Chapter 702 The Divine Apostles
?"Father, are you okay?" Isadora's voice trembled with emotion, her eyes swollen with tears as she gazed at Patriarch Rylan. Lyndon nodded in silent agreement with his sister's words.
"Patriarch, you scared us half to death. We were afraid something terrible had happened to you. It's a relief to see you finally awake," Leif's voice carried a mixture of relief and concern. Standing beside him, the other gods' chosen nodded solemnly in agreement.
However, instead of responding, Patriarch Rylan looked around the room. "How long have I been unconscious?" he asked, sighing deeply as he couldn't spot the other two warriors, meaning they had long left.
"You've been unconscious for three hours, Father," Isadora responded.
Hearing her words, Patriarch Rylan sighed again. "I am sorry for making you all worry," he said, stretching his hand towards his daughter to soothe the worry buried deep in her eyes before doing the same to his son.
He then shifted his attention towards Leif and the rest of the gods' chosen, silently nodding to reassure them that he was okay.
Leif sighed in relief, then shifted his attention towards the healer standing at the side.
"Thank you for your help. How should we repay you?" Leif asked.
Even though they had saved some wealth, he wasn't sure if it would be enough for the healer, considering their current location and how much she charged. He figured it was more respectful to ask.
However, the healer unexpectedly shook her head in response. "Don't worry about it. The Healers' Association has already received a message from the Village Chief to provide the Four-eared Elves race with treatment for a full month, so there is nothing to worry about," she responded.
Leif was momentarily stunned. He could feel his heart warming at the kind gestures this place had provided for him and his entire race, especially after such an abrupt entry.
Even Patriarch Rylan, Isadora, Lyndon, and the others couldn't help but sigh in defeat when they heard the healer's words. The sentiment of whether they would have done the same if they were in the Village's shoes was shared by everyone in the room.
However, Ronan couldn't help but furrow his brows as a frown suddenly emerged on his lips.
"Father... Do individuals like this actually exist?" Isadora asked, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at her father.
Patriarch Rylan nodded solemnly. "Yes, they do. However, from what I know, they can only be found in a few places," he replied.
"Where? And how could such a thing even be kept a secret?" Leif interjected, his voice tinged with disbelief.
He struggled to understand how such individuals could exist without anyone, especially someone like him, knowing about them. After all, he was a gods' chosen, so shouldn't he have known or at least heard about their existence if they were real?
It all seemed utterly ridiculous!
Patriarch Rylan noticed the agitating look in their eyes and sighed deeply, "The only information I have is that these Divine Apostles can only be found in the Sanctuaries and among some Grade 3 Runaway Cities," Patriarch Rylan responded.
Hearing Patriarch Rylan's words, Leif, Isadora, Lyndon, and the others gulped nervously.
Divine Apostles!
Sanctuaries!
Grade 3 Runaway Cities!
It suddenly made sense why they had never heard of such words before. These were the only places where a Divine Apostle could be found.
Suddenly, a realization dawned on their faces as they all gazed at Patriarch Rylan in disbelief once more.
"Patriarch, so that warrior..." Leif began, his eyes widening as he fixed his gaze on Patriarch Rylan.
The others present also stared at him wide-eyed, their gazes trembling with fear as the same thought formed within their minds.