Start by analyzing the Holy Light

Chapter 16 Morrison's commission
In the end, Harvey still didn't tell Ryan the specific content of the commission, because he hadn't had time to have a detailed chat with the believer.

"The day after tomorrow is Sunday, when the time comes, you can have a face-to-face chat with the client." Harvey pondered.

"No problem." Ryan rubbed his stiff face.

After the two separated at the intersection of the classroom, Harvey squinted his eyes and murmured in a low voice, watching Ryan's back gradually disappearing: "Mark Maple Leaf Leader."

After parting with Harvey, Ryan went back to the room and changed into the priest's uniform. Although the clothes just now were grand, generally no priest would wear the holy belt all the time.

After dinner, Ryan, who was full, returned to the room and sat leisurely on the bench, took out a knife from the drawer, and cut open the envelope sent by the office.

There was also a half-meter-long magic wand, a set of black student uniforms and a bottle of potion on the table.

He opened the envelope, and inside was his salary for this week - six gold pounds engraved with the head of King Gwen III and the Bauhinia coat of arms.

The weekly salary of an ordinary priest is 3 pounds, and the priest of the priesthood can enjoy the treatment of a priest in advance, so his weekly salary is 6 pounds.

Today the archbishop has promised to raise his salary to the same level as Harvey, and there should be an increase in his salary next week.

Putting the gold pound into the drawer, Ryan thought about it, and took out the letter paper and wool pen from the drawer. He was going to write a letter to Mark, and briefly recorded what he encountered after he came to the Holy Light, and what the archbishop said today. down.

Then expressed his gratitude to Mark in written language, and wrote down some doubts of his own.

After putting the written letter paper on the table to dry, Ryan picked up the plain wooden wand beside him.

The structure of the wand is very simple, like a round and slender awl, the bottom is chamfered and not sharp, the position of the hand is also treated with patterns, and the top is a faint blue gem.

According to people in the office, the material of the wand is ash wood, which has a certain effect on the speed of casting spells, and the top is a special ore produced by Xinglan Mine, which can be used to store a certain amount of magic power.

The casting speed doesn't matter, after all, he can cast the analyzed skills instantly, but the ability to store magic power is very useful for Ryan.

It is not skills that limit his combat power now, but his own level is too low to support a war of attrition, so he can only fight quickly.

After a simple experiment, Ryan was pleasantly surprised to find that the magic power that the wand could store was more than double his own magic power.

"It suits me very well." Ryan had a smile on his face.

Compared with the magic wand, the effect of the training robe is much smaller. Apart from a slight increase in the recovery speed of meditation, it is more of a status symbol.

as for potions
Ryan picked up the translucent bottle made of unknown material on the table, and with a light shake, he could see the light blue potion inside shaking slightly, as if a little bit of starlight was shining in the potion.

Harvey said that this is a potion for promotion to the second level, but he is not full of experience points now, so he shouldn't be able to use it, right?
After hesitating for a moment, Ryan put the potion and the monk's robe back in the drawer.

Putting the completely dried letter paper on the side into the envelope, Ryan took a change of 1 rank to the office and mailed the envelope.

Two days later, at noon on Sunday.

After praying, Harvey, who was wearing a black seminarian robe, stopped Ryan who was about to leave the prayer hall.

"Didn't His Excellency give you a seminarian robe, why don't you wear it?" Harvey looked at Ryan with surprised eyes.

"The symbolic meaning of the student's robe is greater than the actual meaning, and it is not necessary." Ryan shook his head.

A strange look flashed in Harvey's eyes. If it was the other priests of the priesthood department, he might have put it on long ago, but Ryan actually showed no interest in it.

But he didn't care, but continued: "The believer came to pray today, you can talk to him later."

"Okay." Ryan looked forward to it, not knowing what kind of commission this was.

After following Harvey to his classroom, as soon as Ryan entered the door, he found a man who was a little listless sitting inside.

"Praise Goddess, we meet again, Mr. Harvey."

Seeing Ryan and Harvey walking in, the man cheered up, stood up, pressed his hands on his chest, and saluted.

"Praise the goddess." Harvey also returned the salute, and then turned slightly to let Ryan walk in front of him.

"Mr. Morrison, this is the Reverend Ryan I told you about. This commission will be handled by him for you."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Morrison." Ryan held the wand in his hand, put it on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Your temperament is very elegant. If Mr. Harvey hadn't said it, I would even have thought you were an aristocrat." Morrison replied.

Harvey smiled and led Ryan to his seat in the classroom.

"Mr. Morrison, you can now elaborate on the details of the commission."

After the three sat down, Morrison sorted out his thoughts and talked about his troubles.

"I seem to be entangled by something recently, and I am harassed by it every day."

"What kind of harassment?" Ryan frowned slightly.

Morrison paused, seeming to consider his words.

"Since about two weeks ago, I have often had an almost identical dream. In the dream, I can always hear the sound of crying and moaning, which has caused me to not have a full sleep for a long time. "

"Crying and moaning?"

"Yes, to be precise, it should be the voice of a child. That voice is so strange that I can't even describe it in words." Morrison nodded.

Ryan carefully observed Morrison's face and found that his expression was very bad, and even thick makeup could not cover his weak spirit.

Such a description. Is it a wraith?

Harvey and Ryan looked at each other, but found that the other party had the same doubts as their own. Morrison's description alone was not enough to judge what caused the nightmare.

"Mr. Morrison." Ryan considered his words, "I probably understand your question, but I can't draw a specific conclusion yet."

"I don't know if it's convenient for you to let me watch while you sleep?"

"Of course, as long as Mr. Ryan can help me solve this problem, I will try my best to satisfy you with any request."

Morrison squeezed the center of his brows in pain: "This nightmare has been haunting me for half a month. If it continues for a while, I think I will collapse soon."

"If possible, I hope you can come to my manor as a guest today."

"Today?" Ryan thought for a while, he didn't seem to have other arrangements today, and it's not impossible to go today.

"As long as your time is convenient, I'm fine."

"That's great, Mr. Lane, please." Morrison stood up and thanked.

(End of this chapter)