[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

"Are you ok?"

A gentle voice rang in his ears, the red-robed priest raised his head in surprise, knelt down the moment he saw the other person's face clearly, and kissed the corner of the man's robe reverently.

"Master Shengzi...Thank you for your help." He knew very well that if it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of Shengzi, once he came into contact with such a powerful force again, the strong and strong light elements would be enough to burst his blood vessels and internal organs .

"Get up."

The two walked inside, and the priest could still feel the oppression coming from there when they passed the holy pool.

The holy water had fallen into the pool, and it would be months before the next drop appeared again.

And how lucky he must have been to witness the descent of the holy water!

Thinking of his embarrassment just now, the red-robed priest couldn't help but look at the person walking in front of him.

The Holy Son is wearing a white robe with patterns embroidered with silver threads, with silvery white hair hanging behind him, and a face that is as handsome as a god just glimpsed, he looks like a silver lily blooming in the snow , Noble and beautiful.

This is the Son!

The most powerful Son of Light in the human world!

After arriving at the main hall, the red-robed priest knelt on the ground, holding a sword with a broken tip in his hand, with a mournful expression: "My lord, Raphael fell off a cliff during the battle with the blood clan, and his life and death are unknown. "

After a long time, he heard a sigh.

"Master Holy Son?"

The Holy Son came over, picked up the silver sword, and stroked it bit by bit from the hilt to the blade.

He looked at the red-robed priest with deep pity in his eyes: "Raphael is a companion I value, so she will give the holy sword to her when she decides to leave here for the Blood Hunting Guild. I thought that in the future One day, I will see her come back here with this sword, and I can almost imagine the expression on her face after fulfilling her wish, with satisfaction and pride..."

The red-robed priest didn't answer, his eyes turned red when he thought of Raphael who was raised by him as his own daughter.

Back then, he brought the seriously injured child home, and after he finally cured her, he found that the child didn't remember anything.She lost all her memories, didn't know who she was, and where she should go.If it hadn't been for the monster that broke into the house that day and inspired her will to survive during the fight, even if this poor girl was alive, she would still be a walking dead.

Later, the priest gradually discovered that she was very strong. Although she couldn't feel the power of light brought by her faith, she finally entered the temple with her superb martial arts.

The Holy Son liked this child very much, and named her "Raphael", which is the same name as the archangel in the Bible who protects human souls.

After discovering the traces of the Blood Race decades ago, she bid farewell to the Holy Son and her adoptive father, and joined the Blood Hunting Guild.

I didn't expect it to be a farewell.

Because the Holy Son is supported by a powerful light force, he is the only one who can fully summon the Holy Sword and use it.But Raphael is different, she wields the sword entirely with the strength of her body.

After Raphael fell off the cliff, no one could use the sword, so he had to entrust it to the old priest to return it to the temple.

The old priest had selfish intentions in accepting this mission. He only wanted to meet the Holy Son once, and then ask him personally: "Is Raphael still alive?"

However, he was doomed to be disappointed.

"She lost her coat of arms, I can't see her, and...can't save her." The Son shook his head, the old man's painful expression was printed in his light gray eyes.

They all understood that no matter how strong Rafael's body was, he was still human. Even if he didn't die immediately after falling off the cliff, serious injuries would be unavoidable.If there is no timely treatment, the outcome is still the same.

As for why they didn't go to the rescue, they all knew it well.

The balance of light and darkness has been broken, as has the balance between the temple and the Blood Hunting Guild in the past, and it has become extremely fragile and vulnerable.

What the temple wants is a temple that is revered by all people. In this way, the light power derived from faith will be stronger.

And only when the Blood Hunting Guild falls, will more people choose to believe in gods.

For the sake of a longer-term peace in the future, sacrifice at this time is necessary.

After the red-robed priest left, the Holy Son came to the pool again with the broken silver sword.

He threw the sword into the holy pool, and the milky white pool water was stirred up and rippled, a few drops of water splashed out and landed on the back of his hand, and then penetrated into the skin as if absorbed by a sponge and disappeared.

The Son raised his head and looked up. The lilies on the top of the tower were delicate and beautiful, and the flowers were surrounded by white light, which was extremely holy.

He murmured, "Is all of this really God's will?"

No one answered.

For a long time, there has been a clear distinction between humans and monsters.

The northernmost forest on the mainland is the habitat of monsters, and humans never set foot there.In the past thousand years, even the most powerful priests and the bravest and fearless blood hunters would not step into this place.

However, at this moment, two figures shuttled quickly inside.Their movements were very light, but they still attracted the attention of many monsters.

"It won't work like this, and it won't be long before they will be caught up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front suddenly stopped.A huge centipede stood in front of them, its sharp mouthparts were opening and closing, and poisonous gas was spraying out from inside.

After being exposed to the pink poisonous gas, a giant tree quickly withered and decayed within a few seconds, turning into a pulpy ooze that emitted a foul smell.

Fortunately, almost at the same time they found the centipede, the two had already held their breath, otherwise their internal organs would have been more or less damaged at this time.

Realizing that the prey hadn't been poisoned into gravy as before, the centipede rushed over. What didn't match its huge size was its speed.

"Damn it!" One of them had his cloak ripped apart while dodging, revealing his long golden hair.He gritted his teeth and said viciously to the other person: "Fix it for me quickly!"

The man sped up his movements after hearing this, and the attack became more fierce, and he made a lot of cuts on the centipede in a short while.

If it continues like this, it won't be long before this centipede will definitely die under that man's sword.

Unfortunately, when they stopped fighting with the centipede, the monster that had been eyeing the two before also caught up.

"Tsk." The blond man raised his hand in dissatisfaction, and a snow-white staff appeared out of thin air.

"Ed, it's done."

As the words fell, a few white silk threads stretched out from the top of the staff to wrap around the man holding the sword, making him look like he was wearing armor.

This is no ordinary armor.

The blond-haired man evoked a smile, he clenched his staff tightly, and the spar at the top exuded a strong milky white light.

Almost instantly, before the monsters could react, they were all separated and cut into several sections.