After the prayer, Elaina clearly felt a gentle fluctuation of spiritual energy, and then a trace of coldness lingering in the air completely disappeared, as if purified.
This feeling was very mystical and extremely comfortable.
When she regained her senses, she found that Silas had already straightened the female nurse's skull and placed her hands on her abdomen.
Although covered in wounds and blood, this corpse had a slight smile on its lips, giving an impression of cleanliness and peace.
"The resentment and the yin energy of the soul have all been purified. The soul, which had fallen into a frenzy, leading to guilt and confusion, has received salvation. These few lines of your prayer are more useful than an entire book of prayers from other churches," Mir said calmly.
Silas stood up and smiled. "The core is not the prayer, but the piety and sincerity of the heart."
"So, your faith is in this Lord of Death and Storms?" Elaina asked tentatively.
Silas nodded. "Yes, this is my only faith now."
Elaina turned to look at Helles. "You too?"
"Of course, everything I have now was bestowed by my Lord. I can offer everything I have to my Lord at any time," Helles's voice was sonorous, her expression fanatical.
Vanas, beside them, looked at Helles with envy and thought to herself, "I'm so envious; I also want to shout out my faith so sonorously and solemnly!"
Silas didn't linger. He then went to the side of the corpses previously charred by Elaina and, enduring the intense scorched smell, purified the souls one by one.
After purifying the five souls, Silas suddenly felt his spiritual energy increase by a large margin, about 30% of its original amount.
"Accumulating a certain number of souls, this pure power of thought can enhance the upper limit and quality of my spiritual energy," Silas felt very comfortable and refreshed at this moment.
After dealing with the five souls, the six prepared to hold a temporary meeting. The location was chosen directly in Connor's sickroom.
After sitting down, Mir spoke first, "Brainless Worms themselves have no ability to move; their crawling speed is even slower than a snail's. Since they can appear here, it means that other people or other things brought them in and placed them on these people."
Silas immediately said, "It's the human-faced rat."
Elaina's face became grave. "With the light body and speed of a human-faced rat, it's not difficult to place this thing on a person without them noticing."
Mir looked at Silas. "Any clues from the souls?"
Silas shook his head. "These people were just on normal duty. Around two o'clock in the middle of the night, they felt somewhat agitated, and by morning, they had suddenly gone mad. There are no other valuable clues."
Virginia said with an unhappy expression, "This despicable fellow is really annoying. I really want to use my Weaving Flame Holy Sword Light Exorcism Slash to burn it to ashes."
"Shut up," Helles pulled Virginia and stopped her.
Although Virginia wasn't the type to deliberately disrupt the atmosphere, her tone and strange names always twisted the heavy and oppressive atmosphere, making it incongruous and very awkward.
Mir said, "This matter must be dealt with as soon as possible; otherwise, we will have no peace of mind in the coming days."
"Everyone, if you have any ideas or methods, please share them," Mir, contrary to his usual demeanor, was surprisingly democratic and open-minded.
Everyone frowned upon hearing this, falling into deep thought, unable to come up with any suitable ideas for a while.
After thinking fruitlessly, Vanas's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Silas with an expectant expression.
Silas smiled calmly and gestured for her to calm down.
Seeing this smile, Vanas's heart immediately felt incomparably at ease and happy.
"With His Holiness the Pope by my side, it feels like my father is still alive."
Seeing that no one was speaking, Mir looked at Silas and asked, "Didn't you say yesterday that you had a way? How is it?"
Silas said with a smile, "I already informed him last night. He should be here soon."
As soon as his voice fell, a crisp ringing sound suddenly came from under Mir's pajama.
Mir took out a small silver bell that was ringing by itself from his pocket, looked at Silas with a grave expression, and asked, "This is your person?"
Silas said one word with a smile, "Yes."
Dong! Dong dong dong!
Almost at the same time, a polite knock came from the sickroom door.
Mir turned his head to stare in the direction of the door, a sharp and oppressive aura gradually appearing all over his body. "You need to be sure; this kind of thing is not a joke."
Silas leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Rest assured, I wouldn't joke with my own life."
Elaina looked extremely shocked at this moment and asked doubtfully, "Master, what exactly is it?"
She couldn't imagine what could make a senior master witcher so nervous.
"Feel it yourself!" Mir didn't answer directly.
Vanas was very calm and composed at this moment. Her trust in Silas had reached a blind level.
Her slender and sexy body sat upright in the chair, her red lips slightly parted as she said, "Maria, go open the door."
Maria didn't feel much and turned to open the door.
Mir sat down at this moment, his expression returning to calm, looking indifferent. After all, he was an old hand of over a hundred years; his psychological quality was still very strong.
Silently, the door opened.
Maria asked with a surprised expression, "Hello, sir. May I ask who you are..."
A gentle, elegant, mature, and magnetic male voice came from outside the door, "Hello, madam. I am Mr. Silas Sotos's attendant, here at Mr. Sotos's command."
Maria didn't immediately step aside but turned to look at her queen.
Vanas was also very curious at this moment and nodded slightly, indicating he could come in.
Then Maria said with a smile, "Sir, please!"
As the door opened, everyone saw a handsome and gentle young man walk in.
The young man looked to be around thirty-five years old, with fair skin, neatly combed pitch-black hair, and a clean-shaven chin.
He wore a neat black formal suit, with a neatly tied and exquisite bow tie at his collar. Below, he wore well-fitting black trousers and shiny leather shoes.
He had a slender and well-proportioned figure, elegant demeanor, and exuded the aura of a great noble. Overall, he looked like a sexy and handsome man who could make countless lonely young madams fall for him.
After walking in, the young man knelt on one knee, his hands moved a few times and clasped at his chest, his forehead slightly lowered. He performed a very ancient and standard Guinness ancient noble salutation, "Randall Montgomery, paying respects to the beautiful Flower of the North, the Pearl of Guinness, the noble and elegant Her Majesty the Queen."
Seeing such etiquette, Vanas's heart skipped a beat. "Could this fellow be a great noble of Guinness? Why do I have no impression of him at all."
The salutation posture Randall used was a classical posture passed down from the early days of the founding of the ancient kingdom. In today's noble circles, few people knew this etiquette. Only true great nobles with a thousand years of heritage still used this etiquette to salute the king.
In today's noble circles, anyone who could perform this etiquette standardly would be considered a great noble anywhere, possessing rich knowledge and a lofty status.
"Rise, Mr. Montgomery. The standard of your etiquette makes even me feel ashamed," Vanas said seriously.
She wasn't lying; she herself couldn't perform this set of movements standardly.
"To receive your praise truly reassures me. I haven't performed this set of movements for almost one hundred and fifty years. Just now, my heart was very apprehensive, fearing I would tarnish your joyful day," Randall stood up and said with a smile.
??? One hundred and fifty years!?
Elaina, Vanas, and the others were dumbfounded upon hearing this.