Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 93 - 89 Revelation

Is Shuishui my Magic Wand?

Wasn’t my Magic Wand Medusa? Recalling the ritual’s minutiae, I cleverly attempted to compensate for the error that occurred. My little cleverness of treating Shuishui as a ritual material may have caused all this, Shuishui might have become my second Magic Wand through that Soul Binding ceremony.

That could somewhat make sense.

There was a sound from Mr. Scholar’s side, he put the black dust into an exquisite peachwood box, a wave of his fingers, and the box was drawn into another dimension by a dot in the air, that must be some kind of storage method, similar to the pouch given by the Giant Dragon.

Chains fell from his body, slithering back into the cupboard, books on the table automatically flipped to the page with the quill marker.

In Mr. Scholar’s hand, the candlelight formed into a ball, hanging like a lightbulb in front of him.

He stood before the desk, starting to trace text onto the pages.

Perhaps it was time to leave, return to the Skeleton Gate with Shuishui, who had undergone slight changes.

His Excellency Raymond was still sitting in his original seat but the Agate Crown in his hand had turned into a beautifully crafted Gemstone Scabbard, he remained despondent, but Lyle still inquired about his wellbeing when he returned.

"His Excellency Raymond, what exactly troubles you?"

"My latest application for the Dragon Priest position was rejected again. The reason for refusal was ’lacking the soul of a Giant Dragon,’ but what exactly is the soul of a Giant Dragon? A spiritual state, why does the Dragon Priest possess the soul of a Giant Dragon, and I do not?"

"Even if I mimic the habits of dragons, sleep on gold, play with jewels, I still can’t figure it out."

"Isn’t Dragon Priest just the title Mr. Scholar has?"

"It’s not just a title, it used to be, and still is, a symbol of identity."

"In the era when humans first realized they were humans, their society was predominantly matrilineal tribes and clans, a time when shamanic worship rituals for powerful creatures like dragons were prevalent."

"There was one tribe that chose the Giant Dragon as their object of worship, and fortunately, the Giant Dragon, being the overlord of creatures at the time, actually responded to them. They conducted a special ceremony with the Giant Dragon to ensure a connection between their tribe and the Giant Dragon. Their tribal chief, who presided over the ceremony, that was the Dragon Priest."

"Historically, each Dragon Priest was accompanied by a Giant Dragon, learning its wisdom and knowledge. After their death, the Giant Dragon would then choose another successor to replace them."

"These Dragon-worshipping Tribes appeared within various intelligent beings’ groups and quickly became the real rulers of the last epoch through the knowledge passed down to them, until the era of the Holy Light dawned."

"The Giant Dragons were nearly slaughtered to extinction; the Dragon Priests’ draconic allies also died one after the other. The name of the Dragon Priest became a mere formality. However, they still exist to this day in the form of an organization, although there are only five members, five Dragon Priests, within the organization. You can acquaint yourself with the daily habits of dragons, learn their language and knowledge, on the premise that you are a Dragon Priest."

"According to Mr. Scholar, there are no more than nine existing Dragon Priests, and it seems the Dragon Followers have no intention to expand."

"If it weren’t the only way to obtain dragon knowledge, I wouldn’t bother enduring such indignity."

It appeared that His Excellency Raymond, being an admirer of Giant Dragons, had suffered quite a bit of a setback there.

"The soul of a Giant Dragon, teacher, might this not be a state of mind but rather an actual alteration of the soul? Perhaps the souls of Dragon Priests truly differ from ours."

"I’ve thought about what you said, but soul research implies unveiling a creature’s ultimate privacy; even as a longtime friend and scholar, I have no right to ask him to reveal the entirety of his soul to me. As for other Dragon Priests, it’d be easier to just kill them and seize their souls."

"But the probability of a successful attack is almost negligible; of the five Dragon Followers who are Dragon Priests, the average is Seven Locks."

"Those who have received dragon inheritance are not so easy to kill."

The issue of becoming a Dragon Priest was thus left unresolved, and Lyle left the Cup of Opulence, while His Excellency Raymond seemed still to be attempting something.

Andrey’s nights were eternally the same, with occasional cool breezes blowing through the desolate, dim corridors that sounded like the wailing of malicious spirits.

Although Lyle had only been to the Holy Light Almighty Sect’s activity room once, he could still find the location of the sanctuary with ease.

Even for those who had never been there, it was immediately recognizable.

As long as they were slightly sensitive to the brightness of the night.

Following the brightest spot of light, one could always see at the end, the massive arched gate that shone like the glittering flash of a giant treasure chest being opened.

The evenly arranged nanmu benches on both sides, the gold and red tapestries hanging before the marble columns, the solemn red carpet beneath one’s feet leading directly to the podium at the front, and the angels on the colorful stained glass flower bed were still radiating their brilliance.

The figure kneeling in front of the podium, bathed in the angels’ light, wore radiant white knight’s armor outlining a heroic yet gentle stature, like a white lotus flower.

The Holy Light believer Lyle first laid eyes on was Sister Eliane, which was truly a stroke of luck.

This meant His Excellency Raymond just so happened to be absent, or otherwise, his bright-as-a-lightbulb presence would definitely have taken up all the visual space.

The shining white armored figure rose and turned to look back, and Lyle was convinced that he saw a graceful lady from within the somewhat clumsy knight’s armor.

"Peace to you, Lady Eliane."

"Peace to you, Mr. Plague Doctor," she replied, tilting her knight’s helmet adorned with a bright white plume at a charming angle, "Do you have any troubles to share with me?"

"Yes, I think that could be called trouble," Lyle was led by Eliane to sit beside her, like a mother guiding her lost child.

"Is Mr. Raymond not here?"

"His Excellency Raymond is mostly absent from here, preferring to mingle with other associations."

Well, he’s been out challenging others.

"But he will return soon, I’ve informed him of your arrival..."

Thud!

The door slammed hard against the wall. It turns out this exaggerated way of opening the door was just a habit, not something His Excellency Raymond did deliberately.

The difference being, my door is merely close to falling apart, while doors of other groups are completely blown off their hinges, sometimes even taking an unfortunate person along for the flight.

"Plague Doctor, have you finally seen the light and come to embrace Holy Light? Come, come, let’s start the baptism ceremony right away, I can hardly wait to see your initiation into the First Lock."

Mr. Raymond came rolling in like a steamroller, full of overwhelming presence.

Lyle couldn’t help but take a small step back, "No, Mr. Raymond, I have not come to throw myself into the maw of a tiger, but to seek enlightenment from your Holy Light expertise on some doubts I have. Besides, I’m already at the First Lock."

"Already at the First Lock? You haven’t been studying magic for long, that’s truly impressive, such a promising seedling. Why don’t you come learn Holy Light, the top-tier Holy Light instructor professional guidance, guaranteed coaching, become a new generation Holy Light leader, and reach the peak of life, it’s not a dream. Are you tempted?"

If you hadn’t added that purposeful flattery at the end, maybe I would have been genuinely happy. The Six Locks Giant Dragon even said that being at the First Lock was quite weak, and here was this apparent Ten Locks monster, really throwing away all shame just to recruit new people.

"The thing is, Mr. Raymond, on my way to ascending to the First Lock, I experienced illusions, and these illusions stemmed from Holy Light..."

Mr. Raymond’s expression grew solemn as he listened to Lyle’s description.

"That is Divine Inspiration, Plague Doctor, a revelation given to you by Holy Light."