N-A-A Chapter 326 Father Utravsky and the Vampire
Chapter 326 Father Utravsky and the Vampire
Chapter 326 Father Utravsky and the Vampire
Lorne pushed open the door of the Harvest Church and went inside.
The church was much darker inside than outside. Rows of neatly arranged seats stretched into the depths of the hall, and the church seemed to be deserted, making it exceptionally quiet.
He didn't see the strangely behaving black-haired youth from earlier.
At the very top of the church hall hangs a huge emblem of life, and on the candlesticks on either side, candles emit a soft glow.
In the front row, there sat a man in his forties or fifties who was unusually tall and dressed in a brown priest's robe.
He was like a small mountain, seemingly out of place in this era.
"My God!" Lorne couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. He glanced at the other man briefly, trying to estimate his height.
That's at least two meters tall—no, he's sitting down, so if he stood up he'd be at least 2.2 meters tall! Even if he's from Fusak, he wouldn't be that tall!
People in this era were generally malnourished, and this was the tallest person he had ever seen since he transmigrated. No, that's not right. Even before he transmigrated, he had never seen many people taller than the one in front of him.
Just then, the other person seemed to notice his arrival and slowly turned their head. It was a weathered face with rugged features, but the eyes were surprisingly gentle.
"Welcome! The Church of the Mother Goddess will not turn away anyone."
When he saw Lorne's face clearly, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Mr. James Scott?"
"You know me?" Lorne asked, puzzled.
"You've been appearing in the newspapers a lot lately," the bishop replied, "as a hero who single-handedly saved an innocent girl."
"It seems my fame is greater than I imagined," Lorne thought to himself, then bowed slightly and asked, "May I ask how I am addressed?"
The bishop replied gently, "You may call me Father Utravsky."
"Father—" Lorne glanced at the other person with slight surprise.
"Father, you're from Fussack, aren't you? Why are you here?" he asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Bishop Utravsky raised his head, looked at the huge emblem of life, and said with deep emotion, "I was born in Indo on the coast of the Intersea, and was once a man who was fanatical about fighting and killing."
"I committed a serious crime and fled to the sea off Zunya, where I became a vicious pirate."
"Before I truly fell into the hell of my soul, I was fortunate enough to meet the missionary of Mother Goddess ————"
It's a very positive story, but it also sounds like a rather clichéd redemption tale. Lorne nodded in agreement, indicating that he was listening attentively, while inwardly he couldn't help but think to himself, "What do you mean?"
But—why is it yet another pirate?! Aren't there too many pirates around me? Edwina, Danitz, Gadriya—and now a former pirate priest?
Based on what the other person said and the feeling he gave off, Lorne judged that he was most likely not a "pharmacist" or "physician".
"So, Mr. Scott, what are you seeking in the Church of the Mother Goddess?" Bishop Utravsky asked, bowing his head.
"Phew—" Lorne exhaled, raised his head, and answered frankly, "I've come to ask for help."
"help?"
"Hmm—" Lorne nodded and told the other party about the large-scale flu infection among the workers in his factory and the need for medication. At the same time, he also subtly hinted that he knew of Extraordinary's existence and hoped that the other party could provide some "special" assistance.
As a hero who single-handedly stormed a gangster's villa, it's not surprising that James Scott is an extraordinary individual.
"I understand," Bishop Utravsky said, casting an approving glance.
Perhaps it was because of his status as a "hero," or perhaps the bishop himself was genuinely kind-hearted, but he showed unexpected sincerity towards Lorne.
"I can offer some help with this. As a believer in the Mother Goddess, I do know some methods of medical treatment that should be of some help to you."
"Thank you!" Lorne nodded immediately in thanks.
"However—" Bishop Utravsky's tone shifted, tinged with regret, "I am not a true physician after all," and I'm afraid I can't create that kind of miracle cure that can quickly heal people.
Lorne nodded in understanding, but couldn't help muttering under his breath, "It would be nice if there were pharmacists who didn't charge much."
"Yes," Bishop Utravsky said gently, having heard Lorne's whisper.
Is her hearing that good? But—could there really be such cheap "pharmacists"?
Under Lorne's gaze, which was a mixture of doubt and expectation, some noises came from the side room of the church.
Lorne saw the strangely behaving black-haired youth from before emerge from the side door. The man had a cold demeanor and a sickly pallor. He was currently dressed in the priest's robes of the Church of the Earth Mother, but his eyes flashed with undisguised impatience.
So this guy is a priest here—the contrast with this priest is too great! Standing next to the priest who's over two meters tall, this guy looks like a...
"And who is this?" Lorne asked.
"His name is Emlyn White, and he is a priest here," Bishop Utravsky introduced.
"I'm not some kind of priest—" Emlyn muttered under his breath, then looked up and scrutinized Lorne with his slightly lazy and critical eyes.
"This is Mr. James Scott, the 'Eastern Hero'."
"You're James Scott? The one in the newspaper?" Emlyn was also somewhat surprised, but that was quickly replaced by a scrutinizing look. "You don't look like much."
"You're really good with words—" Lorne's smile froze for a second, but he still greeted the other person politely.
"Father, is this Mr. White the 'pharmacist' you mentioned?"
"That's right, he's an adult vampire," Bishop Utravsky said in a startling statement.
"Vampire?" The word startled Lorne. Although he could tell that Emlyn was somewhat unusual, he hadn't expected him to be a vampire.
Moreover, what does this have to do with curing diseases? Vampires are good enough if they don't harm people, how could they possibly save people?
"Not vampires! They're bloodlust! Noble bloodlust!" Emlyn immediately retorted excitedly.
He glanced at Lorne, roughly guessing what the other was thinking, then raised his head high and said in a superior tone, "I know what you're thinking. Don't use those mindless monsters from vulgar novels to represent us vampires! We are ancient and noble beings, superior to humans!"
The more you say that, the more I feel you guys are pathetic—Lorne thought to himself.
Utravsky continued, "Every adult vampire—"
"They're vampires!" Emlyn corrected again.
"Hoo—every adult vampire is a qualified doctor. This is related to their innate abilities; it's their racial talent."
He then gave a brief introduction to some basic information about vampires.
So it wasn't the kind of monster from folklore that lived in a coffin and could only be killed with garlic and wooden nails—Lorne felt a strange sense of disappointment. To be honest, he would have found it quite interesting to see that classic vampire image.
Meanwhile, Emlyn also learned of Lorne's request.
"Impossible!" he exclaimed, arms crossed, his words sharp. "Even the same disease can react completely differently to different people, and the treatments chosen will naturally be different too!"
"I can only provide treatment in person."
He paused, then added with the arrogance of a professional, "Moreover, any medicine with extraordinary effects cannot be mass-produced at low cost!"
"It's impossible," Lorne said abruptly, ignoring his agitated state, "or is it that you—can't do it?"
"You!" Emlyn's voice rose as if insulted, "Are you questioning a noble vampire?! What I can't do, none of the other 'Pharmacists' can do either!"
Lorne did not continue arguing with him. He turned to look at Bishop Utravsky and was somewhat disappointed to see that the other seemed to have tacitly agreed with Emlin's words.
After a moment, he looked at the priest and asked, "Father, do you know where I can find the potion recipe for the 'Apothecary'?"
Hiring a pharmacist is too expensive, so why not find a way to train one ourselves? Maybe he can even open a clinic in the factory.
Upon hearing this, Bishop Utravsky gave Lorne a deep look and slowly said, "As a hero, your strength must be quite impressive, right? I happen to have a request here—"