Chapter 38: Priest of the Holy Light

The place where Ansair followed the caravan was actually not far from Winter City, which is why the caravan captain had the guts to invite a stranger.

After the captain paid the entry fee at the gate of Winter City, Ansair followed the caravan into the Winter City.

Continuing to follow the caravan is not suitable for inquiring about the news of the Frost Giants. Ansair said goodbye to the middle-aged man after entering the city.

"Are you leaving? That's fine. If you need my help, you can come to the Odis Chamber of Commerce to find me."

The caravan captain said this when he heard that Ansair was about to leave.

"Thanks."

Ansair smiled slightly, feeling that the human in front of him was not bad, many times better than the pirates he met.

There are still good people among human beings.

Ansair remembered that he also had a healing skill "Astral Infusion".

After treating his sister Elena, this skill has basically never been used.

Firstly, no dragon was injured on Dragons Island, and secondly, this skill cannot be used on him and instead consumes his own vitality, which is very useless in battle.

He doesn't know if this skill has any effect on diseases.

Ansair launched Astral Infusion on the caravan captain.

The middle-aged man turned around and was about to lead the caravan away, but he saw that his whole body was shrouded in starlight, and the old disease that had tortured him for several years was healed.

Bathed in the starlight, the middle-aged man seemed to have returned to his childhood feeling like he was in his mother's arms, moaning comfortably.

He felt that he was several years younger.

The caravan is located not far from the gate, and the flow of people is not small.

Many people had seen the starlight emanating from Ansair's body, and they felt extremely comfortable just being sprinkled on their bodies by the afterglow, like a warm sun in winter.

"Holy light? Lord Priest!"

No one knows who yelled, mistaking the starlight on Ansair's body for the holy light of the Church of Light.

(TL/N: Changed Sect of Light into Church of Light, do tell me Sect of Light is better)

"Lord Priest? Is there a Lord Priest coming to Winter City?"

Everyone woke up one after another, gathered around Ansair, and pushed the caravan away.

Seeing so many people flocking to his side, Ansair was so scared that he wanted to get away, but after thinking about it, maybe he can put this into good could use.

The Church of Light is the only existence on the Human Continent that can compete with the magician organization.

Moreover, compared to ordinary magicians, the priest has the backing of the God Cult, and he can be treated as a big shot wherever he goes, let alone in the cold Winter City located on the border.

There is not even a priest here, but the legend of the priest is known to everyone.

With status, it will be much easier to investigate the Frost Giant.

Thinking of this, Ansair frequently activated Astral Infusion.

"My hand, the hand that was bitten off by a Dragon Beast actually grew back, I am no longer a useless person!"

A warrior with a broken hand is bathed in starlight as a new limb grows out of his otherwise mutilated hand.

"Praise the Holy Light!"

The warrior wept with joy in the starlight.

"My legs, my legs are healed!"

A man with a crippled leg threw away the crutch in his hand and danced.

A teenage boy was dragging an unconscious old man, who couldn't squeeze in at the edge of the crowd and was so anxious that he cried outside.

"Lord Priest, please save my grandfather!"

Seeing this, Ansair pointed out, and starlight poured into the old man's body.

The old man's originally painful expression was relieved as he opened his eyes to see his grandson.

"Grandpa, you finally woke up!"

The boy watched his grandfather wake up, hugged him quickly, and looked at Ansair with gratitude in his eyes.

"Praise the light, praise the Holy Light!"

According to human records, holy light is a sacred object that can cure all diseases and remove the filth.

In some places, it is indeed the same as Ansair's Astral Infusion.

But Astral Infusion may be stronger than Holy Light in terms of healing because Astral Infusion directly infuses life force into the body.

The only one who can directly control the vitality is the God of Life in the Forest of Elves.

Ansair suddenly saw beams of pure white flames emerging from the person he healed and rushing toward his body.

This is the fire of faith.

The Church of Light has the most extensive inheritance and the most followers on the mainland, and it is precisely because of their Holy Light that they can cure all diseases. Almost every ordinary person who has been healed by the Holy Light will become their follower.

But the flames didn't enter his body but went straight up to the sky.

Ansair is not a priest, so these flames of faith flew to the Church of Light.

Without a godhead, Ansair could do nothing about it, and could only work for the Church of Light without any benefits.

However, preaching is not the purpose of his trip.

Although the vitality of a dragon is far compared to that of a human, and he has a Feast to improve his vitality, Ansair still felt a sense of fatigue after using Astral Infusion for so many people.

The hand that released the Astral Infusion also gradually stopped.

Everyone woke up from the wonderful feeling of starlight, with a somewhat disappointed expression.

"What about the Holy Light? Why doesn't the priest want to continue to cast the Holy Light?"

Some people have made a ruckus of it.

At this time, the order team of Winter City reacted and quickly evacuated the crowd gathered near the city gate.

"Don't touch the priest, stay away from the priest."

People from the order team rode on horseback and beat the people around with whips.

The reluctant people fled in fear of pain from the whipping.

"Just disperse them, don't hurt them," Ansair said benevolently, since he wanted to pretend to be a priest, he had to act like one.

"Yes!"

The captain of the order team nodded and said, his actions were much softer. He didn't dare to offend a priest.

"Lord Priest, I'd better send you to the City Lord's Mansion first."

The captain dispersed the crowd and turned to Ansair.

"Sure." Ansair nodded.

The captain of the order team requisitioned a carriage and asked Ansair to sit in it. Of course, Ansair would not refuse his kindness.

He released a lot of Astral Infusions, the vitality in his body was affected, and he felt quite tired.

The caravan captain who was stunned in place was relieved, he had been with a priest for so long.

He knew that Ansair must be something extraordinary to be alone in the ice field.

Even a young genius magician would not be so surprising, but the priest has to worship the faith in the temple for many years to obtain the Holy Light.

And judging from Ansair's continuous Holy Light, his strength is definitely not low, maybe he is a bishop or something.

There is not much money to be fished in the Northern Ice Field, and the church didn't even bother to create one here.

But looking at Ansair's crude attire, he might be an ascetic, and that's understandable.

"Go!"

The caravan captain happily led the caravan to set off again.

On this trip, he originally wanted to buy potions to relieve his old wounds, but he didn't expect to meet a big man in the church who directly cured his past illness.