Chapter 51: Sound Waves

When Silas woke up from his dream, he found that his body felt much more comfortable.

Although the previous pain still lingered, it had lessened considerably.

Most notably, the blisters and ulcers in his oral cavity had mostly healed, and he had regained a large part of the control over his body.

His eyes wide open, he looked at the bed curtains beside his sickbed. At this moment, he felt his surroundings were so clear and distinct, as if a nearsighted person had put on a pair of glasses.

Just as Silas was preparing to observe his surroundings, he suddenly discovered a problem.

Because at this very moment, he suddenly realized his Spirit Vision had increased by a full five points!!

Yes, from ten points directly to fifteen.

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?" Seeing this, a shiver, even a faint sense of dread, instantly ran through Silas's heart.

Because seeing, hearing, or knowing things one shouldn't, while one's Spirit Vision soared, the probability of going mad was very high.

The most typical example was the previously corrupted patrol officer, Louis. He had gone completely mad because his Spirit Vision had increased by about twelve points in a single instance, with no possibility of recovery.

"What exactly did I see? How could it suddenly increase by five points!?" Silas's mind began to race, pondering the problem.

"Could it be that Giant Resentful Spirit? No, I didn't see its form, and when the resentful spirit died, my Spirit Vision didn't increase at that time. Then what was it? Even the monster with the strongest combat power in Sequence Three only made the priests' Spirit Vision increase by two points. What exactly did I see that made my Spirit Vision increase by five points!?"

For a moment, Silas's initial joy from his recovery turned into anxiety.

"Could it be that red shadow in the dream? That's not very likely either. That was something within my consciousness. What could there be in my consciousness that could make my Spirit Vision soar by five points!?"

"Fortunately, this increase in Spirit Vision happened while I was asleep, so the burden on my willpower isn't too heavy."

"So, what exactly did I see!?"

After pondering for a while, Silas felt a stabbing pain start in his head again. He quickly used the Mantra of Serenity to soothe his anxious spirit, thinking to himself, "I can't figure this out just by thinking. I'll study it carefully after I recover."

Dong… Dong…

A somewhat muffled bell toll came from outside the building. Hearing this deep, resonant bell, Silas's spirit inexplicably felt somewhat soothed.

"Hearing this deep, resonant bell feels like listening to soothing music. Are my preferences a bit strange?" Silas thought.

Pat… Pat…

At this moment, extremely faint footsteps were heard, followed by faint, even breathing.

Hearing these sounds, Silas suddenly felt some subtle ripples appear before his eyes.

These ripples came from different directions, some large, some small, some thin, some thick, all in various forms.

"Are these sound waves!?" Silas circulated the Spiritual Energy in his mind.

Then, these ripples were received simultaneously by Silas's eyes and ears.

"About twenty meters away from me, with a door in between. The material of the door should be high-density, compacted solid wood," many pieces of information were instantly analyzed in Silas's mind.

The door of the ward opened silently. Silas turned his head and, through the bed curtains, vaguely saw a male figure dressed in white walking towards him.

"Judging by the sound of the breathing, it's Father Hank," Silas analyzed.

Upon further thought, Silas realized that his ability to master knowledge related to sound seemed to have been somewhat enhanced.

"On one hand, the improvement in Spirit Vision allows me to see new things. On the other hand, it should be the improvement in physical fitness. My ears and eyes are much more useful now than before."

While he was thinking, the bed curtains were gently parted. Father Hank's kind face appeared. Seeing Silas's current state, he said with a satisfied expression, "You look as if you've been reborn."

Silas lifted his arm and squeezed his palm. "Yes, I feel very strong now. Thank you, Father."

Father Hank sat down and said, "This is my duty; you don't need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Bishop Ron for his generosity and Master Jeros for valuing you."

Silas smiled. "But you are the one who took care of me after all!"

Father Hank looked at Silas, who was smiling very affably, and grinned. "Those who are grateful will always be favored by luck."

Saying this, Father Hank bent down, took out the case he had brought, and from it, took out a bottle filled with a milky white substance, hanging it beside him, preparing to continue Silas's intravenous infusion.

"What kind of blood is it this time?" Silas asked curiously.

Father Hank, while skillfully operating, said, "It's black bear blood mixed with stag blood. They can replenish your body with sufficient energy. Although your mouth has recovered, the tissues in your esophagus and stomach, burned by the potion, haven't completely healed, so you can't eat. This bottle of blood can supplement you with enough energy for about two days of activity. By then, your wounds should have mostly recovered."

Silas watched the thick needle pierce the vein in the crook of his arm and sighed, "Blood therapy, truly miraculous."

Father Hank secured the needle with gauze. "Yes, every time I perform blood therapy to heal someone, I am constantly amazed. Such outstanding ideas and concepts, are they truly achievable by the human mind?"

Silas didn't respond to this. It was better not to delve too deeply into such matters.

After the infusion was set up, Father Hank packed up his things and asked, "Since you're not sleeping, sitting here will surely be very boring. Do you need a book?"

Silas said with a grateful expression, "If you could bring me a book, I would be sincerely grateful."

"Haha!" Father Hank smiled, turned, bent down, and fumbled around. "There aren't many books in the hospital. This was left by the previous patient. Just make do with it."

Silas naturally had no right to be picky. He took the somewhat thick, black-covered tome and looked at it.

"The Evening Bell of the Shadowed Vale?" Silas was stunned upon seeing the title.

Father Hank smiled. "A strange name, isn't it? This book seems to be about a legendary assassin from a long time ago, something like a biography. However, it describes many things that are too illusory and unreliable, and it even faced suppression and burning by the Assassin's League. Just treat it as a fantasy novel."

"This world itself is practically a fantasy novel," Silas complained inwardly, then asked, "Why didn't its owner take it away?"

Father Hank fell silent for a moment, a hint of hesitation and contemplation flashing across his face. Then he said, "Since you're one of us now, I won't hide it. Its owner was once a Night Watcher, with the profession of Death Rhapsodist. It's just that he listened to too many voices of the dead and went mad."

Silas's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

Father Hank looked at Silas seriously. "I heard you can also hear those voices. I'm giving you this book as a reminder. I originally planned to tell you after you recovered, but since you asked, there's no need to hide it anymore."

Silas touched the cover of the book and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Father."

"I haven't stepped into the mystical, but I know the despair within. I hope you can maintain your true self and not lose your way," Father Hank said earnestly.