Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

At noon the next day, under the leadership of Pastor Lavia, Verin and Kyle arrived at Kelt Tulum's home.

A beautiful woman is supporting an old man with gray hair, and a young man is standing beside them. People who don't know the inside story may find it very unreasonable.

A gentle smile appeared on Kelt's face, and he slowly said: "Lord Verin, we meet again."

"It's been more than thirty years." After hearing this, Weilin responded with a flash of memory in his eyes.

After exchanging pleasantries, the group entered the living room and sat around the wooden table.

Looking around, the decoration is very simple and there are no luxurious arrangements.

The young man held the teapot and poured tea for everyone. After doing all this, he came behind his father and massaged him to relieve the pain in his body.

"At Ravia's request, I came here this time to treat your soul injury." Weilin picked up the tea cup, looked at the green tea, took a sip, and got straight to the point.

Hearing this, Celtic's wife and children all raised their heads in unison, with hope shining in their eyes and joy on their faces.

"Cough cough cough."

Kelt choked and said in disbelief: "Lord Verin, this...this..."

"If you want to thank me, let the kid thank his master. If Lavia hadn't come to beg me, I might not have come here." Weilin put down the teacup and said calmly.

After hearing this, the young man came to Lavia, knelt down on his knees, and knocked his head on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"What are you doing? Get up quickly."

Lavia stepped forward to help his disciple up, swept away the gravel from his forehead, and said lovingly: "You are in trouble, how can I just stand by and watch?"

"Teacher, I will definitely repay you in the future."

"Why are you saying this? If you practice hard, it is the best reward for being a teacher."

"I will definitely do it, Master."

Returning to the wooden table, Lavia touched her bald head and smiled kindly at the Celtic couple.

Seeing this, Weilin said, "It's getting late, let's get started!"

"Lord Verin, what do you need from me?" After hearing this, Celtic's wife Eleanor stood up and asked.

Weilin touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Just prepare a clean room, and then prepare food and wait for me."

"I understand, Lord Verin."

Eleanor nodded, called his child to his side, and whispered to him to go to the vegetable patch to pick some dishes.

After receiving his mother's instructions, the boy nodded solemnly and left the living room.

In a clean and tidy room, Eleanor helped Kelt to the bed, took off his shoes, covered him with the quilt, then bowed to Verin, exited the room, and closed the door.

Weilin did not start the treatment immediately, but came to pull a chair, put it next to the bed, and sat down.

"Kelt, I can see that your wife loves you very much."

"Yes!" Celtic sat up, raised the pillow, looked at Verin, with a happy smile on his face, and said, "Ten years ago, feeling that my body was getting more and more decayed, Eleanor resigned. He accepted the position of professor at the Magic Academy and brought me to Lansha City, preparing to spend the remaining years with me in this beautiful place.”

"Every day when I came here, she massaged me and took care of me all the time with her tempered body. So much so that in the past ten years, her strength has not improved at all."

"Now, I feel like I'm a burden to her."

Weilin looked at the aging Kelt and said with emotion: "In my wife's heart, you are not only her husband, but also her hope for living in this world."

"I know this, so fifteen years ago, I tried to get her pregnant. With the connection of the child, after my death, she had the support to live on." The corner of Kelt's mouth raised slightly as he said A secret that had been hidden for more than ten years was revealed.

Weilin covered his face and looked a little speechless: "Between you and your wife, the child is really unexpected!"

"Hahaha...cough cough cough."

"Sometimes I think about it. As a father, I really feel sorry for Kechia."

The air choked his lungs. After he recovered, Kelt leaned against the wall and said with some shame.

"What a sincere love!"

After sighing with emotion, Verin took out the pillow behind Kelt and laid his body flat.

"It might be painful to wait."

"Lord Verin, I know that scars on the soul are not so easy to repair."

"kindness."

Verin nodded, took out a silver mid-level demon soul light ball, grabbed it in the palm of his left hand, then put his right hand on Kelt's forehead, closed his eyes, and began to use [Healing - Spirituality].

The soul power of the demon soul sealed in the silver intermediate demon soul light ball was extracted and turned into soul light. Under the guidance of Verin's thoughts, it entered Celtic's soul.

Under his spiritual vision, Verin turned into a tinker, using his thoughts as needles and soul rays as threads to mend the incomplete parts of Celtic's soul.

Time passed bit by bit, and Celtic felt the pain coming from his body. He gritted his teeth and did not interfere with Weilin's treatment.

The magic power floating in the air began to converge on Celtic's body, entering his body bit by bit and becoming his power again.

Verin carefully observed the changes in the outside world and changed his methods at each stage to maintain the balance between Celtic's body, soul and external magic.

After a long time, when Weilin passed the last stitch, Celtic's soul was repaired.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Weilin opened the gate and increased the soul power of extracting the demon soul.

In less than a moment, the patched part of Celtic's soul slowly disappeared and merged with the soul, and even turned a disaster into a blessing, making the soul stronger.

When the last trace of soul power of the silver intermediate demon soul was exhausted, only cruelty, killing and evil thoughts remained in the demon soul light ball.

Weilin opened his eyes and looked at Celtic lying on the bed. His whole body was wet with sweat, his wrinkled skin became elastic, and his extraordinary rank also reached the high bronze level.

However, before repairing Eleanor's soul, Celtic himself was a silver intermediate water elemental mage. After the scars of the soul were healed, as time passed, everything that had been lost would naturally come back.

In addition, compared with the previous soul, Celtic's soul is now much stronger. With the precipitation of his mind in the past forty years, it is likely that he will be promoted to a gold mage in less than ten years.

Half an hour later, Celtic's fingers moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the familiar ceiling, felt the power coming from his body, and couldn't stop the tears from his eyes.

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