Chapter 325: Only I Have the Law Chapter 325 Faith and Divine Art (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Back in Jiangning, Chen Yi first went to the school library and browsed various foreign-language dictionaries in the reference section.

In Chen Yi's understanding, the reason it is called a Divine Art is that it is supernatural power.

The effect brought by "Honesty" was very good; Comprehend Languages allowed him to recognize most of the words in the dictionary. Chen Yi tried reading a few Italian example sentences himself, gugudu gugudu like boiling water, but he could utter the syllables smoothly.

Japanese was no problem either, and seemed a bit powerful. Hmm, although he hadn't had time to have sex with the Japanese girl from Orange G Group, after eating so much konjac, there should be some effect.

He didn't know whether having sex with the Japanese girl would help improve his Japanese.

Chen Yi felt this was a huge proposition and should be experimented with properly.

In his fantasy, he picked up a French dictionary again.

French is said to be the most beautiful language in the world, but to Chinese ears accustomed to English, French really sounded strange. Chen Yi put it down in disappointment, his eyes like searchlights, seeking the next point of excitement.

He was now like a monkey in a fruit supermarket, wishing he could pack the whole supermarket into his belly.

When Chen Yi picked up a Chinese comparative dictionary of the rarely seen official language of the Philippines, "Tagalog," and read it stiffly, a surprised exclamation suddenly came from behind the bookshelf, and in an instant a female voice spoke in Malay mixed with Chinese: "Hello, we overheard by accident. We are international students from Malaysia. Your Tagalog is really good."

Malay is the official language of Malaysia, and belongs to the same Austronesian language family as Tagalog, that is, the Malayo-Polynesian language family.

This language family contains 500 languages, used by 250 million people. Just from this point, the value of the Divine Art "Comprehend Languages" can be proven.

Those who understand Malay may not necessarily speak Tagalog, but they can hear it out. Being in a foreign land and hearing a hometown accent naturally arouses curiosity.

Chen Yi poked his head out to look, and indeed there were several Malaysian women, all wearing coats printed with Chinese characters, dressed like "I am a foreigner."

"Hello." He nodded slightly.

"Are you Filipino?" A somewhat chubby girl tried to communicate in awkward language.

Island residents often choose to learn one or two languages as their second or even third language. Given that the economy of the Philippines and Malaysia is relatively good, quite a few people choose these two languages. However, this Malaysian person before him spoke Tagalog not as well as Chen Yi, sounding halting instead.

Chen Yi smiled and replied in fluent Malay: "I am Chinese, a person from Jiangning."

"You also speak Malay! Very few Chinese people learn Austronesian languages." The several girls were pleasantly surprised, like gorillas hearing that the supermarket has fruit, happy to the point of wanting to beat their chests.

The chubby girl said again: "Your Malay and Tagalog are equally good, truly amazing. How long have you studied?"

"You flatter me." Chen Yi smiled again and did not explain. If he said it was fake, his Malay and Tagalog would definitely not be so good. Of course, "Honesty" does not necessarily require speaking.

"Why learn Malay?" The girl who spoke at the beginning asked curiously.

"I just naturally learned it." Chen Yi continued to smile. Now it seemed, silence is indeed golden.

The two girls behind used some unknown language to laugh softly: "This handsome guy is so cool."

Chen Yi kept his head down; he still had the faiths of "Words and Deeds Consistent" and "Humble and Modest."

"The handsome guy is shy, haha. We'll go back after we find our things. Jingjing is still waiting." This sentence was spoken in Chinese.

Chen Yi smiled at them, trying to show a "humble and modest" posture, and walked out of the library leisurely. He was now getting more and more accustomed to the so-called "Faith." Looking at the Four-pointed Star on his chest, the god was still easy to fool.

Outside the library was the most lush grove of Jiangning University, dense and verdant, as if the Peach Garden had been stripped of its flat peaches.

Twenty years ago, this place was called the Small Grove, and who knows how many wild mandarin ducks "roosted" here. Rich nutrients watered this land; it constantly sheltered the wild mandarin ducks from wind and rain until the Small Hotel at the entrance stole its business. However, with the performance of various stimulating projects, the Small Grove once again played an important role, becoming a mooring place for students' lustful dreams and the peak of middle-aged memories. How many university students of the 1980s revisited old dreams and regained confidence in their nostalgia for the Small Grove.

Malaysian girl Wu Jingjing was standing at the foot of the library steps, reading the PDA in her hand. She had a head of beautiful black long hair, clearly carefully cared for, flowing but not scattering, softly draped over her shoulders, like her personality.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, walked up and greeted her, smiling: "Using a handheld computer in front of the library; the books will cry."

He naturally used Malay.

Wu Jingjing stood up in surprise, put down the PDA in her hand, and smiled happily: "Chen Yi! When did you learn Malay? Oh, your pronunciation is very standard."

Most of her happiness came from Malay, and the rest came from Chen Yi. Just as men like beautiful women to greet them, beautiful women also like handsome men to pay attention to them, of course, stopping at attention.

Chen Yi felt the Four-pointed Star on his chest had not changed, and politely said a sentence at ease, then smiled: "Malay is not learned."

The Four-pointed Star trembled slightly, as if gaining new shenjia.

Chen Yi suddenly understood. No wonder Holy Knight Grindel Title always said that the older the Holy Knight, the stronger the Divine Art. It turned out that behavior and language conforming to "Faith" could increase the power of Divine Art.

"How could it not be learned?" Perhaps Chen Yi's standard Malay aroused Wu Jingjing's interest in conversation. She looked at Chen Yi with big eyes and smiled: "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you." Chen Yi said categorically.

"Then tell me, how long have you studied Malay?"

"Very short."

"How short?"

"Extremely short."

Wu Jingjing's posture from tempering in the shopping mall was completely wiped away by her pursed lips. She smiled: "You're like a diplomat."

Chen Yi smiled and said: "My family really has the talent for diplomats. Hmm, my grandfather once worked at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

The Four-pointed Star indeed trembled again.

It's really good to tell the truth!

Chen Yi nodded secretly, and the smile on his face became even more kind and solemn.

Wu Jingjing inexplicably felt flustered and said for some reason: "If there's a chance next time, I'll use Chinese, you use Malay, and we can learn from each other. Okay?"

"Okay. Then, see you next time?" Chen Yi was not just casually talking; he must "keep oaths." Of course, if the oath was indeed fulfilled, the more difficult and important the oath, the more shenjia would be gained.

Wu Jingjing said goodbye somewhat shyly, then pretentiously entered the library.

That group of Malaysian international students happened to come out. The chubby girl teased with a smile: "Jingjing isn't bored because the library is too gloomy, right? Were you harassed by a man outside?"

"No." Wu Jingjing denied categorically and said: "Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, and we met a handsome guy." Several girls said one after another.

They were originally classmates, but Wu Jingjing had to take over the family business and did not continue graduate studies, while the other two came to Jiangning University to continue advanced studies. This time, Wu Jingjing came to China to handle business and incidentally gathered together.

Wu Jingjing listened to their laughter and also thought of her several meetings with Chen Yi. First was the sandalwood bed at the cultural relic exhibition, then the archery competition in the gymnasium, and finally the significant improvement of her teammates.

She heard that some athletes wanted to join the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall but were actually refused; Wu Jingjing thought: This really is a puzzling figure.

For no apparent reason, she thought of a family marriage alliance.

A diplomat family sounds pretty good too.

A smile flickered at the corner of Wu Jingjing's mouth, immediately provoking questions from the girls.

Meanwhile, in the wetland park on the other side of the city, Chen Yi began experimenting with "Freedom of Movement" one by one.

Just like the supernatural power of "Comprehend Languages," "Freedom of Movement" is not simply increasing speed; in fact, it does not increase speed at all, but lets a person have the optimal travel experience on any ground — to explain in Chinese terms, it is "walking as if on level ground" anywhere.

This is one of the Divine Arts most commonly chosen by Holy Knights who take the wandering hero as their life goal. Of course, being a wandering hero is much easier than being a commander-type Holy Knight, and the Divine Arts available to choose are also more numerous. For example, among the Six Major Faiths, a national-level Holy Knight like Grendel simply cannot choose "Justice" — where is there justice in war? Among fellow Holy Knights of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, a Holy Knight like Ruoyuan who is not single-mindedly set on being a commander has more choices. By the same principle, a Divine Art like "Mercy" that Yin Senyong intends to choose, if persisted in with the identity of a City-state Knight traveling among city-states, is not too difficult to maintain.

In Jiangning's wetland park, besides the necessary swamp environment, there are also woods, pebble beaches, and shallow rivers. Other places are fine, but when first walking on the swamp ground, Chen Yi broke out in a cold sweat. The history of the Red Army crossing the grasslands tells us that some pits, once you sink in, you cannot climb out.

Even a Combat Skill Level expert, if sunk dozens of meters underground, the trouble would not be small.

But Chen Yi did not sink at all. No matter how deep the mud pool, no matter how strange the weeds, none could entangle his feet; aside from dirtying his pants and shoes, he was completely able to walk leisurely in the swamp.

Finally reaching the depths of the park, Chen Yi took out an automatic rifle and tested the strength of passive Exemption... sure enough it directly "Exempted" it.

The remaining "Grace" then made Chen Yi study carefully for a while.

The Faith Divine Art brought by "Humility and Modesty" should originally be the strongest; it can provide any living person with vitality equivalent to about 10% of their body's own peak state. In other words, although "Grace" cannot resurrect the dead, it can definitely restore flesh and bone.

However, such a powerful Divine Art is not without cost. It mainly consumes two types of offerings: 10% of Faith Power or 10% of flesh and blood.

The consumed Faith Power can be "Humility and Modesty" or other faiths, while the proportion of flesh and blood is freely chosen by the practitioner.

Chen Yi prepared to use "Grace" on his grandfather Chen Zhongguo. Years of hard work and struggle had caused great damage to the old man's health. There were many factors for his gloomy retirement, but declining energy and hidden lifespan hazards were also very important constraints.

If an ordinary white-collar worker's physical condition is 50% healthy, Chen Zhongguo has at most 20%, not even comparable to ordinary elderly people.

Thus the problem arose. To restore his vigorous energy and healthy body, Chen Yi would need to use the Divine Art "Grace" at least 3 times. So the serious question became whether to use Shenjia as the consumable or his own blood as the consumable.

At first glance, as continuously accumulated Shenjia, consuming it now seems the most cost-effective. But changing perspective, continuously accumulated Shenjia is already Chen Yi's greatest reliance; not a single bit can afford to be lost, otherwise Divine Art power would drop greatly.

Then use blood as the offering?

In war, the blood a Knight loses from a single serious injury may exceed 30%, plus blood transfusion supplementation — although ordinary people's blood differs from a Holy Knight's blood, the body has self-regulation function; the only concern is the frequency and timing of transfusions.

But things are far from that simple. The human body's safe blood loss range is 400 milliliters, the shock limit is about 1200 milliliters, and the acute blood loss death limit is about 2000 milliliters. And Chen Yi, with muscles all over, weighs 90 kilograms; calculating by 7% of body weight for blood, total volume is over 8000 milliliters. That is to say, using "Grace" once requires consuming 800 milliliters of blood, 3 times is 2400 milliliters — already exceeding the limit.

"Actually it's a good way to lose weight." Chen Yi sighed in thought. He wasn't worried about blood loss affecting his body; however you put it he's a Holy Knight now, even if he really lost 2400 milliliters at once, recuperating for two or three months would restore him as before, returning to the battlefield in a few weeks wouldn't be strange...

Still, better to do blood transfusion.

Chen Yi considered thus and called his grandfather's secretary, saying he had some ginseng he wanted to give his grandfather to show filial piety. The latter would naturally arrange a health doctor.

He wasn't being "dishonest" either; the ginseng would definitely be given, showing filial piety is not wrong, the gods would not blame him.

The power of "Grace" is extremely fierce. Its so-called 10% is an individual's peak state; even used on a Holy Knight, it can restore 10% of their body's vitality. Of course, what is consumed is also 10% of the practitioner's total blood volume.

For a nearly 80-year-old old man, restoring 10% of his body's peak vitality equals increasing his vitality by one or two times, but for Chen Zhongguo, to make him energetic like a healthy 80-year-old, or a 60-year-old retiree, won't do.

A country's work is extraordinarily heavy, and never finished no matter how you do it — with equivalent methods and intelligence, abundant energy naturally takes all advantages, at least able to meet a few more people, handle a few more matters, control a few more points of power. Everyone says Zhuge Liang handling everything personally is too foolish, yet they don't see the enormous reputation and powerful force he gained thereby.

The Chen Family, rise is imminent.

Chen Yi waved his arms and walked into a Chinese medicine shop, shouting: "Boss, slice two pieces of Dan Shen."

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