ebookslot Chapter 140 A Commission from Father Utravsky
Chapter 140 A Commission from Father Utravsky
Chapter 140 A Commission from Father Utravsky
"Wait, I forgot to ask Arrodes how to find Will Onsetin."
"Hmm... never mind, I probably won't find it even if I ask. Maybe my forgetting about this question was actually an interference that Will Uncrestin anticipated."
As he was talking to himself, the doorbell downstairs suddenly rang.
He walked to the window and looked down, just in time to meet the gaze of Emlyn, who was looking up at him with a premonition.
"Why are you here?" he asked instinctively.
Downstairs, Emlyn, standing in front of the door, looked blank for a moment, as if he hadn't heard what he was saying. He paused for a second, then called out to him:
"Open the door for me right now!"
He shrugged, turned his head back, and calmly went downstairs and opened the door.
Emlyn hurriedly stepped halfway in, then, as if remembering something bad, quickly pulled his leg back.
His face then turned sour, but he tried his best to suppress it and said:
"Father Utravsky hopes you can visit the Harvest Church in the next few days."
Looking at Emlyn's retracted foot, Sirion asked, puzzled, "Is my floor hot?"
"And how did you know where I live? What does Father Utravsky want with me?"
Emlyn curled his lip in disdain: "Who knows if someone with such a dark mind like you might set up traps in your own home? For my own life, freedom, and safety, it's best to keep my distance."
"As for your address, Father Utravsky told me, of course. As for what it is, you'll find out when you go to the church."
After a brief pause, he added, "You'd better hurry, I feel like he's in some danger right now."
"Shouldn't you be happy that he's in danger?" Sirion asked curiously.
Emlyn's face visibly darkened:
"He's just becoming dangerous, but I'm actually in real danger being forced to stay in the church every day."
"Uh..." Xireen tried to control his expression, giving an awkward yet polite smile.
I was overthinking it. I thought your relationship with Father Utravsky had improved. It turns out that when you said you were in some danger, you meant you were in some danger yourself.
Composing himself, he nodded to Emlyn: "I understand. I'll go over when I have time in the next few days."
Emlyn opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and only uttered one sentence:
"As soon as possible."
After giving his instructions, Emlyn left without lingering, his back to him somewhat hurriedly.
After seeing Emlyn off, Cyril closed the door and returned to his bedroom, intending to catch up on some sleep before thinking about anything else.
He had just lain down and was still unable to fall asleep when he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers in his ears.
"Is it really that hard for me to catch up on some sleep?"
He muttered something under his breath, then calmed himself down and used meditation to guide his spirit away from his body, ascending to a dimension that overlooks all things, guided by the sound of prayer.
He then looked toward the source of the prayer, Triss, who was sitting at her dressing table in a loose robe.
The witch had dark circles under her eyes and looked exhausted, indicating that she hadn't slept well last night.
As Sirion's gaze fell upon it, a thin mist, tinged with starlight, quickly enveloped the mirror on the dressing table. Within the mist, a perpetually blurry, barely discernible dark shadow flickered in and out.
Triss bit her lip lightly to rouse herself, then bowed respectfully to the dressing mirror before asking:
"Great being, thank you for your help last night; otherwise, I would have met my end."
"Perhaps, perhaps there will be something even more terrible than death before we die."
The witch was very sensitive to such blatant desires. Last night, the demon dog's body, and the dark place that followed it, made her feel nauseous with its intense desire.
Triss's words reminded Cyril of the scene where the demon dog was thrusting on the woman's body last time, and he suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom to wash his eyes again.
After a brief silence, the thin mist in the dressing mirror, tinged with starlight, wriggled like living worms. Soon, a short sentence emerged:
"You've already paid the price for that help."
"I...I'll stay here quietly." Triss opened her mouth, and managed to finish speaking with some difficulty.
Then, as if she had used up all her strength, she slumped back in the chair, her dejected expression heartbreaking.
Above the dimension, Cyril repeated it to himself over and over again:
"She used to be a man, she used to be a man..."
Finally, with great difficulty, he suppressed the inappropriate thoughts that welled up in his heart.
"Is this the allure of 'pleasure'? No seductive actions, just simple gestures, expressions, and words, yet it can so deeply stir the heart."
"If this continues, I'm really worried that one day I'll go from mocking Rosell to replacing Rosell, and eventually surpassing Rosell."
"I can't think about it any longer..."
Shaking his head to clear the image of Triss's fragile, sorrowful face from his mind, he then manipulated the mist in the mirror to respond to Triss's words:
"You don't have to stay quiet. These aren't part of the price you've paid. You can continue to strive and continue to pursue freedom."
"When you truly understand freedom and the meaning of life, I will personally meet you in the endless dimensions."
"Understanding...freedom?" Triss paused for a moment, then asked with a hint of realization:
"So, was it because of my insistence on freedom that I caught your attention?"
"You could say that," Sirion replied affirmatively.
Although it was an accident that he heard Triss's Mirror occupy the surrounding area in the Mirror World, he might not have paid any attention to it if it were a different witch.
At the dressing table, Triss's expression shifted between bewilderment, solemnity, and relief.
After a long while, she suddenly stood up, bowed to the mirror on the table, and said:
"I understand, I will try my best to get closer to you."
In the evening, after catching up on her sleep, Xireen got up, stretched her body, put on her coat, and went straight out.
We flagged down a horse-drawn carriage at the intersection and went directly to the Harvest Church on Narcissus Street.
The place remained deserted and quiet. In the spacious hall, only two figures remained silent: Father Utravsky, who was also a bishop, priest, and pastor, and Emlyn, a vampire volunteer who was forced to stay.
Upon noticing Sirion crossing the church door, Emlyn paused in wiping the candlesticks, then continued wiping them as if nothing had happened.
...It seems like throwing candlesticks at me has become a habit!
Noticing Emlyn's actions, Cyril mentally scoffed, then turned to look at Father Utravsky, who was sitting at the front table, silently praying.
To be honest, he didn't see anything wrong with the other person.
Both physically and spiritually, the other person is very healthy and strong.
After observing for a moment, he took a few steps forward, but before he could speak, Father Utravsky turned around and stood up.
He first glanced at the sky, which was not yet completely dark outside the gate, then shifted his gaze to Sirion, and sighed with a slight smile:
"You arrived a little earlier than I expected; I thought you would hesitate for a while."
Cyril nodded slightly to the other person: "You've helped me more than once, I won't refuse this request."
"If I hadn't been sleep-deprived last night and needed to catch up on sleep today, I would have come even earlier."
"Hmm." Father Utravsky nodded, then pointed to a bench not far away, indicating that he should sit down.
"Let me explain this to you in detail. I've been troubled by a very difficult problem, and recently, I received a revelation from the 'Mother Goddess,' and I plan to ask you to help me solve this problem."
"The revelation from the 'Mother Goddess'? Could it have been last night?" Sirien asked hesitantly, her skin ashen.
Father Utravsky shook his head slightly: "No, even earlier, on the day we met that demon dog."
"The malice emanating from the 'demon' has exacerbated the problems that have been troubling me. Until last night, the night of the blood moon, my spirituality grew and my inspiration intensified, making it impossible for me to suppress the evil thoughts in my heart."
Emlyn, who was silently wiping the candlesticks, suddenly interjected, "That's right. If it weren't for the fact that we vampires receive a certain enhancement during the Blood Moon, I would have died last night under the priest's 'Sword of Dawn'."
"What the hell?! I kindly stayed to help him gather those herbs, and he just raised his hand and swung his sword at me!"
"If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have been seriously injured even if I hadn't died."
"He even considered using 'Light Storm,' but thankfully the strange blood moon from last night didn't last too long, and he regained his senses in time."
As he spoke, he reached out and touched his right cheek with lingering fear, as if he could still feel the pain from the sharp rays of the morning sun that had grazed him the night before.
Father Utravsky sighed and bowed slightly to Emlin:
"I'm very sorry. As compensation, you can learn all the pharmacology knowledge here for free. In addition, I will also keep an eye out for any clues about the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Potion Professor' within the church."
"The 'Potions Professor'?" Emlyn looked puzzled.
Father Sirentiustravsky explained: "In the potion system, your vampire barons are equivalent to Sequence 6."
"Potion Professor."
Emlyn glared at him. "Of course I know."
"But what use is this kind of clue? Would the Church of the 'Mother Goddess' really be willing to give up the opportunity to train a deacon or bishop?"