340.Chapter 338 337 Mass Produced Holy Water is the Proper Use of the Holy Grail
Chapter 338 337.Mass-produced holy water is the correct usage of the Holy Grail ah! -Added [1315]
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“I’ll give you this, we just found a Barbarian Battle Axe on the coffin board of the First Earl, it’s definitely a rare and divine weapon! Even if you can’t use it yourself, you can also reward it to your warriors… Being a human, ah no, how can being a vampire be so pedantic?”
The leader of the Blood Rat Gang climbed out from the extremely professional robber hole he had just dug out, followed by Tooth and Tooth, who were covered in dust, and the chattering small players.
In her hand she carried a bag, declaring the pouring operation a complete success, but Dorothy’s face was filled with regret and dismay.
She came over to Murphy’s side and whispered:
“Why don’t we find time to come back again afterward? There’s a lot of money hidden inside.”
“There’s no need, although Scarlet Fortress is poor, it’s not so downtrodden that it needs to rely on acts like grave robbing to survive, not to mention that this is our former hero of Transylvania.”
Murphy shrugged and took the black pocket from Dorothy’s hand, opening it and glancing inside, a large antique wooden cup was placed in it.
There wasn’t the slightest noteworthy feature from the outside, but there was no faking the sounds of delight and cheers that came from the few mountain elders with their peculiar antler masks as they handed it over to the man beside them.
This should indeed be the holy relic of this mountain forest without a doubt.
As for the item appraisal this link can be omitted, after all, just now the tooth has already carried out the appraisal which is the same as Murphy also passed the hand once, he already knows the specific use of this thing.
Several witch hunters beside Murphy also keenly sensed the aura of the Holy Grail, old Eugene wondered and whispered to Sister Marianne who was chanting the scriptures:
“I feel a very familiar aura, similar to the Avalon Grail in the Holy Land of Glamour Island, but weaker.”
“Yet closer to the essence of nature, I can even smell the immortal fragrance of the forest trees.”
Sister Marianne looked up and narrowed her eyes, staring at the wooden cup that had been passed around repeatedly in the hands of several Mountain Folk elders as she picked up on the words:
“Legend has it that the first Mountain Folk on the continent were born in the emerald green forests of Antani, on the borders of the elven realm, and in the legends I know of about the Mountain Folk, there are many different versions of the story pointing to the fact that the Mountain Folk’s ancestors had crossed paths with the forerunners of the elves.
Perhaps this forest chalice comes from one of those legends as well.
I’m not so sure if the mountain folk of the Sax region are related to the original mountain folk though, their legends are always obscure and confusing, and they’re very closed off and wouldn’t be too willing to share the stories of their ancestors with outsiders.”
“There is no need to guess, that thing is the Chalice of the Woods made by Avalon with the divine face of the Mother of the Woods, as confirmed by my warriors. But I could not help but wonder after hearing of your chalice lore; your Avalon chalice does not seem to have come from the gift of an elven druid?”
Murphy asked curiously:
“I thought it was given to the original Avalonians by the elves, just like the Oak Sacred Blade and the Seed of Life.”
“No, our chalice was carved by the Elders of Glamour over a period of decades under the guidance of my god, using the core of the first Sacred Oak to grow on Glamour as the material, on which the original texts of the teachings were written and the purest natural water was used to bloom.
It can be consecrated once a month to obtain the most precious holy water.
That is not only a necessary item when a White Knight is transferred, but can also be used as a very precious material. Legend has it that by drinking the holy water you can get rid of a hundred diseases, and even bring back the dead and gain a life span as long as that of an elf.”
President Natalie explained to Murphy, the religious DDYU:
“And the chalice that we made with our own hands is not just a sacrificial vessel, what the Avalon chalice represents is also the understanding that the sages of the old religion had for the way of nature that our god preaches.
Although the beginning of the Way of Nature was taught by the elven druids, after centuries of doctrinal discussions, the human Way of Nature has long since departed from the elves’ path and has become a completely different version.
It can be said that the Holy Grail is the source of all the teachings of the Old Religion, and because of this it is very important to us. If we want to rebuild the Church in Transylvania, we must recover the Avalon Grail that was lost in the chaos.”
Speaking of this, the Demon Hunter Hime glanced again at the forest chalice that was being held high by the mountain folk elders, and she whispered:
“But what this one in front of you represents is the more classical way of nature’s path, well, no wonder the mountain folk here never leave their woodlands, no wonder the winged cavalry that is famous on the continent was born here, and no wonder the mountain folk here are stronger and more porous than those in other places.
They have indeed been blessed by my God.
The appearance of this Holy Grail has also already proved that their heritage is older than the Church of Avalon, no wonder the mountain people of the Sax region have never looked much on the preaching of the old religion.
People have ‘come from somewhere’ too.
In the words of your warriors when they flirt, it turns out that we’re the ‘poor relatives’ of others who are full of nonsense, so it’s no wonder we’re so unpopular with the mountain people.”
“I have seen a similar chalice before, not the one in front of me, but very similar.”
Kudel, who stood behind Murphy and hadn’t said anything, suddenly said:
“In the mountains bordering the Anjou region and the Cato region, I once saw a silver-colored chalice rising from a spring at dawn under extreme fatigue. Already wounded and dying, I drank from it.”
“Uh-uh-uh, I know, I know!”
Ms. Becky, who ran to follow “Grandpa” to join in the fun, immediately waved her hand and said:
“That’s the legendary story of how you became a Knight of the Holy Grail, Grandpa. After taking an oath to defend justice and the dignity of life, you were blessed with the power to destroy the ogre bandits that were plaguing that mountain in seven days and nights.
Since then, everyone has honored you as the ‘Ranger of Nantes’.”
“Is the story of your youth so legendary? I thought your life only became tumultuous after you became a vampire.”
Murphy looked at Kudel in surprise, who waved his hand and said:
“That’s all posterity’s boast, in actuality the water of the Holy Grail did heal me, I regarded it as a holy relic and carried it with me until I rescued the children and women who had been snatched from the ogre’s lair. On that night the Grail left me as mysteriously as it had appeared, but I did gain power.
As for the Oath.
I have always believed that it chose me, and I have been an ‘Oathkeeper’ ever since, even after becoming a vampire, I have never given up my oath.
It has always provided me with superhuman strength.”
“But why did the elves throw the chalice that belonged to them all over the place?”
Raven Knight, who was beside Ms. Becky, couldn’t help but ask:
“If the Holy Grail can transform a human overnight, why don’t the elves make good use of that power? From the stories I’ve heard about elves, they aren’t so chauvinistic and friendly that they would share their power with others.”
“Maybe it’s not that the elves don’t want to monopolize the power of the Holy Grail.”
Kudel, who was the only one in the crowd who had actually crossed paths with the mysterious Holy Grail, shook his head:
“Perhaps it’s because the Grail wasn’t forged by the elves, it just originally flowed from their hands, that’s all.
To be honest I don’t really feel that the chalices that gave me my power in the first place really had anything to do with the elves either, I also fought alongside those elves in the Dark Mountains during the Fourth Black Plague, but they were not aware of my power, and I have a feeling that these chalices once carried something quite sacred.
They may indeed be related to the gods of legend.
But just because one or two of them can involve the God of Nature does not mean that all the chalices are from Avalon.
There are legends about the Grail all over the continent, even in the great wilderness of Nordstorf there are legends about Boris the Hero King and the Winter Grail yet.
Some say that the Hero King who conquered the Great Wilderness was actually a Grail Knight who belonged to the God of Winter.”
“The mountain people are going to start the ceremony.”
Ms. Becky, who had been listening to her grandfather’s stories of the past with fascination from the side, put away her delicate notebook and called out to the others again.
They turned back to see the elders of the mountain folk, wearing antler masks made from bones and twigs, returning to their mountain forests with chalices held high and flanked by sturdy warriors.
The crowd followed close behind as invited spectators.
They soon reached a clearing of black rocks in the mountains of the Sikor domain, where the elders of the mountain tribes had gathered.
The young Earl of Sherron had changed into a set of traditional clothing of the mountain people, and was standing in front of the largest and oldest rune stone, escorted by the Knights of Valand.
Logically, this kind of faith-related ceremony could not involve vampires, after all, the blood race was notorious for not being treated well by the gods.
But as Sherron had said, she was a child of the mountains.
This innate bond would not be severed just because of the transformation of her life form, and the mountain elders around her did not despise and ostracize Sherron just because she had become a vampire. They still honored the Sicomair bloodline as they had before, and viewed the young vampire in front of them as one of them.
The ceremony was a simple one really, with nothing but fruit picked from the forest and some fresh game taken from the forest, and the oldest of the mountain folk elders handing Sherron the forest chalice, into which she poured water taken from the mountain spring at dawn.
Finally the chalice was placed respectfully in front of the boulder in front of her amidst the singing of the mountain women.
The ancient runes painted on it glowed bright green as the song was sung, as if the spirits of the mountains were responding to the children’s call, and the light of those runes grew brighter as the cool song rose and fell.
“The concentration of natural spiritual energy is soaring!”
Old Eugene, who had been observing this ancient ritual, said softly:
“Their ritual is taking effect, but where the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations is still unfathomable, and I don’t sense divinity.”
“No, there is! The gods have focused on this place, but not the link between prayer and divine magic as we know it.”
Natalie was surprised as she gripped the great oak holy blade that was constantly vibrating behind her back, and when she saw that the runes on the holy blade’s blade were also shimmering with light, she spoke with certainty to the person beside her:
“This ritual is prayed to none other than the God of Nature, and the resonance of the Holy Blade proves it! But the appearance of my god in the eyes of the mountain people is obviously not the same as what we believers perceive. They are calling on what should be the image of the god Avalon in the eyes of the elves at this time!
It is the Mother of the Forest!
The mountain people have adopted the ancient rituals of the three gods of the elven druids, and these mountain people are walking the same natural path as we are!
We have spent the last few centuries arguing with our own brothers and sisters over the same beliefs.
O Avalon above, this is foolish.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Murphy stared at the water in the forested chalice that had been completely transformed into an emerald green color.
He narrowed his eyes and reached out to give Natalie a shove, pushing her through the spectators and into the ceremony, and at the same time quietly retreating behind the crowd himself, lest he be caught and beaten up if anyone realized that he was the one messing with the ceremony.
This sudden situation interrupted the singing of the mountain people, but also made those robust as a bear like wild warriors will not good eyes to these interrupt the sacred ceremony of outsiders, some grumpy big brother has even gripped the waist or behind the back of the weapon.
Obviously if Natalie does not give a statement, they will give the witch hunters a “statement”.
This confrontation and clash made the atmosphere in the venue become gloomy all of a sudden.
But as Natalie improvised the hands of the great oak sacred blade held up with both hands, the inscriptions of its sword body and the runes on the ancient rock almost “synchronous resonance” of the breath immediately let those elders of the mountain people issued a burst of gasps.
This was the first time they had ever seen such a situation in the ancient inheritance that had been passed down from generation to generation!
So, was this another holy item from the mountains?
“I suggest you drink the water from the forest chalice.”
Kudel, who had been observing the Forest Wood Chalice, said to Natalie with an onomatopoeic technique:
“Although I don’t understand how these mountain people’s rituals can make the chalice resonate, I can confirm that the water in that chalice right now is exactly the same as the holy water I once drank. The conditions for becoming a Grail Knight have all been met!
Now before you will be a vow that will last a lifetime!
As long as you keep it you will have a constant source of power to sustain you as you move forward.”
Murphy also spoke to a hesitant Natalie at this point:
“If you want the mountain people to recognize that you are also their exotic sisters walking the same path, then obtaining the blessing of the ‘Spirit of the Mountains’ in front of them is obviously the most effective way to bring them closer together.
Hundreds of years of enmity between the two sides will be alleviated by just this one act of yours.
What’s more, Natalie, you couldn’t become a White Knight like your father without being able to retrieve the Holy Grail of Avalon, but I don’t think that’s a pity.
Perhaps becoming a Grail Knight of Avalon would be a good alternative.
You need the strength to hunt down the Twilight Believers, and if the Church of Avalon is on the wrong path, then I suggest that you might want to head back and retrace one side of the path that the sages of the day traveled, looking for ways to rebuild the faith in the natural tradition.
Drink it, Natalie!
You will be the bridge that connects the faith of Avalon with the mountain people.”
“No, this is not the faith I follow; it is not what Avalon has taught us.”
The Blackheart Huntress said through clenched teeth:
“If I drink this water it will only cause me to fall to a path I do not believe in, it would be a deception to the gods and I cannot do it.”
“But this is indeed a good opportunity, my dear Shepherd of Avalon.”
Murphy grunted as he said:
“With the support of the mountain people, your new church will grow overnight, isn’t that what the God of Avalon wants to see? What’s more, you’re the best of us to taste that oddly colored water of the Holy Grail.
It can’t be left to dying old Eugene or Sister Marianne to drink it.
You have to honor the elderly you know?”
“My God wants to see the Faith flourish but never in such a deceitful way! I have my own plans.”
Natalie rejected Murphy’s offer.
She plunged the great oak sacred blade into the ground again lifting the forest chalice in front of the young Earl of Sherron as the mountain folk watched.
She could indeed feel the holy water in the chalice emanating a natural aura that went straight to her soul, something blessed by the god Avalon under the face of the Mother of the Forest.
By drinking from it she might become a “saint” of the gods.
However, Natalie didn’t end up doing so, she had already chosen a path of power for herself.
She had to become a White Knight like her father, not just change her ideals and set herself on a path she wasn’t familiar with.
As everyone watched, Natalie loudly chanted the divine name of Avalon handing the cup of water to the Valander Knight beside the young Earl of Sherron.
She whispered a few words and the Vulture Knight looked stunned.
But then looked to his lord, the little Earl of Sherron had also heard Natalie’s explanation and persuasion, so she nodded her support to her escorting knight.
The Pale Vulture Knight, who was born right here in the middle of this woodland, received the chalice with some trembling, a part never before seen in the ancient rituals of the mountain people.
“I swear!”
The Pale Rider, as strong as a bear, shouted in the language of the mountain folk:
“I will swear by my name and my honor that I will dedicate my life to the mountains and forests of my forefathers, that I will defend our home and our countrymen, and take back with my own hands what has been taken from this land.
Let the mountains and forests bear witness!
I will fulfill my oath to the death!”
After saying that, the Pale Vulture Knight drank that chalice water in one go amidst the cheers of the surrounding mountain people.
“Uh, there’s actually no need to drink that much.”
Kudel whispered:
“The water of the Holy Grail contains a huge amount of power, just one sip will do, drinking too much will instead make it difficult for him to digest, generally speaking, a large cup of holy water is meant to be divided amongst ten people.”
These words made Murphy’s face full of surprise, then he looked rather regretfully at the Pale Vulture Knight in front of him who was already burping after gulping down a ten-person portion of holy water, he covered his eyes and said with a regretful face:
“Uh, why didn’t you say so earlier! If I had known that a cup of holy water could be distributed to ten people I would have stopped it, wouldn’t that even out the water to bless twenty warriors? Tch, what a pity, what a good business!”
(End of chapter)