Apostle of Cthulhu

In room 606, Si Wei took out his piece of Balem slate from his suitcase.

After each drop of blood, the blood on the Balem slate would evaporate within ten minutes after reaching the node where it should be. The principle is unknown, and not even a trace would be left.

Some people also said that the Balem slate absorbed the blood drops, but no matter how much blood was dropped on it, it would eventually disappear, so the evaporation theory was still the only way to convince the public.

Taking out a knife, Si Wei gently cut his palm and dripped the blood on the initial node of the Balem slate.

Then, the blood moved again on its own and flowed to Si Wei's dream eater.

Si Wei thought that the blood would stop at the first node, but who knew that the blood would directly break through the first node without slowing down at all, and rushed all the way to the second node.

Now, I am already a dream eater at the second node?

In Siwei's memory, no one has ever taught how to improve his sequence nodes, and no one can give a reasonable answer until now. It is said that Professor Curtis's last topic before her disappearance was also to study how to improve the sequence nodes.

Yes, just like other members of the CTHULHU expedition team, as a core figure, Curtis Brandt also suddenly disappeared from the vision of people all over the world for some reason, leaving only the contributions of these years for all mankind to absorb.

I have done very little. According to the facts, the probability of missionary sequence nodes increasing over time does not exist, otherwise everyone can be a missionary of the ninth node.

Could it be that... because I officially became an apostle of Cthulhu, the sequence node has increased?

Siwei alone will definitely not come to the correct conclusion, so he is also prepared to raise this question to the other three apostles at the Old Council when he has the opportunity in the future.

Ta-da.

Once again, someone knocked on Siwei's door.

Opening the door, Wafu stood outside Siwei's door, wearing a casual outfit, his hair was still messy, "Siwei, can you accompany me to do something?"

"Oh? What is it?"

Wafu said: "I ordered some materials at the 'market' before, and today is the delivery date. I may not be able to take it alone... so I need to find someone to accompany me."

To put it bluntly, it's looking for hard labor.

Siwei did not refuse, "Okay, but please wait a moment, I may need to change clothes."

"Okay, okay," Wafu said hurriedly, but within a second after Siwei turned and left, he remembered something important and added, "Remember not to wear too expensive clothes, I think you definitely don't want to get mud on your clothes, right?"

Turning around and giving a reassuring smile, "I understand."

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Siwei didn't take long to change clothes. He changed into a dark shirt that was not easy to get dirty, black trousers, and Siwei put on a windbreaker on the outside, which was considered going out.

It was the transition between October and November, and the wind outside was still a little chilly, otherwise Si Wei would not even put on his windbreaker.

"I'm so sorry! I have to trouble you to go with me to pick up the goods." Wafu's words were full of apology. If it was the old Si Wei, Wafu would never speak like this.

Because Wafu would not look for such a lonely guy to accompany him. If he was tired, he might just throw the goods on the ground.

Si Wei shook his head, "No, this is also my way of expressing my gratitude to you. That pistol and those six whalebone bullets should be made by Nidhogg for you, right?"

"Has anyone told you? Alas! I asked Nidhogg to keep it secret for me, but I didn't expect someone to leak it!"

Is there anything worth keeping secret? Does it become troublesome if the original owner owes someone a favor?

Wafu sighed, "Tell me the truth, Professor Siwei. Before you became like this, we didn't have a good relationship, so it was hard for me to lose face and help you. But Nidhogg said so, and I was embarrassed to refuse, so I asked him to keep it secret for me, so don't misunderstand anything."

The relationship is not good... I heard that whalebone bullets are very valuable. You are really a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

In a few words with Wafu, Siwei found out his personality on the surface. If the real him is the same as he appears on the surface, then he may be a good friend.

The pistol that Wafu gave to Siwei was also very easy for him to use, which helped him solve some difficulties, so he personally hoped that Wafu could be the same as he appeared on the surface.

"Mr. Alexander, what materials can you buy at the market? If you want to make pistols and bullets, there may not be so many things at the market."

Waf shook his index finger, "The so-called 'market' is just a name. After all, it is a place where some contraband is secretly sold behind the back of political institutions. Some 'markets' are really opened in ordinary markets, and they are called this to hide their tracks."

It's the black market...

Siwei defined it in his mind and asked, "Also, can I ask, what do you want to use the materials you bought this time for?"

Waf did not hide it, he chuckled, and whispered mysteriously in Siwei's ear: "I plan to use these materials I bought this time... to create a spiritual ritual of my own!"

"Spiritual ritual?" When it comes to spiritual ritual, Si Wei thought of Ms. Mullin who had shot herself. There was a simple spiritual ritual in her room.

He pinched the coin in his pocket that the bishop gave him. It was cold and hard, and it seemed to still have the taste of "unknown".

Wafu seemed very excited, "Yes! Spiritual ritual! Although some spiritual rituals are indeed dangerous, this thing is also a little different. If you construct the spiritual ritual you want according to different permutations and combinations, you can even prevent your inspiration from improving!"

"Is there such an effect?" Jia Ya had not told Si Wei about this.

"Yes, you know that an inventor like me who needs rational thinking does not need the kind of decadent music that echoes in my ears. I just need to keep my rationality, which is enough. Who cares about the extraordinary abilities of the missionary? You see, if I use a gun loaded with whalebone bullets and shoot him in the head from a distance of dozens of meters... Bang! Isn't he still dead?"

Si Wei kept a deliberate smile, neither denying nor expressing affirmation.

He had seen the fish-man frenzy in Osins Street, so he naturally couldn't say something like Waff.

Even if it was the bee-man Norris met in Port Manburg, Waff couldn't have shot him to death with one shot.

Being too confident is not a good thing; being too modest is the same.

Only by keeping a clear understanding of yourself can you survive... the most important way.