or four steps without leaving any footprints on the swamp, her figure suddenly stopped, and she turned her head to look at Sira, with a slight arc on the corner of her mouth, her meaning was self-evident .

Xi La sighed, then awkwardly propped up her body with four wooden sticks, imitating those crows and moving towards the swamp step by step with difficulty.

With the support of his agility, it doesn't seem very difficult to support himself with a wooden stick to walk.But the moment his limbs all entered the scarlet swamp, Xi La felt that the wooden stick on his right arm seemed to have poked something slippery, and slipped forward without paying attention, shaking his whole body violently. , you will lose your center of gravity and slip directly.

Xi La had even closed her eyes, and a strong golden holy flame emerged from her body, ready to dry the scarlet ominous swamp directly to prevent it from touching her own flesh.

But at this moment, from the corner of her eye, Sira saw a slender white hand stretching out from the side, breaking through the holy flame with ease, and firmly fixed Sira's body.

"Ah, you have to be careful," Claudia said with a smile like a prankster, "It will be terrible if you fall down. Also, you'd better remove your torch... You're surprised Here are the kids."

"Obey, Your Majesty the Holy Maiden."

Xi La unconsciously used the honorific title, but she was puzzled in her heart.

How did she get here?
One second, she was clearly three or four meters away, but the next second she appeared behind Xi La in an instant.The whole process seemed to have been artificially cut out, Xi La didn't have the slightest impression.

Even with his perception, he could not detect the way she acted despite being within the range of perception.

And she did not rely on brute force to hold Xi La.

The moment before she came into contact with Xila, there was a uniform and huge force that firmly wrapped Xila and drove him to balance his body.

Just as she didn't touch the swamp, Xiela was also sure that Claudia's hands didn't touch her body.It was as if there was an invisible wall between them.

... What kind of power is this?
But Xi La didn't ask her questions.

Just when he was tangled in place, Claudia "supported" him, and carefully guided Sira's limbs to move forward in the swamp with that vigorous force.This time, Sira did not encounter any obstacles, and followed Claudia all the way.

After walking for about 15 minutes, the dense forest suddenly became sparse.What came into Sira's eyes was a village that could only be described as strange.

In other words, a gathering place for humans.

(End of this chapter)