Chapter 60 : Chapter 60
Chapter 60
[Warlock Series Post) They want me to get 300 souls to move on to the next stage T_T]
[It’s sad enough that I ended up on the Morganes side after entering the game, but the quests are also so tedious T_T]
[300 people sounds easy, but it’s at a level where I have to conquer several small villages]
[It’d be easier to get the numbers if it were a city, but the security there is too tight;;]
Reinhardt checked the content of the post with a blank expression.
An image was attached as well.
It was a picture of a clearly gloomy-looking Warlock with a tearful face.
On the staff adorned with a skull was the emblem of Morganes. It was an emblem of two intersecting ovals.
“It’s viral marketing. Viral, but…….”
Reinhardt blinked for a moment, analyzing the information that had suddenly flooded his mind.
“So he entered the game and became a Warlock who serves a demon? And of all things, a Warlock who follows Morganes?”
The poster was saying so.
Reinhardt lowered his gaze and checked the comments.
ㄴAnonymous1: Hey are you a psychopath?
ㄴAnonymous2: lol fr is he crazy
ㄴAnonymous3: ‘Killing 300 people is so annoying’ LMAO
ㄴAnonymous4: Try to set a mood like, you’re mentally breaking down because you have to kill people, but you have to do it to survive
ㄴAnonymous4: What are you doing lol
ㄴAnonymous4: If you’re gonna do it, do it right lol
A dozen or so comments were pointing out the poster’s attitude.
It was a perfectly reasonable criticism.
‘Yeah, that’s right.’
Reinhardt nodded in agreement.
‘A modern person is suddenly dragged here, becomes a Warlock, and a demon orders him to kill people. In that situation, you can’t have that kind of reaction.’
But the poster was acting as if he had just been given an annoying and difficult homework assignment.
The reason for that was obvious.
‘It must actually be homework. He must be doing it because his boss told him to. Or he’s in a position where he gets the same salary no matter how he does his job.’
The qualifications for participating in the community were probably not that strict.
The pay wouldn't be very high either.
For a developer employee, it was like meaningless extra work, and if it was outsourced, there was even less reason to do one's best.
But.
Separate from that, Reinhardt found hope in this post.
[Search Author’s Posts]
[Search: Warlock Series Post]
Whether it was viral marketing or not was not an important issue.
Whether the author of the post had actually entered the game was also irrelevant.
After all, within the post he wrote, there was information related to the Warlocks of Morganes.
[Warlock Series Post) I fell into a game, what should I do first?]
[Warlock Series Post) They say I need to collect souls to level up;;]
[Warlock Series Post) I reached level 2! Next goal is 6 souls!!]
The number of posts registered in just a few days already amounted to a dozen or so.
All of them were posts containing quality information.
‘Warlocks of Morganes level up by collecting souls. That’s why they spread the plague in this city.’
That too was something he had only roughly guessed.
Reinhardt checked for additional information.
[Warlock Series Post) It’s a rural village, but there are holy relics everywhere T_T]
[This way, I can’t spread the plague at all;;]
[I don’t know how I’m supposed to clear the quest]
‘Holy relics? He can’t spread the plague if there are holy relics?’
Reinhardt’s mouth fell slightly open.
He then checked other content, and only after checking all the posts did he close the community.
“There was a countermeasure.”
“Ppit?”
“There was a countermeasure. The plague of Morganes can be blocked with holy objects.”
Holy relics.
They were items that the major orders possessed by the hundreds and thousands.
A holy relic was literally a holy object.
In other words, it meant that its [Faith] or [Divinity] stats were extremely high.
“But it turns out they didn't just raise Divinity and Faith. They actually had an incredibly high Anti-Magic Power stat too.”
It was information he couldn't have known when playing Soul Calibur as a game.
The detailed information of the clergy was not disclosed.
Like the ‘souvenirs’ purchased from the temple before, he could only know the information of related items, but detailed information such as ‘holy relics’ was outside the interest of users.
“It means that the plague can be blocked just by spreading holy relics all over the city. Why didn’t I think of this?”
The reason was simple.
Because he didn't know.
But hadn't there been plenty of room for speculation?
“So that’s why the clergy were immune to the plague, and why you could avoid infection just by hiding in the temple.”
In the first place, the basis for Reinhardt himself to be able to wander around Romain with a peaceful mind was his high Anti-Magic Power stat.
“Problem solved.”
“Ppit!”
“Let’s go.”
“Ppit?”
Reinhardt went out into the street, his robe fluttering.
“To the temple of Truma. Bishop Dalton will help us.”
The destination was the Truma Order.
When he arrived, he could find Bishop Dalton still wearing his leather armor.
After a quick glance at the mace dangling from his waist, Reinhardt relayed the situation to Bishop Dalton.
“I need your help. Bishop Dalton.”
***
The confessional located in the temple of Romain of the Truma Order.
In a sacred and small place completely shielded from outside noise, Bishop Dalton of Truma continued to speak with a concerned expression.
“The plague is spreading more fiercely. Holy power still doesn’t work. Everyone is lamenting the fact that there is no way to cure the sick.”
The clergy of each order, including Truma, devoted themselves day and night to treating the sick.
They poured out all their holy power, collapsed in exhaustion, and sighed at the sight of the sick who could not be cured.
It was exactly as Reinhardt had expected.
No matter how hard they tried, there were things that were possible and things that were impossible.
“Bishop Dalton. The staff of God cannot cure those who are already infected.”
“What do you mean, cannot cure them?”
“But they can prepare so that those who are not infected can avoid the plague.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Dalton was flustered.
They did not know yet.
Neither the relationship between Warlocks and clergy, nor the fact that a healing magician, not a clergyman, was needed to cure the plague.
It was a fact not known at this point in time.
“I am saying that holy power cannot drive out the plague.”
“Sir Reinhardt. As you already know, the act of healing diseases is…….”
“The work of the clergy. But you said it yourself, didn't you? That the plague that has spread in this city is the work of a Warlock.”
Dalton’s mouth fell open.
“Yes. Definitely.”
“Dealing with Black Magic is the role of a magician. Here, the role of the clergy, including you, Bishop Dalton, is to protect the citizens who are not yet infected.”
“Are you saying that a magician can cure the plague?”
“Yes.”
“How could that be…… It is the first time I have heard of it. And you said that while we cannot cure the plague, we can protect the citizens who are not yet infected?”
“Yes. The plague cannot reach the temple. As you know, Bishop.”
Bishop Dalton nodded his head.
“That is correct. It is thanks to the protection of Truma. But the space is far too small to accommodate all the citizens of Romain.”
“There is a way to expand the temple. To be precise, a way to help this entire city enjoy the same protection as the temple.”
“I understand what you mean. But how did you come to know such a fact, Sir Reinhardt?”
Bishop Dalton still looked confused.
But it was not suspicion.
He fundamentally trusted Reinhardt, but it was just a question that came out reflexively because he was so bewildered.
“It seems that Truma is guiding me.”
Dalton’s eyes widened.
“There is no rational way to explain it. I just realized it suddenly. For now, I can only think that Truma has opened a path for us.”
“……That is why it must be the will of God. Because we must not dare to understand, but simply follow. It feels as if the fog that covered my vision is finally clearing.”
Not a shred of doubt could be felt in Dalton’s answer.
His faith was fanatical.
To the staff of God, Dalton, Knight Reinhardt was already a prophet chosen by Truma.
“But then, is there no other way? Must we let those infected with the plague die?”
“No. Only a healing magician can cure the plague, and as it happens, there is a skilled magician in Romain.”
“In that case, right away…….”
“Not yet. That magician must not reveal herself yet. Not until we have executed Betty Pollard, who leads Redfoot, and brought down the mayor of Romain who collaborated with her.”
Dalton flinched for a moment.
He knew about Redfoot, at least roughly.
And also the weight of the expression ‘bringing down the mayor’.
But.
His firm faith pushed aside his concerns.
“Is that also the will of Truma?”
“Of course. It is the reason why Truma guided me here.”
“I will follow you.”
With this, Reinhardt had passed the first hurdle.
It was certain that Bishop Dalton had considerable influence in the Order.
‘He’s already a bishop at a young age, his faith is certain, and he’s even a combatant.’
All of it was proof that he was clearly recognized by the Order.
In just a little more time.
If he just gained enough experience, he would more than become a key figure in the Order.
“Bishop Dalton, please prevent the plague from spreading further. You must somehow persuade the other orders and draw their cooperation.”
“That is something I can do. But you have not told me the method. What must we do?”
“Place objects imbued with holy power throughout the city. If possible, use holy relics, and even if they are not holy relics, you must obtain as many as possible.”
It wasn't because of the holy power.
Anti-Magic Power. The power to resist mana and demonic energy.
Objects created under a firm faith all contained considerable Anti-Magic Power.
A clergyman was practically covered in accessories with Anti-Magic Power. So much so that the plague wouldn't even dare to approach.
“I will bring as many as I can. But what should we do if there are places we cannot reach?”
“Evacuate the citizens of that area to the temple. Accommodate as many people as possible.”
“O radiant sun…….”
Dalton sighed and made something like the sign of the cross.
Reinhardt then explained the detailed plan. Such as placing holy objects at the entrances of large buildings, or placing them along the edges of the main streets.
“Please give me a little time. Within 24 hours, I will get a promise from all the orders in Romain. I will, for sure.”
Dalton said with a burning gaze.
Looking at his spirit, it seemed he planned to beat anyone who refused with his mace to get their cooperation.
In addition to that.
Reinhardt spoke of what would happen next.
“A battle will break out.”
In the end, a battle was inevitable.
The opponent could be a Warlock or Redfoot, or perhaps even the soldiers of Romain.
And also.
“It may be a battle against humans, and things that were once human.”
He needed to prepare them mentally.
After notifying them in advance of the situation that would soon unfold, Reinhardt observed Dalton’s reaction.
And.
“I will help. Gladly.”
Belying his concerns, Dalton answered without a shred of hesitation.
While drawing the heavy mace that was attached to his waist.