## Chapter 234: Priest, A Great Profession!

## Chapter 234: Priest, A Great Profession!

"Alright, there shouldn't be any problems now."

Inside a simple wooden shed, I gently held the Priest's Book radiating golden light in my left hand, while my right hand hovered over a large man lying flat on the wooden Bed. The pure white light emanating from my palm enveloped the entire wooden shed in a sacred aura. As the light gradually dimmed, the middle-aged man opened his eyes. After twisting his body in disbelief a few times, he suddenly sat up abruptly, an expression of ecstatic joy on his face.

"This is great! I can finally use my strength again! Thank you so much, Priest Lord!"

The middle-aged man sat on the Bed, his eyes red-rimmed, bowing to me repeatedly. His Wife and ten-year-old child beside him also wiped their eyes, full of pleasant surprise, and couldn't help but rush forward to embrace each other as a family. For this ordinary Civilian family, the Man's status and role were simply too important. His recovery meant that this already impoverished family once again had a pillar of support.

"Everything is God's will."

I revealed a calm smile, but inwardly I was slandering. What God's will? God wouldn't care about your lives or deaths. Although I felt disgusted by such utterly hypocritical phrasing, if I spoke the truth, the Villagers would surely cast me out as a blasphemer, and that would be a huge loss of face.

Turning my head, the outside of the small wooden shed was tightly surrounded by Villagers, three layers deep. Outside the door, at the windows, and even through the Crevices between the wooden boards, pairs of curious eyes were looking at me through these openings.

"Grandma, is there anything else I can do for you?" I turned my head and asked an old woman beside me, who was leaning on a staff and had a head full of silver hair. She was the Village Chief of this Small Village.

"Thanks to Priest Lord, all the sick people in the Village have been cured. We truly don't know how to thank you enough."

The old Village Chief leaned on her staff with one hand, and with the other, she tremblingly held a rough porcelain bowl filled with clear water, offering it to me.

"This is all God's power. God's will." I smiled lightly, accepted the Village Chief Grandma's kindness, and once again, feeling repulsed, uttered the Priest's motto.

Being a Priest is now my other identity, and also one of the Three Heroes of Lut Gholein that makes me smile wryly. Ever since I reached Level 24 and picked up the Gold Tier Priest's Book I cleverly obtained from Elzix, I have often played the role of a Priest. Using the Healing Skill attached to the Priest's Book, I travel between the various Villages in the Western Kingdom with two different identities, pursuing the Fallen on one hand and treating Civilians on the other, all to maintain balance between slaughter and redemption and prevent my inner heart from becoming overly cruel and bloodthirsty.

Priests are indeed Masters of this line of work. When I first equipped the Priest's Book, I noticed that my aura seemed a bit different. I don't know how to describe this feeling; it felt like suddenly changing into a trendy, unconventional outfit after being used to casual wear. As Little Ghost put it: "Xiao Fan, your current aura doesn't suit you at all. It's become sticky and disgusting."

I looked in the mirror for a long time before suddenly realizing that I had gained a holy aura on my person. No wonder Little Ghost said it didn't suit me at all. Even I felt awkward looking at it... Hey, wait, does that mean I didn't look like a good person before?

After much research, I discovered that this sacred aura was bestowed by the Passive Skill attached to the Priest's Book—Divine. If Level 2 Divine had such an effect, what about Level 3? Wouldn't I look like a golden Buddha? I estimate that even I, a modern person, would involuntarily adore it. No wonder The Church could fool all the Civilians into a daze in the past.

Although the Priest's Book only came with one Healing Skill, I am still far from being a professional Priest. However, it is sufficient for treating Civilians. The wounds of weak Civilians (compared to Adventurers) are limited, no matter how severe. So, whether it's poison, wounds, or disease, casting the Healing Skill is like a jack-of-all-trades medicine that cures everything. In fact, you could also say the opposite: those who couldn't be cured by Healing Skills had long since passed away...

"Lord! Lord!"

After the surrounding crowd awkwardly dispersed, I had just settled down when I was immediately surrounded by a group of Little Fellows. Although they were also Classed Adventurers, Priests are generally known to the public through legend as gentle, polite, and kind-hearted figures. Therefore, these children did not fear me as they feared other Classed Adventurers.

"Lord, can I touch you?"

A Little Boy of four or five years old, with two streaks of snot still hanging from his nose, asked with a face full of yearning. Before I could answer, his chubby little hand had already reached out.

Could I refuse such a pure request? Could I dodge his hand? I thought with a wry smile. However, before I could respond, this cute and pitiful snot-nosed Little Boy was dragged into the Room/House by his parents, who were bowing and apologizing repeatedly. Then, faint crying could be heard. Amen, this wasn't my fault.

"Lord, I also want to treat people and save lives like you, but my goal is to become a Paladin. I heard Paladins also have Healing Skills, is that right?"

The one who spoke up was a boy of twelve or thirteen. Due to his age, his appearance was much steadier than the previous Little Boy, and his body was quite sturdy. It seems that saying he wanted to become a Paladin wasn't just empty words; he indeed trained himself regularly.

"Hmm, that's a good question."

I looked at the boy approvingly. I wasn't sure about his talent, but based on the steady demeanor he displayed now, he was indeed quite suitable for the Paladin class.

"The Paladin's Tier Two Combat Skill—Holy Bolt—does have the effect of healing allied forces, but it is limited to Adventurers. The Paladin's strength is not as gentle as a Priest's, and Ordinary People cannot withstand it. So, even if you job change to a Paladin later, don't just randomly throw Holy Bolt at Ordinary People, okay?"

For the last sentence, I playfully touched his head in praise. He gave an embarrassed dry laugh, his face, which had turned bronze-colored from long-term training and already showed the beginnings of a manly bearing, was completely red.

"Priest Uncle—"

My robe was lightly pulled a few times. I turned my head and saw two cute Little Girls about seven or eight years old. What interested me was that these two Girls had identical beautiful faces. The only difference was their neat, shoulder-length black hair; one had a small ponytail tied on the left side, and the other on the right. Their two pairs of large black eyes and two rosy faces could break the hardest mental defenses in anyone's inner heart.

Uncle? Looking at this pair of Likable Twins, I sadly discover a fact. It's been almost three years since I came to Sanctuary. I'm probably around twenty-five or twenty-six now, right? Have I already reached the level of Uncle?

"Little Fellows, what is it?" I asked with a heartfelt smile. Speaking of which, this was the first time I had seen Twins in the Dark Continent, and they had black hair and black eyes, which felt very familiar.

"We... we also want to be Priests in the future. Can we?"

One of the Twins with the ponytail on the left seemed more shy. Seeing me look over, she immediately became too nervous to speak up. The other Twin beside her, with the ponytail on the right, saw her Older Sister fumble at the key point. Anxious, she couldn't help but speak quickly.

It seems that although they are Twins, their personalities are very different.

"Being a Priest is very hard work. You must leave your parents and travel everywhere. There are countless monsters along the way. No matter how dangerous the Place is, as long as someone needs you, you must rush there. Can you do that?" I said, pretending to be serious.

When I mentioned having to leave their parents, the Twins clearly showed fearful eyes. After hesitating for a moment, they exchanged a knowing look, nodded vigorously at each other in unison, and then looked at me together, their eyes revealing strength, and spoke in unison.

"We can do it."

Is this the so-called rapport of Twins? Looking at their quite cute actions, I was secretly amused to myself.

"Very good. However, becoming a Priest is not easy. First, you must master rich knowledge. Here. This is a gift from me to you. I hope that one day, I can personally see you job change."

I smiled and picked out a few quite substantial tomes (of course, not the YY chivalric romance novels bought from Elzix; that would be corrupting the young minds of the motherland). I handed them to their hands. These books were quite heavy. The Twins carried them in their arms, one half each, their thickness stacked up reaching their chins, forcing them to lift their heads.

"Tha... thank you."

The Twins' faces were filled with undisguised excitement and joy. The price of books was unattainable for children from Civilian Families like them. Struggling to hold the books in their arms, the shyer Twin Sister with the ponytail on the left was very polite. She gracefully expressed her gratitude and was about to bend down to bow, but she seemed to forget that she was holding a large stack of books in her arms. The books fell down with her movement.

"Wah wah wah~~"

Her Younger Sister beside her cried out repeatedly. Cleverly, she used one arm to prop up the tottering mountain of books, finally managing to get through the ordeal smoothly. Both of them exhaled at the same time, smiled at each other, and ran away quickly under the envious gaze of the other children.

"Hoo hoo hoo~~"

Not long after, one of the departing Twins—the Little Girl with the ponytail on the right—rushed back, panting, still holding that stack of books in her arms.

"By the way, Older Sister just said: 'That was really disrespectful just now. We received such a precious thing from Priest Uncle, but we don't even know his name.' So I rushed back," she said, panting.

"My name is Aikelu, and Older Sister's name is Xilusi. Priest Uncle, please remember!" After saying that, she squeezed through the crowd again and ran away quickly.

Couldn't she have put the books down first before saying that? I seemed to understand a little. These Twin Loli, the Older Sister is gentle and shy, serious and polite, careful but with a bit of clumsiness. The Younger Sister is lively and cute, straightforward in her actions, and very obedient to her Older Sister. They complement each other's strengths and weaknesses, giving a feeling of two swords combining their power.

After the Twin Sisters left, another round of bombardment from other children began. It wasn't until the sun was about to set that I tottered away from the encirclement of these Little Demons and returned to the Small Room/House the Village Chief Grandma had prepared for me.

"By the way, Grandma, I heard that Tombs were dug up nearby, and many monsters are pouring out of it. Is that true?"

Nightfall descended. By the dim oil lamp, the Village Chief Grandma brought me the dinner carefully prepared by the Villagers. I remembered that one of the children had told me that Tombs had appeared near the village sometime, and I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Yes!"

The old Village Chief, who had a kind smile on her face, also showed a look of sorrow when she heard my words.

"A while ago, Rick (that middle-aged Man) was working in the field and dug up a Great Pit. According to Rick, the only one who went down there, there seem to be a large number of mummies inside, but I don't know if it's true or false. I have strictly ordered the Villagers not to approach that Place. And Rick has been Bedridden ever since he came back, thanks to your help, Lord."

"Is that so?" I bit my chopsticks thoughtfully.

"Lord, please rest assured. I have already reported the situation to the Mage Guild and the Mercenary Organization. I believe they will send manpower to investigate soon. Lord, please do not adventure alone. For the sake of our humble lives as Civilians, if you were to suffer any injury, we would not be able to redeem ourselves even with ten thousand deaths."

The old Village Chief was indeed an experienced person. She quickly sensed something from my expression and hurriedly advised me.

"Don't worry, Village Chief Grandma, I won't adventure alone."

Seeing the Village Chief's anxious appearance, I explained. However, this old Village Chief also seemed to be a person of experience. An Ordinary Village Chief would definitely not know the fact that Priests lack combat skill ability.

The next day, amidst the Villagers' reluctant farewells—especially all the children in the Village, including the Twin Sisters, who silently followed me for several miles until I put on a stern expression and persuaded them to go back before they finally gave up.

"Sigh, what a headache!"

I shook my head and smiled wryly, looking at the already dirty Priest's white robe. It had a lot of snot and tears on it, almost all of which were the masterpiece of that snot-nosed Little Boy. Even when I put on a stern expression, he stubbornly held onto my robe and refused to let go until his parents rushed over and carried him away.

"How was it? Being a Priest is very interesting, right?" Little Ghost asked softly.

"Yes." I nodded very seriously.

Those simple faces, those sincere eyes, were something I could never see in the superficial and insubstantial world I came from. I finally understood that what purified my mind was not the redemption of saving countless lives, nor was it being influenced by the Divine Skill that could make people display a holy aura. Rather, it was seeing those smiling faces filled with heartfelt joy, that simple passion. The coldness in my heart couldn't help but melt away.

Putting aside those annoying Angels, for the first time, I truly believed in my heart that being a Priest is indeed a great profession.

"Where to next?" Little Ghost asked, tilting her head.

(end of chapter)