Chapter 68

"Sir, they are..."

"Shut up! I didn’t ask you!"

The town pharmacist Riliang was interrupted by the harsh rebuke of the Portland Great Swordsman. The faint wood-elemental power in his hand was startled and instantly dissipated.

"Hurry up! Don’t dawdle!"

The Great Swordsman drew his longsword, acting with a sense of impunity. He waved his hand, ordering the town guards to search the entire prayer hall and gather everyone together.

The statue of the Light God inside the prayer hall continued to look down benevolently, as if the scene before him was nothing more than a farce.

Not only here, but in every corner of the town, the same thing was happening. The Portland swordsmen, under the guise of Mayor Lester, were leading the town guards in a massive search, trying to find any trace or hiding place of the Slan Dragon Knight.

"Sir, it’s fine!"

The young nun Meridor nodded at Lin默, not considering her own safety even now.

"Um!"

Lin默 responded gently and calmly, nodding in return.

"Light is everywhere..."

The young nun Meridor, as she had done countless times before, placed her hands together in a prayer gesture, lowered her eyelids, and began to pray softly. A faint glow appeared on her nun’s robe, though very weak, it was undoubtedly the power of light.

This was thanks to the gentle light-elemental power Lin默 had infused into her, allowing her to once again channel the great power of sacred light.

While reciting, Lin默 raised his right hand, and a light point the size of a fingertip floated above his palm. As the surrounding light-elemental energy converged, it grew larger, pure and flawless, the power of light.

A genuine second-tier holy light spell, "Light Redemption"!

The rich light-elemental environment and amplification effect in the prayer hall allowed Lin默 to cast a spell that was once extremely difficult for him. If he were elsewhere, casting two "Light Redemptions" within 24 hours would be the limit, and it would be impossible to successfully cast a third.

However, what was shocking was that his hand was covered in Barnett’s blood, like a blood-stained hand holding up the power of light, subtly hinting at some irony, fitting his true identity.

Redemption through blood? Or redemption through slaughter? Perhaps only the gods knew.

"Sir, there are only two people from our town in the back, no one else!"

After searching the prayer hall inside and out, the town guards reported with a fawning smile, having found nothing.

Lin默’s "Dragon General" tactical armor had been hidden in a secret place after he changed out of it. Moreover, these town guards were looking for people, not daring to risk angering the gods by searching every inch of the prayer hall. Otherwise, even if the Dragon Knight had hidden well, he would have been found.

The men of the "Tiger Tooth" team all wore mocking smiles. How dare these Portlanders question the prayer hall? Were they not afraid of the wrath of the Church?

A nun and a monk of the Church, both possessing light-elemental power, was nothing strange.

In fact, this was a common characteristic of Church members. It would be strange if a Church member suddenly had an attribute of another element.

"Strange, is he not here?"

The Portland Great Swordsman frowned, not believing that the town guards would cover for the Slan Knight without knowing.

A small town prayer hall having a monk and a nun was a very normal combination, and it also confirmed the information the Portlanders had just learned.

The young nun Meridor had never expected that her unintentional action would accidentally make these Portlanders mistake the Dragon Knight Morin for the original owner of the prayer hall, Brother Sil.

The fully formed "Light Redemption" slowly rose, drew an arc, and disappeared on the injured person still undergoing surgery. Lin默 turned to continue the surgery he had not finished.

"You, young man!"

The Portland Sword God Glen walked over, seemingly suspicious, and continued, "Black-haired, black-eyed boy, you don’t seem like a Church monk to me."

"Darkness gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek light!"

To everyone’s surprise, Lin默 casually quoted a poem by Gu Cheng, not even looking at the Portland Sword God, and returned to the injured person’s side.

He picked up the needle and thread again and began to sew with incredible dexterity. Although there were no proper surgical instruments or medicines, the miraculous light spells made up for much.

"Darkness gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek light!"

The young nun Meridor’s eyes lit up, her crystal-clear pupils widening as she stared intently at Lin默, who was focused on the battlefield emergency surgery.

With powerful battle aura, the ability to cast a second-tier holy spell, and such miraculous pharmacist skills (medicine?), and most importantly, a compassionate heart willing to help strangers, how could such a person not be a Holy Knight of the Church?

She must have heard wrong; it must be the Holy Knight!

Meridor’s thoughts wandered, completely immersed in her own musings.

Poet? Even the Sword God Glen could hear the wonderful nuance in the words, a perfect response to his questioning.

"Hmph! Putting on airs!"

Glen observed the Dragon Knight’s skilled sewing for a while but found nothing suspicious.

Church members were naturally skilled in healing, so having a few miraculous skills was not strange.

Although he suspected that this young monk might be the Slan Dragon Knight in disguise, Glen quickly dismissed the idea. Both the young nun and others reacted as if the monk belonged here.

The Portland Sword God and his subordinates, unaware of the "light under the lamp" effect, made the same mistake of overlooking their target.

Glen snorted and was about to turn and leave when he heard a shrill howl from outside.

"Dragon!~~ Giant Dragon!~~"

The people in the prayer hall looked at each other, especially the men of the "Tiger Tooth" team, whose faces turned pale.

The terrifying gold dragon, so unexpectedly vengeful, had actually followed them to this town. Would they be doomed this time?

"Roar~~"

As if confirming their thoughts, a deafening roar echoed throughout the town.

The civilians, already herded into their houses by the town guards, screamed in terror, even more afraid to come out.

The entire town fell into extreme panic.

"Damn, a dragon? Could it be that guy’s dragon?"

Glen’s face turned extremely ugly. A Dragon Knight without a dragon was no threat, but with a dragon, the tables would turn, and he would be the one running for his life.

"Sir! What do we do?"

The Portland Great Swordsman, who had been acting tough, now looked panicked, knowing that their group was no match for a Dragon Knight and a dragon. The best outcome would be to leave their bodies intact.

Moreover, they had heard that the Slan Dragon Knight’s dragon partner was a cruel and violent gold dragon, even more terrifying than other elemental dragons.

The fierce and powerful roar was likely from a gold dragon.

"Stay calm! It’s just a gold dragon, let’s retreat!"

Mouthing calmness, the Portland Sword God made a wise choice without hesitation, to leave as far away as possible.

Damn Dragon Knight!

Glen, with the Great Swordsman and his subordinates, rushed out of the prayer hall without caring about the disoriented town guards, heading in an unknown direction.

"Ah!"

Not long after, a huge shadow quickly swept over the town, followed by a惨叫 and a heavy thud, as if something heavy had crashed into the town.

Most people in the prayer hall recognized the惨叫 as that of the Portland Great Swordsman.

They hadn’t expected him to die so quickly.

The "Tiger Tooth" team shivered collectively, none daring to leave the prayer hall to face the terrifying gold dragon, even though it was severely injured.

At that moment, Lin默’s wrist twitched, and the cotton thread, boiled in water and alcohol, snapped. The injured person, like a patched doll, began to regain some form.

"Dragon? A gold dragon?"

Lin默, who had been focused, finally looked up, puzzled, as if a gold dragon had just descended on the town.

"Miracle, truly a miracle!"

The town pharmacist Riliang, ignoring the commotion outside, stared intently at the Dragon Knight’s treatment of the terrible wounds. The cotton thread, like sewing clothes, forcibly pulled the wound closed, using light healing spells to mend the blood vessels, and then filled the wound with medicine.

He didn’t think about the terrifying risk of postoperative infection. After such simple and crude treatment, the patient would have to rely on their own resistance to survive the dangerous period.

The pharmacist’s world was now only the miraculous healing technique, oblivious to the continuous惨叫 outside, where the terrifying gold dragon was wreaking havoc.

"I’ll go check!"

Washing his hands in a basin, Lin默 rushed out impatiently, wondering if it was the gluttonous Gold.

Was it released by the Sky Dragon City, or did it sneak back on its own?

This guy’s trouble-making skills were no less than its appetite, a typical troublemaker.

"Don’t go out!"

"Come back! It’s dangerous!"

Thinking the monk was going to help the injured, the "Tiger Tooth" team shouted, but it was too late, as his figure had already disappeared through the door.