Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (27)
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Finding the temple wasn’t that difficult.
In fact, with the exception of the personnel who were purifying the people affected by the infectious agent, everyone was mobilized in the eyes of Haram using that ‘holy long-distance message magic’.
The place where a pillar of light flashes up from a ruined city is a temple.
This place, like other destroyed sections of the city, collapsed so badly that it could be seen as a heap of white marble, but the large icon of Ro Haram, which the bishops and priests desperately guarded, had no visible damage other than a few cracks. .
Perhaps that’s why it was able to serve as a relay station to amplify divine power even after such a catastrophe.
Among the collapsed rubble and the praying priests, there were some familiar faces.
“He is the leader.”
“You must be a professor.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. Since he is a very clever person, there is a high possibility that he will do something even after he is encroached upon.”
“Gwook. “It’s the big red man.”
“They say that changes in humans cannot be traced with the eyes of an elf…. This is indeed true.”
My companions greet me in a strange atmosphere. I’m so happy that everyone is alive and well without any major injuries, but their reaction is so ambiguous…
‘Oh right. ‘I tried to kill all those people, right?’
[Otman. I just remembered something I would never do.]
In an instant, it stuck in my mind like a sharp piece of glass! I burst out in shame at the vivid memories that were stuck in my head.
Whoa!
My face heated up with shame. oh my god. There is no dark history like this. At the age of 24, I had a relapse in my second year of middle school, and I was spreading it around to people around me!
I wanted to run right away and apologize, but…
“The condition of the temple is outrageous.”
“No, saint! Isn’t it possible that we were able to maintain this level thanks to the saint who stopped the people who were rushing towards the temple out of fear that they might be the vassals of an evil spirit? If there is light, images, and people praying, it is a temple. “Hehehehe!”
I couldn’t show my usual self because of this old priest who was hanging around like a leech while attending to a subject as big as a bishop.
“I heard you had a lot of hardships while I was away, brothers.”
“professor? Is that you? “I guess my head was turned in another way…”
“Because we were all able to gather again in such good health. “We can truly say that the light took care of us.”
Fortunately, my group followed me around and became a bit of a mess of Professor Park’s antics.
Unlike Idrasil, who was behind him and had no idea what was going on, Ottman, who nudged Aldrich next to him with his elbow, made a secret sign.
Snap!
[iced coffee. Can you hear me? It’s Ottoman.]
[It’s water message magic… It’s very different from soul magic. This is Aldrich. You’re the professor there, right?]
[yes! Sounds great! You… you know? Now, back then, I was a bit…]
In the midst of the chaotic mixing of message magic, Aldrich, who was praying with me on the outside with a benevolent face, grumbled.
[What was it like back then? You were out of your mind? Were you crazy?]
[Well, um… as you know, my body is a bit unique, right? Originally, I was filling it up all the way to the bottom of my throat. I’ve been in a bad mood lately, so I can’t control it…]
[Okay, okay. Well, there are times in people’s lives when they can’t control themselves, and sometimes they do things that they don’t even know why they are doing. huh? Then, he started calling his colleague and teacher, who taught him magic and crossed the line of fire with him several times, by the name of ‘Hey Otman’. He even aimed that terrifying blood-killing magic at his head. huh? yes? Something like that can happen in life!]
[Ugh, wow! sorry!]
[Yes, you guy! The first thing you should say when you meet Ottman is that no matter what the situation, it was an apology and not some damn saint play! If it weren’t for Idrasil, Otman would have greeted you with his headless corpse right now! This can’t just be passed off as an apology…!]
[Stop. I’m fine.]
[It’s not you, it’s me! This is something that can just be overlooked-]
[stop! It was just a disease. As a teacher and water magician, I looked into it myself! The turbid flow at that time was an act of my own will! You are trying to cut off a child’s wrist by accusing him of being a thief just because he tripped and fell and dropped the bread!]
[Yiyi…. They’re like pure water!]
Snap!
Aldrich seemed to not want to talk anymore, shook the water droplets out of his ears, and then strode into the corner of the temple.
While Lucilla was confused when she suddenly saw Aldrich huffing and walking away, Ottman’s calm voice pierced her ears.
[I apologize on my behalf. Professor, I don’t know about you, but… Actually, it was Aldrich who tried the hardest to bring you back. Just think of it as the complaining of an old man who can’t express his feelings well.]
[….This is an absurd statement. In the end, it happened because I was overconfident in my own abilities, so even if I apologize a hundred times, it wouldn’t be enough. Aldrich is right. Sorry, Otman.]
[Well, when I’m around people like you, various things happen.]
Who wouldn’t say he’s a water magician, but he has a very cool personality.
[Okay… I see you are playing differently on the outside and the inside, so it seems like you are right this time. But suddenly you’re a saint? What else are you doing walking around? At the very least, you’re fooling people again, right? Well, we know you now, so we’ll do that, but… hasn’t the saint gone a bit too far? If it gets discovered, the church will be very angry and try to eat us.]
[Uh… that’s….]
Well, let’s come. Of course, it is true that when they first invaded the lord’s castle, they tricked him into pretending to be a faithful warrior of the church.
Cheokcheokcheokcheok-
Click, click!
Even at this very moment, the church’s acolyte priests are collecting my blood, which they have collected by traveling around the city, labeling it as [Holy Blood] in large letters, and the priests who are unable to use purification spells due to their exhaustion of sacred power are collecting the spirits suffering from erosion. The situation is that they are pouring the contents of the bottle onto Jimin’s infected areas or even feeding them to them. I don’t know why, but it’s surprisingly effective, so it’s a bit weird to say I’m faking it like I’m a saint…
[I… I think I might be a saint?]
[You damn man! That’s impossible even if the sea dries up, so don’t even think about it. People like you are called saints… There are degrees of lack of conscience.]
[Tsk.]
Ottman’s answer was decisive.
[Holy power, mana, and aurors are things that do not mix like water and oil. A swordsman who imprints himself on the world through truth cannot use magic and divine power. The world that is already fixed in your head refuses change, so you can’t use magic, and you can’t believe in God because you already believe in yourself more than anyone else. The same goes for wizards and clerics. Just from my quick look, I can see that the flow within you has become much stronger and clearer. Being a saint is something that can never happen.]
[Then… what is that?]
The [Holy Blood] storage box that the professor pointed to with a subtle gesture of his chin. Before we knew it, alchemists carrying what looked like large boxes were flocking in, begging for the stolen blood to be returned, and the priests of the church were standing in protest, saying that they would not dare to allow ‘experiments’ with the blood to be blasphemous. Lucilla stood up suddenly. The people on the side were raising their voices saying that I own the blood that I have collected, so I should not rashly peg it as an object of the religious order.
[I don’t know about that. Looking at the flow of your mana, it looks like you are near the 4th level… Have you realized a very deep level of ‘purification’?]
[no.]
[Then, is there anything you can point out?]
Just to point out….
Yes, there was.
Knock knock!
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A body that freely changes into the shape you want just by concentrating for a moment. Just as Hyde used this body a long time ago to create a giant spear made of flesh and bone, I can now control my body in the same way.
‘It probably means that I can now control the infectious agent that has completely taken over my body.’
It’s definitely a good thing. It means that there is no longer the pain of erosion that is squeezing my entire body, there are no more infectious agents ravaging my body like today, and I have become stronger in battle than before.
‘Is it an antigen-antibody reaction? I don’t think medicine here works that way…’
For now, all I can infer is that the blood that came out after I absorbed it, whether it was spilled from a wound or spread through the radiation effect of the Blood Armor, had the effect of suppressing infectious agents.
[Maybe it has something to do with your imagery. Now, you only use blood-related magic, to the point where you are better suited to be called a blood wizard rather than a water wizard.]
[is it? This might be worth researching.]
After that, Otman and I had a ‘Wizard Talk’ for the first time in a long time.
The topic, of course, was about my body, blood, and blood magic.
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Whoosh!
“What are you two talking about for so long!”
Around sunset. I was talking about Otman and magic in my head for about two hours when Lucilla, who had been scolding me for a while downstairs, ran up to me and grabbed my arm.
“It’s bloody.”
“It’s a red dress, so it’s okay!”
Ugh. What kind of girl is this legendary girl from Teldrat?
[Well, let’s talk about the rest when we have more time.]
[yes. Thank you again for saving my life.]
[Be sure to say that to Aldrich later.]
Snap!
After finishing the message with Ottoman, he turned to Lucilla, who was whining, to pull my arm, which was heavier than her body. It was after sufficiently confirming that there were no priests or listening ears around.
“what. “Is there any problem?”
“yes! That priest… even if you die, he insists that the professor’s blood is his! According to the body trade treaty for people of different races or with special constitutions, if the original owner can be clearly identified even for a part of the body that is lost due to an unexpected accident or unintentional incident, the ownership is recognized as the original owner! Don’t stay here like this, go quickly and try to convince me! “He’s a high-ranking person in the church!”
Me indeed. After doing something, it seems like that merchant spirit came into play again. He remains the same even in this situation.
“Just give it to me. “There is nothing good about being looked down on by the church.”
“No! I’ve used up almost all of my spare money to rent a boat! “How can you just hand over such a large amount of money when you need to keep an eye out for even small amounts of money?”
“….ship? big money?”
I tried to brush it off by comforting him, but two words that I couldn’t ignore came out.
“What kind of boat is this all of a sudden? “This is the eastern part, so the sea is quite far away, right?”
“Oh my! They want me to help them with a church mission or something! From here, the road to Wuthering Heights takes two months, even if you take a carriage to prove your identity at each territory, entertain nobles, bandits, magicians, and monsters. “If you go, it will arrive in just a week!”
“It only takes a week?”
“Is there a big river?”
While I was shocked at the drastically reduced schedule, I seemed to be intrigued by the story about Otman being a river.
“yes! “It’ll take a week, with plenty of time to spare, but if you’re lucky, it might take less than four days!”
Ahhh. What did I say earlier? What kind of legendary girl is she?
Correct. This guy is an incredibly capable person who will raise the family up from the roots, no matter who takes them away.
I just recruited him and left him alone without doing much, and before I knew it, I had cut half of my schedule.
“So… what are you talking about big money? My blood is effective against infectious agents and has the merit of being part of a saint, so it may be worth a certain price. In fact, there is no big difference from holy oil, but it is said to be a product that will make a lot of money….”
“I can’t. “I wouldn’t have said that if those people weren’t there.”
Where Lucilla’s slender finger pointed, there were people carrying boxes full of drawers.
“Alchemist, alchemist! People who go around scavenging for grass, minerals, and dirt on the road to make things that don’t exist in the world! Right now, a ‘substance that was never before seen in the world’ has literally fallen right in front of their eyes! So, it’s clear that he must have had enough with his eyes rolling like that, but he came all the way to the temple and was lying there begging for more! Originally, there were only two alchemists in Siegfilund City, but as word had already spread, two alchemists who were wandering nearby came running here in a hurry. Professor, do you have any idea how valuable it is to them?”
“Uh… roughly?”
surely. I saw someone playing alchemist to make his own drugs, and he always went out to find rare materials.
When I listened to it carefully, it clearly had marketability. I am the only producer, and it has proven to have quite surprising effects. It’s a hot new material that may yet have other effects…
“How much do you think you can get? Just by looking at them, they look like beggars?”
Lucilla laughed as if she was dumbfounded by my question.
“The price? “These people extract gold from one sitting?”
Jump up!
At that moment, the scales on which the reputation and heavy purses within the church were placed were completely tilted to one side.
Having seen what happens when you give Lucilla enough money 10 seconds ago, you can’t hesitate at this opportunity.
‘But it would be a waste to attach a strange label like [blood-purchasing saint] to the image of a saint that we worked so hard to create.’
As I went over the pile of rubble piled up in the temple, I saw five bottles containing my blood that had been accumulating throughout the city, and the alchemists lying down on their seats in front of them.
“This is not how it works! “What are you doing in the Hall of Holy Light?”
“What country’s law is it that claims ownership of an object that suddenly fell from the sky, and was not even made by a religious sect? I don’t know! Give me two bottles! “Or I won’t go out!”
“Hey, if you come out like this, your name might end up in the church’s records! You can receive healing and blessings by visiting any religious temple….”
“under! The potion I made works better for healing, and I live by scavenging mushrooms, moss, and caves on the road, so I don’t have any chance of encountering light! Oh, give me two bottles! If you don’t give it to me, I won’t leave! “My stomach hurts right now, so I’m just sitting here….”
“oh.”
“ah? Why all of a sudden, hero?”
“No, I had a good idea.”
The professor said they were alchemists, so I imagined them as scholars, but when I saw their behavior like beggars and highwaymen, something came to mind.
If I did it well, I felt like I could gain both fame and profit.
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fantasy,
