Chapter 68: Growth, Each in Their Own Way

Chapter 68: Growth, Each in Their Own Way

“All right.” Emlyn agreed very calmly.

Maric said nothing more and abruptly vanished.

He knew that the specific action plan could not possibly be settled all at once, and that Emlyn White also had to first return and ask the Sanguine higher-ups for their opinion. Therefore, he did not stay.

Perhaps this will be my chance to obtain divinity and become a count… Emlyn wore a smile as he watched Maric, this Wraith, silently leave.

He had not yet digested the Crimson Scholar Beyonder characteristic. The so-called chance to become a count referred to obtaining a promise of a free ritual, or the corresponding potion formula.

The carriage continued forward and stopped at the entrance to Harvest Church. Emlyn glanced with satisfaction at the gray-white fog in midair, pressed down on his silk top hat, and unhurriedly exited the carriage and passed through the main door.

After changing into a brown clerical robe, he picked up a rag and a bucket of water and seriously began wiping the candlesticks on both sides.

Only after Father Utravsky, who seemed to have grown even taller, finished his morning sermon did Emlyn stop his labor and complain,

“Why did we let Ernest go back?”

“He only requested to be a volunteer for one month,” Father Utravsky answered, showing no irritation whatsoever at Emlyn’s repeated question, which he had asked from time to time during the recent period. The priest appeared very patient.

Thinking of what he had experienced, Emlyn suddenly felt somewhat unbalanced. He could not help muttering again,

“He was forced to volunteer. He did not volunteer willingly. He cannot be the one to decide the time limit. It should be at least half a year!”

Father Utravsky responded with a smile.

“He did quite well. Throughout that month, he worked hard, guided believers, and copied the scriptures. I can clearly feel that he has already come to understand the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest.”

The muscles on Emlyn’s face twitched slightly.

“He is also—no, is he about to become a believer of the Earth Mother?”

“No. I did not intend to force him to convert either,” Father Utravsky gently said. “I merely let him understand the Mother Goddess’s teachings and experience the little details of life. I hope that in the future, when he feels lost, he can remember that there is such a spiritual refuge, a mother’s embrace.”

Emlyn’s lips moved a few times. In the end, he said nothing. He lowered his head and continued wiping.

…

Cherwood Borough, inside a certain house.

Fors sat in a high-backed chair, her gaze somewhat unfocused as she looked at the empty glass bottle on the desk before her.

During the previous period, she had finally digested the Astrologer potion. Today, under Xio’s watch, she had used the Brain of Asman and the ancient wraith’s cursed object to concoct the Scribe potion. Gathering her courage, she had drunk it.

At this moment, she felt her brain rapidly expanding. Gray folds and bulges were increasing madly, while her body gradually turned illusory, breaking down into one cell after another.

Those cells carried halos, as if they formed a “door” surrounding her brain.

Vaguely, Fors once again heard the familiar ravings, but they were extremely distant and extremely indistinct. There was no way to discern specific words. To her, who already had abundant experience, they caused no effect.

After an unknown length of time, Fors finally regained control of her brain and cells and felt the existence of her body.

Almost at the same time, a large amount of knowledge echoed inside her mind, letting her understand how to use the Scribe ability:

The mutated “brain” recreated the Beyonder power used by a target, then drove activated portions of cells to form the corresponding symbols, patterns, and markings, completing storage.

This was “I came, I saw, I recorded,” using the mind as the pen and the spirit body as paper!

At present, I can only record one…