Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Compared to other supernatural professions, there are many records of bards in the New Chronicle. The reason for this is that one of the origins of this profession originated in the North and had many contacts with the Kingdom of Athens.

According to the records in the book, the real [Bard] is a typical all-purpose profession, with both clergy and non-clergy versions.

It is called a panacea because most bards are proficient in both swordsmanship and wilderness survival and trap setting. Their attainments in spirit and soul may not be very high, but they are enough to cast some low-level spells. The latter refers to the unique spellcasting system they have.

The bards on the clergy side can perform special magic or rituals by singing poems or performing dramas. It is rumored that these abilities originally came from one of the evil gods worshipped by the northern barbarians and are a manifestation of his authority. As for those on the non-clergy side...it is said that many of them have some connection with the source of witchcraft in the south, the legendary Silver Moon City.

According to historical records, there are also god-like beings there who hold powers such as poetry and music, but the New Calendar does not go into detail.

Of course, there were also some bards who came later and believed in Apollo, the sun god. They often carried lyres with them and used beautiful music to boost morale. But I don’t know what the origin of the lyre is now that Hermes has disappeared from the original track.

"Andre...it seems that after being stabbed in the back, you have learned something. But our relationship has ended. What happens in the future has nothing to do with me."

"As for the other so-called 'evil gods', I don't know how many of them have established kingdoms of God and become true gods of faith by relying on those humanistic godhoods. With their efforts, the [Civilization Slate] should be improved faster and faster."

Relevant information flashed through his mind, and Ryan packed up the things around him.

Soon, the third floor of the attic was bright again.

In the empty hall, Ryan silently sensed his current state.

"The ability of the bard of the 'Hell Lord Special Edition'..."

"Well, first of all, it's the third-ring level of divine spellcasting authority. Normally, the bard profession has a discount in spellcasting. Even if they reach the pinnacle of the first level (black iron), they can only access two layers of the magic network. But the special edition is no different from a real priest in this respect."

"Then there is the enhancement of the senses...extremely good reaction ability, suitable for using some dexterous weapons, and enhanced intuition. Is this a manifestation of divination ability?"

"at last……"

Ryan hummed a little tune softly, and the melodious and soothing tune came out of the window, making a flying bird fall asleep immediately, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

Since they are all called bards, they must be good at singing and dancing. And the special version of hell's "singing and dancing" is undoubtedly the kind of notes that make living beings fall asleep.

……

After completing the extremely simple inauguration ceremony, there was nothing worth mentioning about Ryan's subsequent days.

Relying on the free sponsorship from enthusiastic people, he went in and out of the Museum every day to absorb the changes in the world over thousands of years.

Anyway, the clergy system does not require much practice. Others may need to pray day and night to strengthen their faith in order to obtain the blessings of the gods, but Ryan obviously does not need to do this.

He just had to wait until his body adapted to the holy power of this stage and then find precious enough materials to arrange the next ceremony.

Materials of this level may be found in Thuringia, but it is likely that contact with the real rulers of this city will be required... For now, Ryan is not willing to do so.

He planned to go directly to Athens after getting a general understanding of the situation of this era. There was no such thing as this border town, where many things could be easily bought.

He also wanted to try to meet the great alchemist named Hermes to find out what had happened.

In later myths, Hermes was even once known as the "Alchemical God". Although this was somewhat exaggerated, such as mixing up gods from different mythological systems, his talent in alchemy was undoubtedly evident.

……

afternoon.

I took a bite of the Thuringian red sausage and found that this local specialty tasted quite good.

For a moment Ryan recalled the past. Before coming to this world, he had also eaten another kind of 'Thuringian Red Sausage'.

boom--

"what--"

Ryan felt a collision on his shoulder and resisted the urge to dodge.

He looked back and saw a graceful woman exuding a mature aura covering her arm, as if she had accidentally bumped into him.

"I am so sorry, sir."

With an apologetic smile, the woman bent down slightly.

"...It doesn't matter."

Smiling and nodding, Ryan indicated that he didn't care.

"Thank you for your understanding."

After thanking him again, the visitor smiled and left in a hurry. She seemed to be in a hurry, which was why she bumped into Ryan just now.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Across the long table, Jace noticed Ryan's movements and couldn't help but look over.

"Oh, is that Mrs. Sewell?"

"It was just an accident. It seems you know the lady just now?"

Eyes Mo Minglan asked with a smile.

Jace was none other than the young man who had met by chance a few days ago. He had often come to chat with Ryan these days, and had inadvertently revealed a lot of information that ordinary people didn't know.

"Oh, of course... That's Mrs. Sewell. Her husband was once a famous multinational businessman. It is said that he once traveled as far as Argos, but unfortunately he died in an accident."

"All his remaining wealth fell into the hands of Mrs. Sewell. In addition, she is beautiful, and many people want to be with her... What, is Mr. Irving also tempted?"

With a smile on his face, Jace couldn't help but look at Ryan.

It has to be said that gossip is timeless, or rather, in ancient times when entertainment was not well developed, people were more interested in this kind of thing.

"...I'm just a little curious. It seems that Mrs. Sewell has been very busy recently...Speaking of which, I heard that a team of holy warriors came to the city recently. Do you know what they are here for?"

Changing the subject, Ryan smiled.

"Why are you asking that? Holy Knight, they are not easy to deal with." His expression changed slightly. As soon as the word came out, Weiss immediately had no time to pay attention to Mrs. Sevier: "But you do need to be careful... I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else."

"According to my father, this is a team led by a high-ranking holy warrior who came to investigate an incident related to the evil cult [Resurrection Sect]. Their leader is said to be a guy who once participated in the Demon Sealing War thirty years ago. He is not an easy character to deal with."

The Demon Sealing War, Ryan had heard this name recently. It was not a well-known event on the continent, and there were even countless battles with the same name. However, for the residents of Thuringia, this often only referred to one thing.

That was the war of pioneering the port city of Heligoland, a little north of Thuringia, several decades ago. The pioneering team sent by the kingdom at that time went north along the Werra River and found an outlet suitable for building a port city. But no one expected that halfway through the construction of the city, a descendant of the [Ancient Evil] would emerge from the ground there.

In order to seal it, the high priest of the Church of Knowledge in Athens took action personally to put an end to the disaster.

"I see. But what kind of evil cult is this? Is it a cult that advocates the resurrection of the dead? Or does it advocate blood sacrifice or even human sacrifice?"

He was sure that there was no such name in the historical knowledge he had learned - this was normal. Few people would write a cult with ill intentions into a history book for the public. That would be a completely free way to help the other party increase its popularity. In response to Ryan's doubts, Jace gave him an answer that surprised him.

"That's not the case. The Resurrection Sect...actually, I don't think it can be considered a cult."

After hesitating for a moment, Jace continued:

"Their main claim is that believing in the 'Mother of Resurrection' can restore youth and allow people to have more children. They haven't done anything bloody... They were labeled a cult mainly because they were hostile to the church. In terms of the methods they used to deal with members of the Church of Knowledge, they can really be considered a 'cult.'"

"Perhaps these holy warriors are here for this reason. It is very likely that they have done something unforgivable to the Goddess's church. You must not get involved in such things... Those holy warriors don't care who you are. They are not afraid of death at all. They will kill you if they say so."

"...Of course, there is no way I could be involved with a cult."

He nodded and changed the subject. However, Ryan secretly made a note of this incident in his heart.

He simply reached out and touched a slightly warm metal object inside his lapel... and then acted as if nothing had happened.

……

evening.

In the rented attic.

Ryan sat back in his chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his left hand.

This drink, which came from the south, became popular around the world more than three hundred years ago, and in recent years it has even gradually become as popular as alcoholic beverages.

Especially in the upper class, although many nobles call them pagans or evil wizards, they are often more enthusiastic about the various creations coming from there than anyone else.

Of course, Ryan was not tasting this kind of black tea which was said to be high-end but was actually not that good.

At this moment, he was looking at a metal badge in his right palm. It was exquisitely crafted and looked like it was not something that ordinary people could afford.

The base was made of silver alloy, and the surface was decorated with an olive leaf emblem in platinum... Ryan had never seen a badge of this style, but its owner was probably an important member of the Church of Knowledge.

However, in Ryan's palm, the badge was stained with a trace of blood, and even under spiritual vision, one could see a layer of extraordinary spiritual light lingering on it.

"It makes people subconsciously ignore its existence and always carry it with them... Is this a diversion? No, even though I have just taken office, I am only a mortal now, but my control is not enough for beings below Legend to discover the traces of holy power in my body."

"An unexpected contact is impossible. If you just want to find a random target to attract the attention of the pursuers, the first choice should be the West District or the North District. So this is a very targeted target... But it's normal. A strange descendant of a noble from outside, a guy who has no connections in the local area but may have some status, is the most suitable person to temporarily attract the attention of the holy knight. It's just that luck is not good, and I happened to be chosen."

During the day, the reason why Ryan took a second look at Mrs. Seville was certainly not because he was attracted by her so-called wealthy identity, but because when they passed by each other, he found that she had put something in his clothes.

It was just for some reason that Ryan did not expose or stop this behavior at the time.

The bloodstained church emblem and the mysterious whereabouts made him look like an unlikely person. Adding to what he had heard from Jace, the situation seemed clear enough.

Talk about a cult and it’s knocking on the door, but the key question is…is this Resurrection Sect really a cult?

"The divine power of gods often has different characteristics, and the diluted and downgraded holy power also inherits this to a certain extent... That woman is not a clergyman, but she should have been baptized by divine arts a lot, but this aura..."

Ryan was not very sure. After all, his perception ability was not as sharp as before and could not reach the root cause, so he decided to go and see it himself.

Anyway, he didn't plan to stay in this city for long. He would leave sooner or later, so it didn't matter what he did. Besides, one of the problems of going to Athens was that he needed money again.

Even if he was reincarnated as a human, Ryan did not intend to really pretend to be a person at the bottom of society. That would not only be troublesome, but also not in line with his ideas. Fortunately, the accumulation of a branch of a cult should be enough for him to squander for quite a long time.

Moreover, if you are lucky, you might be able to find some materials suitable for high-level rituals, which would be killing two birds with one stone.

"So now... let's do some divination first."

Ryan casually took out a silver coin with Athena's portrait printed on it and prepared to test the divination ability of his new profession.

Divining the past is not the same as predicting the future. The former and the latter are not at all difficult or costly. What Ryan wants to divine is the strength of this resurrection sect.

Divination also requires clues and connections. Divination out of thin air has a high probability of failure. The badge in front of Ryan happens to be the most useful medium for divination.

"Snapped--"

The silver coin flew in mid-air and finally landed on the table, with the side with the head facing upwards, confirming the result of the divination.

"As expected, the cult branch's hard power is far inferior to that of the holy warriors. I am just preventing someone from hiding behind the scenes and trying to fish for fish."

Nodding slightly, Ryan no longer hesitated.

Unlike others, he might fail in divination due to lack of power, but it is basically impossible for him to make wrong divination results, at least for things that happened in the past or the power comparison of objective reality.

So speed is of the essence. The Resurrection Cult didn't know that this attention-grabbing guy had already concealed the aura on the badge and could not attract the attention of the Holy Knights at all... If they went too late, who knows what would happen.

Besides, he was really a little curious about this strange sect.