I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 135 - 126: Exorcism

After obtaining the whereabouts of the two monsters, Rogel prepared to leave immediately.

But Hudson seemed to want to make some preparations and suggested returning to his home in Giant Claw City first.

Rogel initially thought he could go alone, but on second thought, he decided against it.

Hudson certainly wasn’t concerned about his safety; it was obviously for the purpose of crafting magic potions.

So the two of them returned to Giant Claw City and went to Hudson’s home together.

However, there was an anxious-looking woman standing at Hudson’s doorstep.

She dressed simply and looked worried.

When she saw Hudson, a glimmer of hope immediately appeared in her eyes, and she quickly approached him.

"Mr. Hudson, Mr. Hudson, please help me!"

She stood in front of Hudson and Rogel.

"Please save my son!"

"He’s not going to make it!"

Her anxious expression carried helplessness, and her eyes were red.

Hudson, however, was unfazed, and his snake-like vertical pupils bore a cold indifference like a serpent: "Sorry, not open for business today."

With that, he pushed past the woman and entered his house.

Seeing this, Rogel frowned slightly, seemingly deep in thought.

It wasn’t that he thought Hudson was cold-blooded and heartless, nor did he want to criticize him.

He just found Hudson’s attitude somewhat strange.

It seemed that the issue wasn’t about "whether to help someone"

but rather a question of the priority between "work and magic potions."

In other words, for him, completing the transaction with Rogel to obtain the magic potion was far more important than work.

In his view, an anxious woman was merely part of his work.

And since it’s work, it can be set aside; the magic potion is more important.

The woman, rejected by Hudson, was momentarily stunned before turning to look at Rogel, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Sir, you must be Mr. Hudson’s friend. I beg you, please help me!"

"My son is on the brink, please help him. Whatever you want, I’ll do it! I beg you!"

The woman, with a sobbing voice, began to kneel before Rogel, ready to bow to him.

Rogel reached out and held her arm: "First, tell me, what happened."

At those words, hope immediately rose in the woman’s eyes: "Thank you, thank you!"

With that, she began to talk about her son’s situation.

The woman, named Anna, was an ordinary textile worker in Giant Claw City, and her son was a fifteen-year-old boy working as a porter at the docks of Giant Claw City.

Three days ago, Anna’s son did not come home immediately after work; according to her drunken husband, he went out to play with friends.

But the next day, when Anna opened her son’s room door, she found the floor covered in blood he had coughed up, and her son lying on the bed, pale-faced, with pitch-black eyes, as if something had possessed him.

Anna panicked instantly.

She sought out a doctor, but the doctor expressed his inability to help; matters like this required someone from the Church.

Left with no choice, Anna turned to the Church in Giant Claw City for help.

The Church dispatched a believer to their home to assess the situation.

But after this believer examined Anna’s son, his attitude changed drastically, saying he had brought it on himself for disrespecting the deities, deserving the torment unto death.

With no other options, Anna started asking around, and finally managed to find her way to Hudson.

"Please, plead with Mr. Hudson to save my son... I beg you..."

The woman sobbed uncontrollably.

Evil spirit, huh...

Rogel stroked his chin.

Just then, Hudson came downstairs.

He had changed into a hooded black outfit, a pouch and a leather gun case at his waist, and a small silver sword pendant on his chest.

He naturally noticed Rogel standing in front of the woman, and could hear some of the commotion.

He frowned, "Are you planning to help her?"

"Let’s take a look."

Rogel was quite interested in evil spirits, and besides, lending a hand wouldn’t take much effort.

At this, Hudson remained unfazed.

"I have no plans to work today. If you’re truly intent on helping her, you will have to bear the time and effort it takes."

His voice was very calm.

"Alright." Rogel nodded, "I won’t charge you extra later."

"Deal."

Hudson nodded, agreeing to the transaction.

"Thank you, thank you, sirs!"

Anna, overjoyed, quickly got up from the ground, wiping her tears.

"I’ll lead the way for you."

...

"Here we are."

Anna led the two to a small stone house at the edge of Giant Claw City, where the environment was somewhat dirty and messy.

On the way there, Rogel even saw a resident casually dumping dirty water from an upper floor.

Anna opened the door, and the room instantly filled with the smell of alcohol and mold.

A man with a drunkenly red face, full of stubble, lay snoring loudly on the table, still clutching a bottle.

"That’s my husband..." Anna remarked before turning to look at a small room at the end: "My son is over here!"

The two followed Anna to the room’s entrance.

Rogel was about to enter when Hudson reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Wait."

Hudson’s vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if he were observing a world different from that which others saw.

He took a small bottle from his pouch, pulled out the cork, and let a drop of liquid fall onto the doorknob.

Sizzle.

Accompanied by a light sound, black smoke like burnt material rose up but had no scent.

"Food Spirit Resentful Soul."

"This thing tends to smear its saliva on some objects as a medium."

Seeing Rogel’s inquiring look, Hudson explained succinctly.

Then he opened the door.

Bloodstains coughed onto the floor came into view, as well as the boy on the bed, whose black eyes and pale face seemed inhuman.

His body was twitching slightly, seemingly experiencing some kind of pain in his sleep.

[Human (Possessed)]

[Type: Creature]

[Quality...]

Rogel stopped looking further at this point.

He wanted to see if he could gather information on this resentful soul, but clearly, he couldn’t.

Hudson remained silent, simply stepping forward.

He took a glass bottle potion out of his bag and drank it.

Rogel sharply observed the details of this potion.

[Low-rank Awakening Secret Medicine]

[Type: Potion]

[Quality: Green]

[Effect: Temporarily increases the drinker’s spiritual value limit and slightly speeds up spiritual value recovery rate (limited to below 15 points)]

[Negative Effect: Toxin accumulation of 35%, accompanied by a burning sensation in the throat when consumed.]

[Explanation: A secret medicine often used by exorcists; just smelling it makes one feel mentally refreshed.]

After drinking this secret medicine, the blood vessels on Hudson’s neck instantly tensed, appearing unnaturally purple.

However, Hudson was indifferent to this, silently taking a finely carved stone statue out of his bag.

The statue resembled a three-headed dog at first glance.

But in truth, it was a creature with a dog’s body and a dog’s head flanked by two snakeheads.

Hudson placed it in his palm and took out another bottle of secret medicine.

[Low-rank Spirit Feeding Secret Medicine]

[Type: Potion]

[Quality: Green]

[Effect: Establishes a link between the spiritual image and the exorcist, feeding the spirit, driving the spiritual image.] 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

[Negative Effect: Excessive consumption of the spirit feeding secret medicine will eventually lead to a loss of emotional sensitivity and make the hair turn white.]

[Explanation: A secret medicine frequently used by exorcists, also the most common method used in exorcism.]

This time, Hudson didn’t drink the spirit feeding secret medicine but instead dripped a drop on the spiritual image, then applied another drop to his brow.

Moments later, a faint, almost ethereal line connected between him and the spiritual image.

Hudson also took out a small notebook.

"Hiss..." "Woof..."

The next instant, an astonishing scene unfolded.

A spectral form slowly emerged from the statue in Hudson’s palm, leaping down, ultimately heading toward the boy on the bed with a low growl from the dog-snake.

"Oh, my..."

Anna, witnessing the scene, covered her mouth in shock, finding it unbelievable.

"What kind of damn evil arts is this?"

Anna’s drunken husband, somewhat sobered by the scene, rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Hudson opened the notebook and began softly chanting incomprehensible spells.

The spectral dog-snake, seemingly guided, leapt from the ground and pounced onto Anna’s son.

Soon after, the snakeheads on either side of the ghostly figure lunged at the boy on the bed without hesitation, while the dog head bared its teeth, emitting a threatening growl.

"Ah—"

After a bout of biting, the dog-snake spectral image forcibly ripped a black specter from Anna’s son.

This black figure continued to scream and struggle, resembling a shrill-voiced banshee.

Through this, Rogel finally saw information on this entity.

[Food Spirit Resentful Soul]

[Type: Monster]

[Quality: Common]

[Level: 4]

[Tier: Extraordinary]

[Explanation: A timid soul that died in resentment, residing in darkness, constantly seeking chances to climb onto humans and devour the host’s spirit.]

Hudson was right, a Food Spirit Resentful Soul was indeed residing in the boy’s body.

However, if I encountered this kind of ghostly thing, what should I do?

Rogel couldn’t help but reflect.

Until now, very rarely had he encountered monsters like a Food Spirit Resentful Soul, mostly dealing with physical entities.

But if he were to encounter such a soul monster, would the Skeleton Stripping Technique wielded via his magic staff even work?

"Uhh..."

While Rogel pondered, the ghostly dog-snake had already devoured the Food Spirit Resentful Soul, emitting deep feeding sounds.

After dealing with the resentful soul, Hudson began retracting the dog-snake ghost, preparing for some follow-up work.

But behind them, Anna and her drunkard husband began to argue quietly.

"How much did you pay?"

"None of your business!"

"How is it none of my business? They’re practicing evil arts next to my son’s bed!"

"Now you remember he’s your son? What were you doing when Mark needed help the most?"

"Regardless, you can’t pay these two monsters! I still need to drink!"

"Damn you and your drinking! Spit! You wretched drunkard! You won’t get a dime from me, now get out!"

Their argument escalated, and eventually, in her rage, Anna spat at him and kicked him out of the house.

Turning back, she saw Rogel watching her, and sighed, apologizing with a remorseful expression, "I’m sorry, sir, my husband is..."

"But rest assured, I’ll definitely gather enough money to pay you!"