??71: Chapter 28: The Missing Squad_1
71: Chapter 28: The Missing Squad_1
What a ss…
Motan sat on the ground bewildered for a mont, the new attributes and talents added to his character panel were clear evidence that everything he experienced was not a hallucination or a daydream.
Yet, the Dawn Goddess seed truly interested in rely having a chat with an ‘exotic person’.
The conversation held no significance and was quite abrupt…
He decided to ponder it later when he had more ti.
Perhaps his alternate personalities would find these matters more interesting than he did.
For now, it was best to let it go and live life freely, why bother?
The elderly priest, who had been observing Motan, quickly approached him, expressing concern.
“Are you alright?
If I saw correctly…were you blessed by the goddess?”
Motan was montarily baffled, yet he quickly recalled the substantial Holy Light that enveloped him when he regained consciousness.
Judging from the priest’s excited reaction, this was not an ordinary occurrence but a special blessing…
Well, it seems like the Dawn Goddess does favor him.
“I’m not sure if that can be considered as a blessing,” Motan replied while contemplating inwardly.
“I think I heard the voice of the Goddess, which made
feel better, like I’ve been rejuvenated.”
Describing the feeling of his intelligence and constitution being increased by three points as a sense of being rejuvenated should be acceptable, right?
As expected, the priest beca excited.
He quickly pulled Motan into the prayer room behind the church and asked, his mustache trembling, “What did the Goddess say to you?”
Was he so excited that he slipped into dialect…?
For so reason, Motan was reminded of a dog that even barked with an accent~
Such a significant difference!
“Uh…what did the Goddess say to ?” Motan blushed mysteriously, and then scratched his head uncomfortably.
“It’s a bit challenging to put into words.”
Boom!
The old priest didn’t say a word, he simply knelt on a nearby cushion facing the statue that was always bathed in a misty Holy Light.
He trembled as he perford a three-bow nine-kowtow ritual, muttering, “Oh Goddess, forgive !” “I didn’t do it on purpose!” “I wasn’t thinking anything!” “Please don’t hit
with Divine Punishnt, Goddess!” “My faith is pure!”
Motan was puzzled, then shock hit him: “…!!!”
He suddenly found the old man kind of cute.
It took a while for the priest to recover.
He stood up, pale-faced, glanced at the ceiling to confirm that there was no sign of divine retribution, then turned to Motan with a pained expression, “Son, think before you speak…”
[It’s your fault for daydreaming strange things!
You’re blaming !?]
Although Motan had these thoughts, he didn’t voice them.
He rely nodded solemnly and shrugged, “The Goddess thinks I’m weak.
With my current level of skill, I would embarrass her while travelling the land.”
Here cos the main point!
In certain sense, Motan was speaking the truth.
The Dawn Goddess did indeed express her wish for him to strengthen his mind and body, which ant she wanted him to beco stronger.
And why was that necessary?
Because Motan was not yet strong enough, which ant he was weak!
So, there’s nothing wrong with his words!
Like most people, Motan occasionally has a dark sense of humor.
He would try to figure out a way to gain so benefits for himself…
“Too weak?” The old priest blinked a few tis, looking troubled.
“As followers of the Goddess, isn’t our main duty to be steadfast and devout, while lending a hand to those who suffer or are lost?
As for power, it’s sothing one usually comprehends gradually…
Umm…”
Motan shrugged, “I do not know what the Goddess thinks.”
“Hmm…
Hmm…” The old priest nodded a few tis, “The divine will is not sothing that we mortals can guess casually.
Let
ponder on this.”
He stood there thinking for a while, then walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the prayer room.
He carefully took out a manuscript and handed it to Motan with great reverence.
“This was left by my godfather.” The old priest smiled, “He was a powerful Regulation Priest in his youth.
This manuscript records so of his insights into faith and divine arts.
I don’t have much talent in this area, so it’s better that you keep it.
This could also be the goddess’s will…”
Here it cos!
This was the right direction: an old man with a white beard handing over a unique skill in an unforeseen coincidence.
The seemingly ordinary martial plants hidden therein could potentially slaughter gods and demons, just like the powerful close-range skill triggered at max level, the Spirit Bomb.
It was similar to the Dugu Nine Swords which broke all worldly martial arts.
At this very mont, Motan’s heart was pounding, his hands were trembling, he felt as though he had taken a dose of fertilizer!
The old man with a white beard!
A ti-worn ancient manuscript!
The old man’s godfather who could be a hermit from the outside world!
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