“Oh!” Franklin Baker exclaimed in surprise. With David Clark’s physical condition, not only did he come out unscathed after encountering a pack of wolves, he even killed several gray wolves. It seemed that David Clark’s archery skills were quite impressive—the wounds on the gray wolf corpses were obvious, and each wolf had more than one arrow wound. To be able to hit the same target with multiple arrows while facing several at once required not only accuracy, but also speed.

Thinking about it, this seemed quite reasonable. If David Clark didn’t have some real ability, he wouldn’t be able to survive in this place, let alone become the last person left at the pioneer camp.

“But the days ahead are going to be troublesome.” Although David Clark’s strength had increased greatly and Franklin Baker himself was a powerful paladin, so he wasn’t worried about a direct confrontation with the wolves, wolf packs often retaliated with endless, day-and-night ambushes. Even if the two of them could handle it, being harassed constantly would still be annoying.

Of course, Franklin Baker was well aware of wolf behavior. There were such creatures in the world of Azeroth as well: “It really is a hassle!”

But the strong Franklin Baker wasn’t worried. If the wolves thought they could ambush him while he was chopping wood, they were gravely mistaken! Even if Franklin Baker stood there and let the gray wolves take a couple of bites, he still wouldn’t be the one to fall in the end.

As for David Clark, even though his archery was decent, his physical strength was average. If he were suddenly ambushed, he might be in danger.

Thinking of this, Franklin Baker made a suggestion that made David Clark very happy: “I possess a special kind of power, one that can help you deal with all sorts of trouble more effectively. If you’re interested, I can teach you how to master this power… If you can learn to use it, you won’t have to worry about the gray wolves in the forest anymore.”

When David Clark had said those things earlier, he had indeed intended to steer the conversation toward ‘the Light’. His original plan was to bring up the topic, and then, once Franklin Baker mentioned the Light, express his desire to learn it.

He didn’t think Franklin Baker would refuse, because the Church of the Light was a very open-minded order. Under Archbishop Alonsus Faol’s leadership, the priests of the church had always worked hard to spread the way of the Light throughout Azeroth. Basically, if you wanted to learn, they were willing to teach.

And before becoming a paladin, Franklin Baker had also been a priest in the Church of the Light. Spreading doctrine and teaching believers about the Light had been his job.

Given all this, the chances of Franklin Baker refusing David Clark’s request to learn the Light were extremely low.

Unexpectedly, things went even more smoothly than David Clark had anticipated—Franklin Baker took the initiative to offer to teach David Clark the Light.

“Oh? What kind of power is it?”

“It’s a power full of warmth and light, a force of justice that can heal wounds, cure diseases, and also help you fight against evil… Of course, it’s also effective against ordinary beasts.”

In the world of Azeroth, the Light was one of the fundamental elements that made up the world, but that didn’t mean that ‘the Light’ didn’t exist outside that world. After all, many worlds had ‘light’ as a basic element.

This kind of energy generally had positive, uplifting properties, though that didn’t necessarily mean it was inherently just—something David Clark understood well.

But he wasn’t about to debate with Franklin Baker about what the Light truly was at this moment. He quietly played the role of a Light novice, listening to Franklin Baker describe the wonders of the Light, along with the occasional teachings of the Church of the Light.

Through Franklin Baker’s explanations, David Clark learned that the Church of the Light was an organization that encouraged people to do good and face life positively. The priests of the church worked hard to help those in need—whether it was resolving family disputes, fighting bandits and bullies, or even confronting world-threatening evil forces.

Because performing good deeds was the best way to gain the Light’s favor and thus master this miraculous power, at this point in Azeroth’s history, users (followers) of the Light and agents of justice were essentially one and the same.

“After all that, you should have a basic understanding of the Light.” Franklin Baker had said a lot, mainly to ensure that David Clark understood the Light well enough before beginning real instruction.

After explaining how to attune oneself to the Light, Franklin Baker looked rather uncertain: “But I’m not sure if you’ll be able to sense the Light… Do you want to try now?”

The two of them were no longer in Azeroth, and he had no idea how far this world was from Azeroth. He truly wasn’t sure whether David Clark could master the Light.

He had a few guesses about David Clark learning the Light: David Clark might gradually sense the Light after diligent study; David Clark might never be able to sense the Light no matter how hard he tried; or David Clark might have extraordinary talent and quickly attune to the Light.

In any case, he didn’t think David Clark would succeed on his first try.

But when David Clark knelt on one knee, back straight, hands resting on his knee, closed his eyes, and focused on sensing the Light, something completely unexpected happened: a golden glow slowly began to radiate from David Clark, at first barely noticeable, then growing clearer and brighter, until he was soon enveloped in golden light.

And as a paladin, Franklin Baker was more familiar with this light than anyone.

“This… how is this possible?”

Not only had David Clark mastered the Light on his very first attempt, but what baffled Franklin Baker even more was—what exactly did this scene before him mean?