Chapter 259: The Best Gift

Chapter 259 The Best Gift

Levi stepped into the Hall of Holy Light.

He saw Archbishop Lancelot clad in white-golden bishop robes.

Sensing Levi's entrance.

Lancelot turned to look at Levi.

Levi met his gaze for two seconds, then looked away.

It was not that Lancelot's gaze was too aggressive.

On the contrary, his eyes were like warm sunlight, making one wish to sink into them.

Levi even felt a sensation that his inner soul was being laid bare.

He subconsciously shifted his gaze.

If the eye contact lasted too long, it felt as if his entire being would be seen through.

Although, the other party might have seen through him at a glance.

Lancelot said, "Could you show me your holy emblem?"

His voice was gentle, yet filled with authority, impossible to disobey.

Levi took out the Holy Light Emblem and handed it to Lancelot.

Lancelot examined the Holy Light Emblem, attempting to find clues related to the emblem's owner upon it.

Unfortunately, there was no gain.

Only Levi's lingering aura remained on the Holy Light Emblem.

He asked, "Who gave this emblem to you?"

Levi replied, "My master."

"What is your master's name?"

"Toresta."

Lancelot returned the Holy Light Emblem to Levi, some doubt in his heart.

He had never heard the name Toresta before.

Among those who had obtained the Holy Light Emblem through the ages, there was no one named Toresta.

However, this Holy Light Emblem was genuine.

It was issued by the Saintess.

It bore the Saintess's blessing upon it.

It was just difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

Lancelot looked at Levi and asked, "Do you have something to ask of me?"

Levi said, "I have suffered a curse from an evil god, and my master told me to come to the Temple of Light for help."

"A curse from an evil god?"

Lancelot glanced at Levi with some surprise.

If there were a curse, Levi should have been detected the moment he appeared before his eyes.

Lancelot focused his mind and sensed, and only after a moment did he react.

"A very hidden curse, to purify it, will require some mental effort."

Lancelot did not agree to help Levi purify it.

Simply put, although Levi came holding the Holy Light Emblem, he was ultimately not the holder of the Holy Light Emblem.

If the holder had come, Lancelot would naturally save face and help.

Being able to meet Levi once was already giving great face to the Holy Light Emblem.

Seeing that he had a way to resolve the curse, Levi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It was good that there was a way.

The rest was how to move Lancelot, to let him help.

Levi asked, "Archbishop, you have already stayed in Storm City for thirty-six years, correct?"

Lancelot looked at him strangely, "That is correct, is there a problem?"

"Do you not wish to advance further?"

Hearing this, Lancelot nearly laughed in his heart.

A youngster whose downy feathers had not yet grown, running over to talk about such things with him, was simply laughable.

He said with amusement, "You have a way?"

If not for the sake of the Holy Light Emblem, he would have driven him away directly.

Where would he have time to joke with him.

Levi said, "Yes, I have a very important piece of news."

Lancelot laughed in his heart, saying without changing expression, "What news?"

"News of a legendary lich."

Levi's words had just fallen.

Lancelot's always calm expression showed fluctuations. He gazed at Levi, "A legendary lich?"

Levi said, "There is a legendary lich in the Ancient Battlefield preparing to unleash an undead calamity."

Lancelot suddenly felt it was ridiculous, that he would actually believe his words.

"What evidence do you have?"

Levi took out the stone coffin lid.

Just as the stone coffin lid was taken out, Lancelot's expression changed completely.

He instantly perceived the lich's aura on the stone coffin lid.

Lancelot waved his hand, and the stone coffin lid flew into his palm.

After looking for a while, he asked, "How did you obtain this thing?"

Levi said, "I picked it up in a secret realm of the Element Tower."

"A lich's phylactery can also be picked up by you?"

Lancelot expressed doubt regarding Levi's words.

However, he could sense that Levi was not lying.

Lancelot felt it was unimaginable.

Where would there be a legendary lich who could even lose his own phylactery?

And yet it was picked up by a mere third-tier mage.

If word got out, the other liches would laugh themselves to death.

Lancelot pondered briefly and said, "This does not prove your claim. That you could find the phylactery means the legendary lich is likely dead."

Li Wei said, "He is not dead."

Lancelot stared at Li Wei, and Li Wei met his gaze.

This time, it was Lancelot who looked away first.

A tremendous storm surged within his heart. Damn it all.

Everything Li Wei said was actually true.

Lancelot would never doubt his own abilities.

So no matter how unbelievable or absurd, what Li Wei spoke was fact.

He truly needed to consider carefully what Li Wei had said.

A legendary lich preparing to unleash an undead calamity was astonishing news.

Spread to the Central Continent, it would be a thunderclap from the blue.

Lancelot looked at Li Wei and asked, "Who else knows of this?"

Li Wei said, "No one. Just you and me."

Lancelot asked, "How do you know?"

Li Wei said, "The legendary lich's phylactery was inadvertently sealed within a secret realm by the Element Tower."

"He was never certain of its location, fearing rash action would alert the Element Tower and arouse suspicion, until this phylactery cover emerged, giving the legendary lich a chance to reclaim it."

"The one who accidentally saw the phylactery, namely me, would likely become the legendary lich's target."

"I am the person who came closest to the phylactery; he will surely seek to find it through me."

"If we can prevent an undead calamity and slay a legendary lich, surely the Archbishop might have a chance to advance further."

"As payment for purifying the curse, I am willing to become the bait."

Lancelot looked at him deeply.

Damn it all.

How could everything this fellow said be true?

Only when volunteering to be the bait did Lancelot feel he was speaking falsehoods.

This point, Lancelot could understand.

After all, that was a legendary lich; if he, a mere third-tier mage, got involved, he would turn to ash in an instant.

Lancelot deliberated further and said, "Stay at the Temple of Light for now. I will send people to scout the undead movements in the ancient battlefield to see if you speak true."

Li Wei nodded. "Mm, alright."

With words said thus, Li Wei knew Lancelot was already moved.

Even if not for the sake of advancing further.

As the Archbishop of the Temple of Light in Storm City, he also bore an inescapable responsibility.

As long as the existence of the legendary lich was proven, Lancelot would owe him a favor.

Helping him purify the curse would be a small matter of going with the flow.

The priest arranged accommodations for Li Wei within the Temple of Light.

Li Wei stood by the window and looked out; the sky was azure blue.

He vaguely sensed a storm was approaching.

He had sensed it the moment he brought the Dragon Heart out of the Bone Palace.

(End of Chapter)