Chapter 247 The Curse of Drying the Soul

Today's Dawn Cathedral was surprisingly lively. When Lin Li passed by, he saw a dozen carriages parked outside the door. It looked like a busy scene. Lin Li couldn't help but be a little confused for a moment. Although he had been hiding

He was in the Magic Guild, but he passed by here occasionally when something happened. He had never seen the Cathedral of the Dawn as lively as it was today.

The Kingdom of France is a land of magic. In this land, even children know that becoming a magician is the best way out. They believe in powerful elemental power and yearn for mysterious magical knowledge. They have been repeatedly tricked since they were born.

Knowledge, work hard to learn magic knowledge and become a real magician.

As early as hundreds of years ago, the Temple of Light wanted to spread the teachings of the Holy Light to this land. However, what awaited them was not the grand occasion of the Holy Light shining on France, but unprecedented fierce resistance, from members of the royal family to

Down to the traffickers and lackeys, no one is willing to believe in the Holy Light, and no one is a devout believer. Their hearts have long been filled with magic, and there is not even a little space left for the Holy Light.

A hotel owner once said that if a magician and a priest come to his hotel at the same time, then the magician can get the best service, but the priest can only hide in the corner and eat black bread. This is the teaching of the Holy Light.

The embarrassing situation of the Kingdom of France.

Hundreds of years of efforts by the Temple of Light have yielded no results. In the end, even His Majesty the Pope had to declare angrily: "Let those damn pagans go to hell with their damn magic!"

In the past hundred years, few priests have been willing to come to the Kingdom of France again, because they all know in their hearts that there is no point in spreading the Holy Light here. Even the most fanatical believers have to admit that the people on this land have no blood.

There are elements of magic flowing in them, and even the most devout believers and no amount of miracles can influence them.

The Cathedral of the Dawn is one of the few churches in the Kingdom of France. The person responsible for spreading doctrine here is Archbishop Rennes, an unlucky middle-aged fat man.

This middle-aged fat man is indeed very unlucky. A dignified fifteenth-level priest and a bishop with a bright future, he was sent to Oranna because he offended a powerful figure in the Temple of Light.

In this land, let alone fifteenth-level priests, there is no market even for twenty-level priests. No one cares about what the Holy Light is, and no one cares about the teachings he spreads. In Oranna, Renn has more

He is regarded as a good doctor, and it is free of charge. The only group of people who often set foot in the Cathedral of the Dawn are probably those low-level adventurers who injured their hands while fighting monsters and wanted to treat them without spending money.

Who should I look for? Of course, Bishop Renne. At this time, his magical effects are still pretty good...

As for the number of these cured low-level adventurers who are willing to listen to him spread the teachings of the Holy Light, I am afraid only ghosts know...

As for the leaders of the major forces in Oranna, no one took him seriously. In the eyes of those big shots, Ren was just a poor guy. He was not the bishop of the Temple of Light, but he had no power at all.

, not to mention any believers, the total of all his things is probably just this morning cathedral that is majestic and sacred on the outside, but deserted on the inside.

Renn's life is indeed miserable. After twenty years of spreading the teachings in Oranna, the total number of believers probably will not exceed double digits. This kind of life is simply worse than death. In the past twenty years, Renn has tried everything he can.

He tried every means to transfer him away from this damn place. In the entire Temple of Light, Renn was definitely the most diligent bishop. He was away from Oranna for at least six months of the year, running around looking for him everywhere.

The reason for the favor is to find an opportunity to be transferred out of Olanna during the annual work report.

No, I went back last month...

Who would have thought that as soon as Ren left, the Dawn Cathedral suddenly became lively. Several young pastors were busy, receiving the big shots coming and going, so much so that Lin Li stood at the door for ten minutes without saying anything.

A priest came to greet him. If before, someone had taken the initiative to come to his door, let alone the young priest, even Ren would have run out himself...

Lin Li stood at the door for a long time, unable to stand any longer. When a young priest passed by, Lin Li quickly stopped him and asked, "Is Archbishop Enlos here?"

"You are..." The young priest glanced at Lin Li, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes. There have been too many people coming to see Archbishop Enlos in the past half month. Of course, none of them are devout believers.

No one is willing to believe in the Holy Light. These people who suddenly flocked to the Cathedral of the Dawn, without exception, are all trying to get the potion from Archbishop Enroth.

No way, why did Archbishop Enroth become a master of pharmacy...

After more than ten days in a row, these young pastors have already learned how to read people.

Just like the magician in front of me, he looks fresh and young, which means he has no status. He is wearing an ordinary robe, which means he has little money. In addition, he has an anxious look on his face, which is probably because

His relatives or friends were injured...

Needless to say, they had no status, no money, and their relatives and friends were injured. Why did they come to the Cathedral of the Dawn? Needless to say, they had seen too many such people in the past half month.

"My name is Feyre, and I'm from the Magic Guild."

"Oh..." A young priest nodded, and then issued an order to expel the guest without any courtesy: "I'm sorry, Mr. Magician, Archbishop Enroth is resting. If you are here for the potion, I advise you.

It’s better not to waste your time, you are not the only one who has come here asking for potions in the past half month.”

"..." Lin Li almost choked to death on his saliva. He wanted to defend himself a few words, but when he saw the young pastor's determined look, Lin Li knew that it was useless to defend himself, because in the eyes of the young pastor, he had already

Became a persona non grata.

If this had happened before, Lin Li would have probably turned around and left. It would be pointless to have trouble with a few young priests anyway. If you are not popular, then you are not popular. Anyway, you will not lose a piece of flesh, but this time it is not possible, Ou Ling

He was still lying on the hospital bed. If he didn't find Enroth, even if Hoffman was proficient in curses, he might not be able to save the weak Ouling.

"Get out of the way!" Lin Li was so anxious that he couldn't care less. He stretched out his hand and pushed the two young priests who were blocking him to the side. Then he raised his feet and walked away under the astonished eyes of a group of onlookers.

Break into the cathedral.

Today's Dawn Cathedral is not the same as it used to be. For more than ten days in a row, people have been asking for help every day. Even the young priests who were ignored before have already developed enough tempers. When they see this

The young magician was so ignorant of the rules. Several young priests immediately became angry. One of them was quick enough to grab Lin Li's robe, and the other stopped him in front of Lin Li.

"stop!"

"Get out of the way!" His roommate who had been with him day and night for two months was still lying on the hospital bed. He didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. Lin Li had long been holding back his evil anger and had no place to vent it. At this time, he was suddenly grabbed by someone in his robe.

A stream of evil fire suddenly sprang up, rushing towards the church without looking back, while releasing a repelling spell without looking back.

The young priest was only at level five, so how could he withstand the power of the great mage? In an instant, a muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and before the young priest had time to hold on to his robe, a wave of

The irresistible force sent him flying, and his whole body hit the street opposite like a stone.

"Boy, I'm warning you, this is the Cathedral of the Dawn and the Temple of Light. If you dare to mess around, even the Magic Guild may not be able to protect you!" The two young priests next to them saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly became stern.

There was an inner threat.

"I say it again, get out of the way!" Lin Li's eyes flashed fiercely, and a violent wave of magic was emitted. If Ma Sen or Kevin were here, they would know that something bad was going to happen just by looking at this posture.

This guy is definitely really angry. If anyone stops in front of him again, he may really get killed.

It's a pity that these young priests have no idea how dangerous the person standing in front of them is. Although they are a little scared, they suddenly feel more courageous when they think that Archbishop Enlos is sitting inside.

He stopped at the door and looked at Lin Li without fear.

The two sides couldn't stop arguing, and chaos suddenly broke out at the entrance of Dawn Cathedral. From the dozen carriages parked outside, people poked their heads out to watch from time to time, wanting to see who was so brave and dared to do so at this time.

When you come to the Cathedral of the Dawn to cause trouble, you must know that the person sitting inside now is not that good-for-nothing Ren, but Enroth, one of the four archbishops of the Temple of Light!

This young magician is probably going to be in bad luck.

While a group of people watching the excitement were whispering to each other, they suddenly felt a cold breath coming from the distance. Everyone looked back in shock and saw a man wrapped in a black robe with a face as white as a corpse.

The same old man got off a carriage.

"Oops, why is this old guy here..." Several of the onlookers who knew the situation were immediately startled. They had been running to Dawn Cathedral every day for the past ten days. They had seen this old guy more than once or twice.

Yes, that is a real murderous monster!

Almost as soon as the old man stepped out of the carriage, the onlookers hurriedly retracted their protruding heads, and they were secretly worried about the young magician. It was a pity that such a young man could not do this.

I was afraid that it was all over. I just forced my way into the Cathedral of the Dawn, but I encountered this half-human, half-undead monster. He and Enroth were not on an ordinary friendship. Now this young man was afraid that it would be over, and he didn’t know what would happen.

It's really pitiful to be turned into a skeleton or a zombie...

No one expected that the young magician actually smiled.

What no one expected was that the old man, whose face was as pale as a zombie, actually smiled...

"Master Fei Lei, how come it's such a coincidence?" Senderos couldn't help but laugh. Ever since the exchange meeting of the Pharmacist Guild, he had been wanting to talk to this genius pharmacist. Unfortunately, he went to the Magic Guild twice, but failed.

All attempts were in vain, but I heard someone say a few days ago that the fat man Hoffman seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with this genius pharmacist.

Senderos felt that he could no longer wait. If he continued to wait, this genius who had shocked the pharmaceutical industry in the Kingdom of France would probably be poached by other forces. This was definitely not what the Dark Temple wanted to see.

I came to the Cathedral of the Dawn today just to discuss with Enroth to see if there is any possibility of cooperation between the Temple of Darkness and the Temple of Light on this matter.

Unexpectedly, it was such a coincidence that I found this genius pharmacist before I even had time to discuss it with Enroth. This kind of luck was like pie in the sky, not to mention that Senderos was still only half human and half undead.

The monster, even if he has completely turned into an undead, I am afraid he will still be laughing from ear to ear.

"Haha, good afternoon, Master Senderos." Lin Li smiled. He knew the relationship between Senderos and Enlos. Since Senderos is here, there should be no problem in meeting Enlos.

After a few polite greetings, Lin Licai asked again: "By the way, Master Senderos is here to see Archbishop Enroth, right?"

"Well, I have nothing to do these days, so I came over to talk to him."

"Great, I just have a little problem, and I want to ask Archbishop Enroth for help. Since Master Senderos is also going in, can you speak for me?"

"Why don't you go in by yourself?" Senderos frowned, with a hint of confusion in his voice: "Enlos will be very happy if he knows you are here."

"This..." Lin Li didn't say anything, just smiled helplessly.

With this helpless look in his eyes, how could Senderos not understand?

"Is that you?" When Senderos stared at the young priests, his pale face showed no expression, but there was a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Master Senderos... we... we really don't know that this Mr. Magician knows you..." Several young priests were really scared out of their wits. They never thought that this person seemed to have no status.

The young magician actually knew someone like Senderos.

What a hell...

Who is Senderos? He is a terrifying existence that controls thousands of undead armies. He kills without blinking an eye. For him, life is just a consumable, used to provide nutrients for his undead army. In the Temple of Light

In the literature, Senderos has long been portrayed as a demon with blood on his hands. There are at least ten massacres that can be documented, and each time at least thousands of people were killed.

Who is not afraid of such a person? Although several young priests are devout believers, they are not devout to the point of fanaticism. Facing a character like Senderos, they are equally afraid and terrified in their hearts, for fear of this half-human, half-undead monster.
To be continued...