Chapter 55: Silas's Bold Idea

After strolling around the park for a while, Silas became increasingly proficient in controlling his body. He could even walk like a normal person without his cane.

"You've truly had a blessing in disguise. The effect of griffin blood on enhancing the human body is very significant. Even just a drop can greatly strengthen a person's body. After all, legend has it that griffins are a branch of dragon descendants," Father Hank sighed, looking at Silas's agile body.

Silas, while moving his body and clenching his fists, smiled. "I am truly grateful to Bishop Ron and Master Jeros."

"Father Hank!" At that moment, a friar in a black robe hurried over from the fork in the road leading to the main cathedral.

Father Hank turned his head and asked, "What is it?"

"A priest was injured in a fight with bandits. His artery was severed, and his internal organs were also injured. He needs your help," the friar panted, speaking urgently.

Father Hank nodded quickly and turned. "Sorry, I can't continue chatting with you."

Silas indicated he didn't mind and asked, "By the way, I haven't finished reading that book yet. Can I take it back with me to continue reading?"

"Of course, you can. It's a gift for you," Father Hank said, then turned to the friar. "Later, take Priest Sotos back to his ward, and then guide him out of here."

With that, he turned and left quickly.

"Priest Sotos, please!" the friar said very politely.

"Thank you!"

Afterward, led by the friar, Silas, now with agile legs, returned to his ward, packed his belongings, took the book The Evening Bell of the Shadowed Vale, and followed the winding stone path. After passing through fifteen stone archways, four parks, and seven small chapels, he finally arrived before the main entrance of the great Church of Holy Blood, seeing the wide, bustling plaza ahead.

After thanking the friar again for guiding him, Silas tugged at his overcoat, clutched the book in his hand, took his cane, and strode out of the entrance.

"Why do I feel as if a lifetime has passed?" Silas looked around, feeling both familiar and somewhat estranged.

Silas didn't linger here but walked directly along Tulip Street towards home.

Ada should not be home at this time, but he missed Lupo a bit.

Returning home along the snow-covered street, the house was still as familiar and warm as before, unchanged from three days ago.

In the living room, a simple pallet bed had been made from an old overcoat and old cotton. Lupo was currently lying on it, bored, its head resting on the raised edge, its mouth agape, dozing.

Hearing someone walk in, the Husky suddenly opened its eyes, flipped over and jumped off its little bed. Its pair of lively blue eyes instantly locked onto Silas, who was standing at the doorway.

Awooooo!

With an excited howl, the Husky's usually drooping tail instantly perked up, and it bounded towards Silas.

Silas also happily squatted down, opened his arms, and hugged his lively companion.

Hah! Hah! Hah!

Mouth open, the Husky panted while sticking out its pink tongue and giving Silas's face a frantic licking, just like when they first met in the wilderness on that winter night.

Seeing the Husky's happy expression now, and then thinking of its lonely look just moments before, Silas suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

"I really have been neglecting you by keeping you at home all this time!" Silas said, stroking its ears.

"Hmm? Could I take it to work with me? Although Huskies aren't suitable as police dogs, this fellow is no ordinary creature. It should be able to provide considerable help at critical moments."

At this thought, Silas's mind immediately became active.

"Yes, it's possible. We have a mutual understanding. It won't run around and cause trouble. And it seems to be able to distinguish between goodwill and malice, and can even understand human speech."

Thinking of this, Silas's eyes sparkled. "Action speaks louder than words. I'll take you to the police station today and give it a try!"

The police station's management wasn't strict, quite humane. They often took in small animals, and other police officers occasionally brought their pets to liven up the atmosphere.

Of course, the premise was that it wouldn't disturb others.

Thinking of this, Silas returned to his room, changed out of his current clothes, and put on another set of clean formal attire.

Putting on another brand-new church robe, Silas took his cane and went out with the Husky.

The Husky was very happy about being able to go out for a walk. It ran out, full of life and energy. When going down the steps, it nearly slipped and rolled down.

While locking the door, Silas thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and left a note, telling Ada he had taken the Husky out, to prevent her from worrying if she returned early.

Frolicking down the street, the Husky's goofy expression was incredibly comical at this moment.

Passersby, upon seeing such a large dog, didn't feel fear at first, but rather, amusement.

Because this dog looked truly silly.

Silas didn't mind, walking slowly behind, his expression calm and content.

"Excuse me, sir. Is this dog yours?" At that moment, a young man of about thirty-five, dressed in a well-tailored tailcoat, a plush overcoat on top, and holding a gold-inlaid sandalwood cane, asked tentatively.

Silas smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's mine. Has my pet disturbed your beautiful morning?"

The young man smiled and waved his hand. "No, please don't misunderstand. Your dog is truly full of spirit and joy. It has brightened my somewhat gloomy mood considerably."

Silas smiled even more brightly upon hearing this. "If that's truly the case, then it is Lupo's honor."

The young man also smiled and continued to ask, "Excuse me, sir, is this pet of yours for sale? I am willing to pay a price that will satisfy you."

At this moment, the Husky noticed its master had stopped and quickly turned back, squatting beside Silas.

Silas patted its head. "I'm truly sorry, sir. Lupo holds a very special meaning for me and is not for sale."

"I can offer 20 Crowns!" the young man said earnestly.

Silas smiled and shook his head, bowing slightly as he prepared to leave.

"40! 40! Crowns!" the young man continued to raise the price, his expression serious.

If it had been anything else, Silas might have been tempted long ago. However, when it came to the Husky, he felt no inclination whatsoever.

Silas said no more, sidestepped, and continued forward with the Husky.

The young man became anxious, took a step forward, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Silas stopped and retorted, "Some things are destined not to be sold. Just like if I wanted your life, would you sell it?"

The young man clutched his cane and said no more.

"May you have a beautiful day," Silas said, then left directly with the Husky.