Chapter 43: Ghost Ship

Silas sat on the throne, looking down at the two, nodding slightly but not saying much.

His divine vision assessed their current condition.

"It's much as I imagined. The souls of the two were summoned here through their dreams. However, within these souls, the same nodules as on their physical bodies still exist. This means that these nodules are not purely physical entities but are rooted in the soul, growing there. Only after completely fusing with their souls do they begin to grow physical structures on the body."

He squeezed the spear in his hand. This spear possessed the power to break mystical rules. But as Silas saw it now, this spear couldn't help the two, because the nodules had already fused with their souls. Destroying the nodules would mean the two would also die.

"If this doesn't work, then I'll try with the Storm Hunt Imprints."

With this thought, Silas, after a minute of silence, spoke: "My servants, I am aware of your devotion."

The two were overjoyed in their hearts but said nothing.

"Your devotion, your loyalty, will be rewarded with a boon."

With that, Silas waved his hand and selected two from the Shadowed Vale Mist Hunt Imprints.

Once assigned, the two imprints immediately enlarged, forming a magic circle that rose from the ground and enveloped the two.

"I shall bestow upon you great knowledge and powerful strength. This power will allow you to integrate into normal life, enable you to control your own power more steadily, and even grant you a new form."

Hearing this, the two were greatly astonished, then said with immense trepidation, "Your servants are terrified. Your boon is too vast, we…"

"To give it to you means you possess such qualifications," Silas said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the two souls trembled, and with voices full of gratitude and adoration, they declared loudly, "We, your servants, will surely spread the glory of our Lord and will never fail to live up to our Lord's boon!"

Silas nodded slightly and continued, "My apostle, Silas Sotos, is preparing to establish a church to spread my brilliance. He will act on my behalf in all worldly matters. After you two have mastered your power, you must assist him with all your might."

"Yes! We, your servants, will definitely do our utmost to assist Lord Apostle," the two said, their excitement indescribable, their determination expressed in simple, earnest words.

Silas sighed in relief internally.

"I currently have almost no substantial combat power. If these two Demonesses can use the Storm Hunt Imprints to become normal people, it would be a huge improvement to my safety."

With that thought, Silas's act of divine posturing came to an end.

"Descend!" With a wave of his hand, the two once again felt themselves enveloped by the cerulean spiritual energy.

Whoosh!

The next second, the two of them woke up simultaneously, looking at each other.

After confirming each other's thoughts, they suddenly felt an intense coldness in their bodies, and at the same time, an indescribably severe pain began in their chests.

The bone-chilling cold and pain made the two clench their teeth. They simultaneously pulled aside the tattered sweaters on their chests and looked down at their own rounded, firm breasts.

At this moment, both saw an icy blue, circular imprint appear in the middle area above their breasts, below the collarbone.

This imprint was a spirit wolf composed of frost, exactly the same as the imprint seen in the dream.

Aaaah!

After the imprint appeared, countless strange thoughts flooded into their minds. The two let out a scream and fainted.

…

The next morning, Silas woke up early to groom himself.

He had to start work again today. As a Priest and a detective, he couldn't give a bad impression, at least in appearance.

Putting on his somewhat worn hat, Silas clutched his cane and said in a low voice, "When I have money, I must get a new set of clothes."

After patting Lupo, he walked out of the house. Today was a bright, sunny day. Seeing such weather made one feel much refreshed.

"I still don't know how Helles and Bernice are doing. But I don't have time to check on them now. I hope they can withstand the effects of the Storm Hunt Imprint!"

The situation with the Demonesses was unclear, and Silas didn't intend to rely excessively on others.

"Others are ultimately external. They can't always be by my side to be used at any time. Self-improvement is the most reliable. During this upcoming stable period, I must strive with all my might, even if it means paying some price, to become an official clergyman of the Church. Only then will I have sufficient means of self-protection."

Last night's attack had been a huge shock to Silas.

"Fortunately, the one who attacked me last night was a mentally unstable Zealot apprentice, currently only capable of some close-quarters brawling, which happened to be countered by the transformed state of my cane. If it had been those with mental attacks, or meticulous assassins, swordsmen, or similar professions, then I would have been completely done for."

Thinking of this, Silas slowly tightened his grip on his cane, a resolute look flashing in his eyes: "The main goal now is to become stronger at all costs!"

Ten minutes later, Silas arrived at the police station.

Just as he walked into the police hall, before he could even sit down, he saw Jack rushing towards him. "There's a case!"

Silas's spirits lifted. "What case?"

"The docks, something big happened at West Mountain Docks. The Chief said to go over there directly as soon as you arrived. The situation is very urgent," Jack said, his face looking extremely grim.

Silas immediately sensed something was wrong and turned around. "Let's go! Tell me on the way."

Since this place was some distance from West Mountain Docks, Jack took Silas to the police station's backyard to request a carriage. Then, they rushed to the docks.

"What exactly happened?" Silas asked with a grave expression, sitting in the carriage.

Jack said in a low voice, "According to the Night Watchers' discovery at dawn, a ghost ship appeared at West Mountain Docks."

"Ghost ship?" Silas didn't think this was some kind of "Approaching Science"-style prank; in this twisted world, anything was possible.

Jack swallowed. "I heard the ship is full of dead people, at least fifty of them. Because the resentment was too heavy, something that shouldn't have appeared did. After the Night Watchers brought the situation under control, Master Jeros rushed over at six in the morning."

"Fifty people!?" Silas's eyes widened. This was no small number.

Jack clenched his fists. "And according to the telegram Roland just sent back, these people seem to have died only two or three days ago. The bloodstains on the ship haven't completely dried yet."

While Silas was in shock, Jack, his rugged face showing a hint of caution, added, "You'd better be mentally prepared. According to Roland's telegram, even she couldn't help but vomit for a while before she could adapt."

Silas rubbed his stomach. "It's alright. It's not like I can't eat after throwing up."

Jack patted Silas's shoulder upon hearing this. "I like your attitude."