"Is there something wrong with the bishop's oracle?" muttered Syrent, carrying a kerosene lamp, wrapping his vicarage robe a little tighter. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he had been "searching" for hours on the edge of the forest north of the town, but had not found the "lost" guest prophesied by Bishop Flren.

Wandering around the edge of the Monster Forest for hours on a snowstorm night is no pleasant experience. Fortunately, the sudden blizzard made the demonic beasts that sometimes haunt here disappear, otherwise...... With this in mind, Septant began to calculate how long it would take to get back to town from here.

The result of the calculation frustrated Serent, if a monster appeared at this time, even a first-level snow wolf would be enough to tear him to shreds before he could escape back into town.

The next time he comes out, he must bring a distress prop, and Celent begins to miss the "flare", a gadget Vincent taught him to make. As long as this gadget inputs a little divine power, it will fly into the air, emitting a dazzling white light, sending a signal to the distance. I left in a hurry this time, and I didn't put the "Holy Light Bullet" on my body, in fact, the main reason is probably that I don't want the bishop to discover the little secret between them.

"Could it be that the bishop's oracle technique is too vague this time? shouldn't you look deeper into the forest, maybe this kind of weather monsters are resting in their warm nests?"

With a trembling heart, Celent explored a few hundred meters deeper into the forest, a depth of the forest that he had never reached alone. As a trainee priest, Celent is almost ineffective here.

Although there are also many powerful attack spells among the holy spells. But none of them require the caster to have a powerful divine power. This is something that cannot be done overnight for a probationary pastor.

As we all know, the accumulation of divine power requires pious faith and prayer to grow. The former he asked himself not to lose to anyone, but the latter was not something that the young Sellent could achieve in a short period of time.

I don't know when I'll be able to reach the strength of Uncle Vincent. Celent had seen Vincent tear apart a mad bear with his bare hands, and he was deeply impressed by the shocking scene. The warm fur shoulders that now line his priest's robe were made from a small part of the skin of the demon bear, the trophy of the time.

Silent was thinking wildly when he suddenly noticed a milky white halo flashing from time to time at the foot of a huge cedar. Silent rubbed his eyes and finally breathed a sigh of relief after making sure it wasn't a reflection from the snow. He could see clearly that the milky glow was coming from the hands of a man who was half buried in the snow.

Running two steps to the man, Celent brushed the snow off the man, only to find that it was a boy about his age. The poor boy was dressed only in an unfashionably thin linen robe, and his body was already frozen and stiff. The young man's freckled face was covered with a thin layer of ice and snow, and looking at the purple face, I am afraid that the young man's situation is not optimistic.

Celent noticed that the young man's hand was tightly clutching a quaint note that gave people a mysterious and heavy feeling, the cover of the note was decorated with exquisite gold patterns, even in such ice and snow, the note was not wet by the snow, and the milky white halo he had just seen came from this note.

Curiously, Celent touched it with his hand, and found that the note kept emitting bursts of warmth, and it seemed that it was this magical note that gave the boy a glimmer of life.

"What a good thing!" said Celant, admiring, as he poked his hand in front of the boy's nose, and noticed that the boy still had a faint breath.

Thankfully, the discovery was timely. Silent secretly rejoiced.

"How's the matter, sir? Wake up. Silent shouted as he shook the boy in front of him who had been cut out of the snow.

To Serent's embarrassment, he didn't seem to have a good grasp of the strength, and as his shaking boy's hand hung limply, the notes he was clutching fell to the ground, and the last shred of the boy's life was also shaken.

Celent was dumbfounded, he remembered that Vincent had taught him first aid for frozen patients, he should first use blood recovery to keep their blood flowing, so that they would not die quickly because the blood was frozen, and then he should use the warm sun technique to let the patient gradually get rid of the threat of cold, but he didn't even think about it just now!

All of this very practical first aid knowledge was left behind by him. Celent was about to cry, and Bishop Flon asked him to save people, only to have those who needed to be rescued die in front of his eyes because of his mistakes.

What to do, what to do? Celent suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and remembered the "Soul Restoration Spell" that he had just discovered not long ago, and it was very clear on the parchment scroll that this spell was only suitable for cases that had just died and the soul had not been taken away by the Immortal.

It seems to be exactly the right fit at the moment, and although I don't know if it works, I have to give it a try. Already completely flustered, Celent had no idea what the consequences would be of doing so.

But this is contrary to the doctrine. The thought only flashed through Selent's mind before he left it behind. The more he learned about the doctrine, the more he realized that there were many contradictions in the doctrine. For example, the first priority of the Holy See is to do everything in its power to help those in need.

As far as Sylrent's abilities are concerned, the only way for the current situation to meet this doctrine is to use the Soul Resurrection Charm to save the boy, which is precisely contrary to the soul part of the teachings, which is the contradiction in the teachings, and where Celent often feels confused. It is a pity that Bishop Flon only focused on getting him to memorize the texts by rote, but did not explain them to him.

It's still important to save people. Thinking of this, Celent hurriedly pulled out the sheepskin scroll from his bosom. Perhaps under the subtle influence of Bishop Furren, saving people in Selent's heart is far more important than obeying the doctrine. Thankfully, the scroll had been brought out just now, and Celent felt a little thankful that it gave him a chance to make up for his mistake.

Celent first performed a blood recovery spell on the young man's corpse to keep his corpse from being too stiff. Then he unfolded the scroll and began to follow the illustration on the sheepskin scroll, laying the boy's body flat, placing the boy's hands crossed on his chest, and the beautiful note was placed between the boy's hands.

"The best part is that this spell doesn't indicate the level of energy needed, which means anyone can use it. Carefully reviewing the text and illustrations on the parchment scroll to make sure he had made no mistake, Celent said to himself.

Placing his hand on the boy's forehead, Celent recited from the words on the parchment scroll: "O great Lord of Light, give me the power to regain my soul, and I will give this power in exchange for the 'lost' soul, O God of Souls." ”

The first time he used a pagan spell, Serent's voice trembled a little. After the incantation was recited, Celent keenly felt a strange wave of energy spread out with his incantation.