quicksilver blood

Chapter 115 Limited Mercy

Under Claude's worried gaze, the three of Roland slowly climbed up the bell tower.

Don't say hello to me now...

Claude sighed secretly.

If Roland greeted him, he would definitely not be able to respond.

If Roland and the others were puzzled by this and came over to pat him on the shoulder or engage in similar interactions, Claude would be out of luck.

After all, the god Tire was paying attention to him now.

In case Claude suddenly made any impolite actions, or simply interrupted the ceremony, he would definitely not be able to eat good fruit.

"Don't worry, we won't disturb the sacrament of His Majesty Tire...please go ahead."

However, when he heard Roland's calm and elegant voice coming from behind, Claude, who kept praying in a low voice, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Probably because Claudia and Roland have talked about it.

Knowing what important ceremony they were holding, Roland and the others did not come over to talk to him or touch his body in a frivolous manner, but stood quietly behind him and waited for him to finish his prayer.

...Fortunately, I told Claudia about this in advance.

Otherwise, Roland and the mountain man wouldn't know that they couldn't move now—maybe they would come up to say hello as he was worried about.

Claude secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Speaking of...

The old pastor frowned quietly while praising Tire in a low voice.

What is that ball of clothes that Roland is holding in his left hand?
He had noticed it when Roland walked towards him before.

For him, Roland's clothes on his left forearm were too conspicuous.Whether it's the texture like human skin, or the pure black main color with oily reflections caused by blood and fat.

In Claude's vision, a ghostly blue aura entwined with dark shadows was constantly swallowing on the surface of the clothes.

That is like a real negative energy.

Not to mention wearing it on the body - for ordinary people, even burying this dress shallowly in their yard is enough to make the family seriously ill.

For those who cannot harness negative energies, wearing this suit is no different than simply putting on your own shroud.

Claude was full of doubts.

Even for a druid, this level of negative energy is definitely not something that can be ignored directly.Roland put it on his arm without any precautions. His body must have been hurt by these negative energies.

It seems that the prayer is about to speed up——

Claude thought helplessly.

Because of the great barrier that enveloped the entire Karar, it was too tiring for a priest to release magical spells in Karar.Just maintaining a mere three-ring barrier of neglect for an hour can drain almost all of Claude's divine grace.

But he still can't consume all the grace.

In fact, Claude had to set aside at least one blessing spell.

Only a blessing can completely cure the hidden injuries suffered by Roland and Claudia.

Claude felt that when Roland came to him with this evil item cursed by the devil, he must want him to help destroy it.

But... Roland is not a priest, no matter how smart he is, a druid who is insensitive to negative energy cannot know how powerful magic is needed to destroy this level of cursed items.

For Claude, as a silver priest, if he wants to destroy this thing, at least he has to pour all the grace of the day into it to have more than half the chance.

And, he remembered, Claudia had come here to find her brother.Although he really wanted to destroy this evil item immediately, Claude thought about it and decided to find her brother with Claudia first.

What's more, instead of destroying the clothes by myself these two days, it's better to take it back and soak it in the holy water pool to purify it.

“…Therefore I will once again shout my joy among the crowds.”

"Only may all glory be to Sivir and Father God Tyr."

Finally, after Roland and the others waited quietly for more than an hour, Claude's prayers finally came to an end.

No, rather than saying it ended smoothly, it might be better to say that Claude found a prayer that could be used as the ending and sang the prayer at the end of the ceremony directly.

The divine grace on his body was almost burned away by the Karal barrier.

Claude even wondered if he could still use the blessing technique.

But when he turned around, he immediately smelled a rancid and acrid smell of reptiles, poison, and ogres.

The smell came from the clothes on Roland's raised left arm.

After the holy ceremony was over, the holy atmosphere dissipated, and the suppressed curse aura suddenly boiled up.

Just seeing this dress, Claude felt a faint murderous intention in his heart.

—as if this was not a cursed garment, but a transformed devil.

Claude secretly decided with a serious expression, even if it is extremely difficult to purify this piece of equipment, this matter must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Looking back at Roland and Claudia standing side by side, the joy of taking care of their grandchildren swayed in the arms of this old man who had fought for God all his life but had no children.

Although tired, but very happy.

"Little Roland, how do you feel about going to Sin City this time?"

Claude put away his sword stick, turned his hands away, and looked at Roland with a smile.

Although the expression is very kind, but coupled with his formal attire, it gives people an unspeakable sense of solemnity.

"It's okay..." Roland walked forward slowly with a delicate expression, "A lot of things happened in the middle, the process was vigorous, but in the end it was very warm..."

"How to say?"

Claude looked interested.

"It's not that Kluveen guy who left me as soon as he entered the city... and made me wear a woman's clothes..."

"Um?!"

The old pastor was glaring at Kluvern.

Before Kluveen could make any excuses, Claudia pushed Roland towards Claude as a prank, and ran back with a silver bell-like laugh.

Roland staggered and almost fell when he was pushed by Claudia, but luckily Claude held him up so he didn't fall to the ground.

"Claudia! You are a child of no importance!"

Claude didn't care about Kluveen anymore, and he just blew his beard and stared at Claudia for a while.

But just when he wanted to catch up and hit Claudia twice with his cane, he was stopped by Roland.

"Okay, okay...Father Claude, look at this..."

Having said that, Roland raised the black dress with both hands, motioning for Claude to take a look.

Claude took a rough look, and was first attracted by the gray spiderweb-like traces.

... Which devil's mark is this?

But just as he was about to take the clothes over, a terrifying tidal paralysis swept through Claude's body instantly.

Not only his hands were immobilized as if filled with lead, but his legs were also petrified. Starting from the toes and hands, he climbed up along the muscles and bones. His chest also began to tighten, and gold stars began to appear in front of his eyes.

Claude staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

He lowered his head in a daze.

On his stomach, a scarlet and transparent handleless dagger shaped like a fang was inserted there.

—and he felt no pain.

(End of this chapter)