quicksilver blood

Chapter 429
In the Palace of the Marquis of Saya, Helga and Kakarit sat face to face.Helga waved away the maid standing beside her, stood up, and poured a cup of black tea for Kakarit herself.

Her eye circles were red, and her face was as white as paper, with no trace of blood in sight.Perhaps because of not sleeping all night, her long pink hair has lost its luster.Not even makeup could make up for her haggardness.

"Thank you very much, Monsieur Priest..."

Helga's voice was hoarse, but her tone was clear: "If it weren't for you, I would be dead by now..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Saya."

Kakarit sighed.

Helga couldn't help shaking when she heard this.The black tea in the cup has ripples in circles.

She lowered her head, hiding her expression in the shadows.

"If I could come earlier...if I could be stronger..."

"—No, it's not your problem, Monsieur Priest."

Helga interrupted Kakarit aloud.

She raised her head, her eyes flickered again, but this time the tears did not flow.

Her voice was still hoarse, but she no longer cried, she said steadily and slowly: "You saved me, it's a fact... If I'm still dissatisfied with this, even Mother Gaia will blame me of."

Kakarit took a deep look at this fragile and slender girl who possessed a considerable degree of reason, and he couldn't help feeling a certain emotion in his heart.

pity?pity?No... that kind of feeling is closer to that between father and daughter.Kakarit looked at Hellan's expression at the moment, and a certain string in his heart was slightly touched.

"Miss Saya, please don't move."

He said in a clear and steady voice, and stretched out his right hand towards Helga.

Helga subconsciously wanted to avoid her head, but when she heard Kakarit's words, she abruptly stopped her impolite movements.In this way, she maintained a slightly stiff movement, leaning her upper body slightly towards Kakarit, and her long pink fluffy curly hair fell vertically down from her shoulders.

Kakarit pressed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand on Helga's forehead with an extremely gentle movement.He gently and slowly drew a cross on Helga's forehead, and the soft holy light rippled and emitted from Helga's forehead, gradually enveloping her whole body.

The light lasted for about five or six seconds before gradually subsiding, Helga's expression relaxed, her face flushed with blood again, and her hair regained its luster.

"Mother……"

Helga muttered unconsciously.

That's right - a warm and peaceful feeling like being in her mother's arms will never be forgotten in her heart for a long time.

It's like being in my mother's arms... like being a child...

It seemed as if he could fall asleep the next moment, and it seemed that he had already fallen asleep.The sleepy afternoon sun of spring casts a warm fragrance on the body.

...It seems that I haven't taken a nap for a long time, right?
A vague idea emerged from Helga's mind.She woke up with a start.

Helga didn't even know if she was asleep or not, but when she saw Kakarit smiling at her, she realized what happened.Realizing that she had murmured "Mom" in front of strangers, Helga blushed for a split second, from her forehead to the back of her ears.

"Huh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry... huh?"

It wasn't until Helga calmed down from the sudden panic that she felt that her spirit had improved a lot.

Just like a real sleep, the body is rested and restored.Helga's spirit has stabilized a lot, her mood has become calm, and her body is no longer weak.

This was something Helga had never experienced before.It's not that she hasn't been healed by the priest, but whether it's inside or outside of Caral, the priest's treatment has left a bad impression on her.

To put it simply, the pastor's treatment was either too painful, or the anesthesia was so strong that the skin became dull.On the contrary, the druid's treatment has a drug-like experience, which is unexpectedly comfortable.

And the treatment Kakarit gave her, compared to the rough priest, gave her a good impression of a druid.

It's not about healing injuries and restoring vitality, but about restoring the body to integrity—that's a warm impression that reminds her of a nurse more than a cold doctor.

"You should have experienced it too."

Kakarit said, with a serious face: "The magic of the gods I serve are not those rough treatments."

"Do you want to open a church here? Or do you want to preach here?"

The clever Helga immediately realized what Kakarit was going to say.

True.This kind of magic can even reverse the inherent impression of the Karal people on the magic, so that they no longer have ignorant resistance to priests.As Richero is a port city, this kind of influence will bring huge changes to Caral, whether it is internal development or external development.

Whether these changes are good or bad, but for Kakarit, it is clear that there will be no good results.

Helga frowned her delicate eyebrows in confusion.

It wasn't that Helga was selfishly worried about her own prestige and status.Rather, she is convinced that Kacarit will face life-threatening regardless of whether Kacarit's missionary work has achieved substantial results.

Perhaps this would come across as petty or ungrateful, but Helga would stop him anyway.

So, Helga made up her mind, and said bluntly, "It won't work for you, Mr. Priest."

"It's the same even if you really reverse the people's inherent impression of divine arts. The three sages will not allow their people to have feelings similar to pity for priests. If you really achieve a miracle, in the end Maybe it will bring them a murderous disaster."

Helga's face was unusually serious: "I'm not alarmist. Under special circumstances, multiple Blighters can directly 'purify' a certain city. Although there has been no similar situation in Karal in recent years, but This is not without precedent.”

"Maybe Mr. Priest, you come from a place where you talk about evidence...but the Blighters won't tell you about evidence. They have always looked down on evidence that can be forged and destroyed. Compared with that kind of thing, they believe in themselves Intuition. If something goes wrong, they may directly burn all the believers you have developed..."

"Okay, ok, ok... I understand, I understand," Kakarit interrupted Helga, whose voice was getting more and more urgent, with a helpless expression, "Then, I won't preach here...but Is it okay for me to treat the wounded in my own name?"

"You have to know that if you suspect that you have an affair with the pastor, Richero can't tolerate these people."

Helga said seriously.

Kakarit nodded clearly: "That is to say, I just take them away."

"Naturally," Helga nodded, "Riceiro is in the process of rebuilding after the disaster, and he is short of manpower, so he doesn't have so much energy to hunt down some refugees."

"Thank you very much, Miss Saya. I, Kakarit, salute your generosity and kindness. May the mentor shelter you until your sleep."

Kakarit stood up, made a cross on his chest with his right hand, then pressed it on his heart, and bowed slightly to pay tribute: "Miss Saya, you have a pure heart..."

Suddenly, Kakarit seemed to have heard some instructions, showing unusual concentration.

Maintaining a absent-minded posture for about a few seconds, Kakarit straightened up a little embarrassed, and then whispered to Helga: "Sorry..."

"Do you still need to stay here for a while?"

Helga guessed what Kakarit meant from his expression.The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl showed a smile instead: "Exactly, I haven't treated you to dinner yet. Please be sure to show your face."

"Thank you, Miss Saya."

Kakarite nodded gratefully: "I'll pick up two people here and leave. I won't cause you any trouble. Before that, leave Richero's wounded to me for treatment."

(End of this chapter)