The Hypocritical Holy Knight 108 Part 2

In this small town rarely visited by aristocrats, it was their first time seeing someone exuding such a noble air from head to toe. Their town did have some good-looking young people, but under the oppression of poverty, even if handsome, they all carried an indelible coarseness.

He Yan looked towards the voice. It belonged to a small child who, due to thinness, did not have much flesh on his cheeks, making his eyes appear especially large. Behind him stood a middle-aged woman in a gray rough linen garment.

After the child spoke those words, the woman standing behind him immediately covered her child's mouth, raising her head to look at him with those turbid brown eyes in alarm, seemingly very afraid that the Holy Son who had come from the distant central church would be offended by the child's words.

In her experience, those refined young noble lords preferred to be praised as handsome or manly. The word "pretty" used to describe a man often carried a sense of insult.

Since the demon beasts attacked, they had already endured half a month of difficult times in fear and despair. When the bishop announced that the Central Church would send the Holy Son here to slay the beasts, almost everyone prayed in their hearts for His Highness to arrive early with the Cardinals of the Central Church.

But now... the Holy Son they had painstakingly waited for had just gotten off the carriage, and he heard such frivolous words. If he became angry because of this, would they be despised by the Church of Light?

However, the Holy Son unexpectedly showed great grace. After his calm gaze briefly met that middle-aged woman's, he suddenly reached out and cast a Light spell.

A ball of pure white light flew out from his palm, rose up, emitting a radiance even more dazzling than the sun. Then at its brightest, it turned into irregular-shaped fragments, drawn by an invisible force, lightly falling upon the people present.

The instant these fragments landed on their bodies, everyone felt the fatigue completely expelled, filled with a warm, intoxicating comfort, and their hearts couldn't help but be filled with joy.

This was a mid-level group healing spell.

Although in theory, as long as one had a teacher's dedicated guidance and focused on practicing Light magic for over a decade, even those with average talent could cast mid-level Light spells. But there weren't many who could cast it as effortlessly as He Yan.

-- Don't be fooled by Cecil's delicate physique, panting after running a few steps. His attainments in Light magic were indeed extremely high. Even though he was still underage, his actual strength already surpassed many Cardinals.

The bishop of the Simi Church was an elderly man, with deep furrows mercilessly etched by time on his face. His strength wasn't high; placed in a slightly more developed city, he could only be a dispensable assistant bishop. He was only assigned as the bishop of such a remote and poor town because of sufficient seniority.

"Your Holiness," after this mid-level Light spell ended, the bishop walked out from the crowd and tremblingly bowed to him, "Please follow me to settle in at the church."

He Yan then returned to the carriage under the fervent and grateful gazes of the people, and was taken to stay at the church.

As expected of the lowest level church, the environment was worlds apart from the Central Church. The outer wall paint of many buildings had already started to peel off in large patches, and the originally pure white walls were stained with dust, revealing an inescapable sense of dilapidation.

By the time their group arrived at Simi Town, it was already dusk. When they were fully settled, the sky had turned completely dark.

After briefly going over the current situation with the old bishop, He Yan was escorted by three holy knights into the temporary residence room.

Late at night, these three powerful holy knights would take turns guarding outside his door to ensure his safety.

The room flickered with a dull yellow light.

There were no bright lamps maintained by low-level Light magic here, still using traditional candles for illumination. And these candles seemed to have been placed for a bit too long, their light somewhat dim.

The biggest problem in Ximi's Church of Light was the lack of manpower. That old bishop who climbed up relying on seniority was already the person with the highest Light magic here. There was no extra Light magic to waste on trivial matters like lighting.

Although the conditions here were very backward, the room prepared for him had been meticulously tidied up to be very clean and refreshing. The bedding laid out was also brand new and soft. Although the materials couldn't compare to the Central See, for this low-level See without much funding, it could be considered quite luxurious.

After simply bathing in the room, He Yan took off his outer clothes, leaving only a layer of close-fitting garments. He used a small Light spell to extinguish the candles and prepared to sleep.

Although using the teleportation array was fast and convenient, the side effects would also make one feel physically unwell for the next few days. This discomfort couldn't be dispelled by healing spells, and three consecutive days of hurried travel also inevitably made this very delicately nurtured body somewhat fatigued.

Plus that mid-level healing spell he released today also consumed some of his energy. He indeed needed a good rest.

According to the old bishop, that demon beast had already come to the town the night before last. Based on the usual pattern, this elusive demon beast would take at least three days before coming to the town to wreak havoc again. So they didn't need to be too tense tonight and could rest well. Tomorrow after waking up, they could then discuss how to deal with that demon beast.

But there are always exceptions. Tonight, that demon beast which caused panic among the people indeed didn't appear as the honest old bishop said. However, another uninvited guest quietly attacked the Ximi See.

-- To be precise, attacked the Holy Son who had just arrived at the See and was sleeping.

The instant that uninvited guest entered the room from the window, He Yan immediately woke up with a start.

Although there were three holy knights guarding outside the door, he wasn't accustomed to entrusting his life's safety to others. So before falling asleep, just in case, he specially set up a layer of defensive barrier outside the room with spiritual power.

-- The facts proved that his caution was completely correct. When this uninvited guest nimbly snuck to the side of his bed, the holy knights outside were still motionless, as if unaware.

He Yan quietly kept his eyes closed, maintaining steady breathing, his spiritual power on guard, but didn't strike first.

For this person to be able to slip into his room under the guard of three holy knights, his strength definitely wasn't weak.

"Oh?" The uninvited guest who had stopped by his bed for a few seconds suddenly spoke, as if not at all worried about alerting the guards outside, and casually exclaimed, "You're awake, quite a clever little fellow."

Discovered!

Moreover, this person could blatantly make a sound inside the room. Either he set up a barrier, or he had also made a move on the holy knights outside. In any case, those three holy knights couldn't be relied upon.

At this point, He Yan no longer pretended. The spiritual power threads lurking in his spiritual sea directly rushed out, piercing towards the intruder.

After opening his eyes, he unexpectedly met a pair of blood-red pupils!

Although he had always known that blood elves' pupils were of an eerie and ominous blood color, only after seeing with his own eyes did he profoundly feel the bone-chilling evil aura these pupils brought.

The pupils of these blood-red eyes were an extremely deep, dark red. Even in the depths of night, they were contracted to a fine point, as cold and piercing as a needle, exuding an aura that was far from benevolent. The irises surrounding the pupils were a slightly brighter blood-red, emitting an eerie, bloody glow under the pale moonlight shining through the open window.

The person's face seemed to be concealed by some kind of magic. Lying on the bed, He Yan could only see a blurry outline, seemingly that of an adult man, with no discernible details. The only thing he could clearly see was that pair of evil, blood-red eyes.

The visitor effortlessly broke through his spiritual attack with an even greater power, pressing down on him and rendering him immobile.

"Cecil," the visitor's voice was still as casual as ever, seemingly tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Your vigilance is higher than I originally thought."

He paused for a moment, then sighed, "But what good does that do?"

As he spoke, the visitor bent slightly and reached out a cold hand from the darkness, caressing He Yan's cheek like a deeply beloved lover.

His nails seemed somewhat sharp. As they lightly slid across He Yan's face, they easily cut a small gash in his tender skin.

He Yan could feel a viscous liquid slowly sliding down his cheek, which must have been his blood.

This body had been carefully nurtured in the Central Church for a full eight years and had a low tolerance for pain. Just a small wound was enough to make him frown in pain.

Seeing the blood flowing from his face, the visitor suddenly became excited, and those blood-red eyes instantly became even brighter, as if fresh blood was slowly flowing within them, eerily!

Then he bent down even deeper, those blood-red eyes getting closer and closer until they were almost touching his face—

Then, He Yan, who was pressed down on the bed by an invisible force and unable to move, felt a slippery object lingering and licking his cheek, at an extremely slow speed, completely sucking away the blood that had flowed down his face.