Lord of the Mysteries

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"Okay." Crested Sesima turned his head and leaned forward a little. "Then you swear by the holy things."

While speaking, he bent over and lifted the silver-white box at his feet.

Holy things? Is that sacred object that makes you known as the "Sword of the Goddess"? Klein was curiously watching the every move of the senior deacon in front of him.

Crested put the box on the lap, and the dark green eyes turned dark.

He lifted his right hand and pressed it down. The surface of the box-like silver-white box suddenly broke and collapsed, and the tide subsided.

Almost at the same second, Klein felt that the surrounding Huimang was all attracted to the past and attracted to the box.

So he saw that the alchemy room was dark, except for the elegant gas lamp itself surrounded by the metal grid. Except for the box that was filled with silver and white, the scene was very different.

Snapped!

In the crisp sound, the core of the night, one of the nine senior deacons, Cresté Sesima opened the box and revealed a pure white bone sword placed inside.

Yes, the bone sword, just saw this short sword less than one meter, Klein intuitively thinks that its main material is bone!

In the alchemy room where the gas lamp is silently burning but dark and dull, the short sword quietly exudes a pure white, moist and radiant look, like a moon hanging high in the middle of the night, like a sign in the storm. Out of the lighthouse.

Its surface seems to be pure and flawless, but if you look closely, you will find layers of symbols and logos in the depths, and these mysterious patterns and the blade constitute an inseparable whole.

Klein looked at the holy sword and suddenly found that he could not move his eyes!

His gaze was sucked in, and the brown eyelids slowly lost their luster.

At this time, Crestel moved up the box and left the white dagger away from the original position.

Klein was awake and finally broke free from the nightmare that he couldn't escape from his eyes.

He turned his eyes to the side and solemnly asked:

"Hello, do you need me to press my hand on this holy sword?"

"Yes, come over." Crestel's voice is like mourning a pillow book and singing a lullaby.

Klein stood up, tilted his eyes, and moved a small step in a small step. Because it was too dark, he couldn't even see the legs and feet of the senior deacon in front and the pair of slightly outdated boots.

"Stop." Crested calmly opened.

Kleinton stayed in the footsteps, stood in the same place, quickly aimed at the pure white bone sword with the corner of his eye, and then moved away with fear.

Following the short one second of memory, he bent down his back and extended his right hand, accurately pressing on the holy sword.

The ice-cooling, non-stabbing feeling is transmitted to his brain through his skin, so that the distracting thoughts and worried emotions in his heart are instantly smoothed, just like when he comes to the countryside behind him, sitting on the roof and smelling the harvest. Looking quietly at the night, looking up at the stars.

"You follow me," Crestel said quietly.

"Okay." Klein nodded.

Then he heard the senior deacon in front of him change to the Hermes language:

"The goddess of the night that is more noble than the stars, and longer than the eternal;"

"I swear to you with my real name and my spirituality."

"I, Klein, from now on, I will never disclose the details to those who don't know the ‘playing the law.'”

"If you violate it, let you punish."

"Please witness my vows."

Klein converges on all sorts of minds, followed by the senior deacon of Sesima, and swears in the Hermes language.

In the vagueness, he felt that he and the pure white bone sword, and a certain existence in infinity, established a subtle concealed connection.

Retracting his right hand, he painted a red moon on his chest:

"Like beautiful god!"

"Like beautiful gods!" Crestel smiled and followed the ceremony.

Then he slammed the lid and pressed his right hand heavily and slowly.

The black lacquer was lighted and the light from the gas lamp filled the room again.

Klein saw that the senior deacon of Sesima had dyed the dark black eyes and restored the dark green at the same time.

He stepped back and sat down on his high back chair, frowning slightly, wondering:

"Playing the law?"

Crestel cleared her throat and did not answer the question directly, but smiled:

"What I am going to say next, you may be confused, it will be a bit puzzled, but I will not explain why, because it involves the secret of the church."

When you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you are qualified to know... Klein, who is looking at the opposite side of the collar, has replied in his heart.

"When you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you become the core of the church, you are allowed to know." Crestel emphasized.

Klein was busy and serious and nodded.

Crestel put the silver box back to his feet and picked up his right leg:

"In the long history, the genius of the extraordinary people of the church generations has gradually explored the most ways to avoid getting out of control."

"And the core of this approach is the name of the potion, it is not only the key, but also the key."

Looking at Klein's thought-like expression, Cresset continued:

"We found that the names of potions all point to a certain group, and the corresponding groups have similar and unique behavior patterns. In simple terms, the name of the potion contains some specific rules, and different potion names contain Different rules, when we strictly abide by the rules contained in our own potions, the risk of losing control is minimized."

“Similar to my ‘Divination Code’?” Klein seized the opportunity to ask.

This is not yet easy for me to explain the "justice" and "downside down"... At the same time, he silently spits in his heart.

"Yes." Crested gave a positive reply. "When we follow the rules of conduct, it seems to be the group that describes the name of the potion, that is, we are 'playing' the potion The name points to the occupation, um, this is the 'playing method'. You have to remember that everyone's spirituality is special and unique. Compared with those who take the same potion, the core part of the rules of conduct that need to be observed is not Will change, the corresponding boundaries have their own characteristics, will not be similar, therefore, the experience of others can only be used as a reference."

This is why I don't know the key points I didn't find... Kline said sincerely:

"Thank you for your reminder, I will remember."

Crestel smiled and said:

"This is a cumulative experience from generation to generation."

"Using the 'playing method', we are not only mastering the potion, but also digesting it, just like digesting the food we eat. When you really digest the potion and digest the residual spiritual influence, you will Get a unique, wonderful feeling, understand?"

"I understand. Digest, the word is very appropriate..." Klein pretended to be thinking.

When Crestel explained it in detail, he asked:

"Her, Sesimema, since the name of the potion is the key, it is the key, how did the original extraordinary people get them? I heard that it was recorded by the slate?"

"Yes, this statement is correct." Crested calmly replied, "But all the records mentioned above are ancient names. Later, the derivation of the name of the potion came from 'God', and some came from the summary of the extraordinary. ""

Klein slowly nodded and snorted:

"Lord Sesima, since the 'playing the law' is so effective, why doesn't the church tell every night?"

"I said, this is the secret of the church. When you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you can understand why." Crestel replied, "Well, you should go back upstairs and inform other nights." Let them come down one by one, I will take the final step of the examination."

Is this to let Frye also not be able to reveal "playing the law"? Klein got up thinking and left according to the etiquette of the night.

He walked through the corridor, along the steps, back to the Black Thorns Security Company, and saw that Dunn was sniffing the pipe at the bottom of the underground, and I wondered how long it had been waiting.

The corner of the mouth was tilted, and Klein took the initiative to say:

"There should be no problem, and Lord Sesima asked me to inform Frye that they would talk to each other."

"Well, this is the last step, which also means that there is no problem in front." Dunn put away the pipe and went to the night entertainment room to repeat the matter.

Watching Frye and Siga deep into the ground, Klein suddenly remembered something and said quickly:

"Captain, is it necessary to replace the Loyan, who monitors the Chanis Gate, and monitor Leonard, who is in charge of the madhouse? Yes, there is also Cohenli on vacation."

Dunn groaned and squeezed the forehead:

"I forgot……"

He paused and smiled lowly: "However, things are not too complicated. One of the benefits of the senior deacons personally examining is that instead of taking a telegram to the church, there is no need to carry out cumbersome paperwork. Give your conclusions and you will be able to give you the formula and main materials of the 'Clown' potion."

"It's not bad." Klein struggled to expect something to happen.

............

After an hour and a half, after Kornley, who had obvious doubts in his expression, walked out of the alchemy room, Klein was shouted into the ground and once again confronted the senior deacon, "The Sword of the Goddess", Crestel Sesima.

This time, the golden-brown-haired green-eyed lord did not sit any longer, but stood there, letting the coolness of the ground slightly blow his black trench coat.

Crested's two collars were tall and standing, hiding his chin in the shadows.

He looked at Klein and smiled slightly:

"The night of the night, Klein Moretti, I solemnly told you in the name of the goddess, you passed the examination of the church."

"Congratulations, with your merits, you can now be promoted and become the extraordinary of Sequence 8!"