New Gods of North America

It's quite special to hear other people talk about their experiences of being affected by extraordinary powers.

Although Miss Olivia has been trying to restrain herself and stay away from it as much as possible, the repetition of the dream again and again seems to make her become very "concerned" about the piece of slate.

Dealing with this extraordinary item that has no obvious changes but can silently exert influence on people does not seem to be Inissa's strong point.

However, her behavior and ideas still make people feel safe as always.

To use an analogy, it's a bit like someone saying that he encountered a ghost.

Inissa may not be a "magician", but she will try to find a way to solve the problem.

If it were in another time and space, I feel that she would probably be the type of scientific exorcist who would try to dig up the ghost's grave, and if that didn't work, she would pick up the bones and expose them to the sun, and if that didn't work, she would even consider drying the bones and grinding them into powder and scattering them.

At this moment,

Inesa seemed to be really considering whether to do this:

"Items like this that can produce extraordinary effects, whether beneficial or harmful, actually have a certain effect in a certain sense. If the situation permits, it might be better to wait for Lina to come back before dealing with it.

“However, for safety reasons, I will continue to try to reduce its impact without causing any damage.

"If that doesn't work, then it would be best to hand it over to the church's exorcist priests, or consider prying the small ball open and trying to perform some crushing operations on the fragments of the stone slab. This may completely dissipate the extraordinary power contained therein, but it may also make it completely worthless.

Then Wayne also discovered that different people seemed to feel differently after taking holy water.

The holy water would not cause much direct harm to Miss Olivia, but for her, drinking holy water might be like drinking strong liquor, which could make her feel as if her "mind was cleared".

According to Inesa's initial judgment, Miss Olivia is probably an extraordinary person in the field of "knowledge" or "wisdom", and her abilities are more inclined towards the spiritual level.

This does not mean that extraordinary abilities that are biased towards the spiritual level can only appear in the field of "knowledge" or "wisdom".

In areas like "Holy", "Order", "Abyss", and "Darkness", there will also be abilities that tend to act on the spiritual level.

However, the area with the highest appearance rate is still "knowledge" or "wisdom".

Inesa also used this reason to comfort Miss Olivia:

“Perhaps it’s because of the field and the qualities of the abilities that may arise that make you more susceptible to this aspect.

"In mythology, 'Apep' is the embodiment of destruction, chaos, and darkness. According to current classification, his authority should be concentrated in the three areas of 'death', 'abyss', and 'darkness'. He is not a mortal enemy of 'knowledge' or 'wisdom', but is rather close to it.

"At least from the perspective of 'field' alone, there is no necessary harm."

Wayne was no longer a complete novice, and he roughly understood the hidden meaning of what Inesa did not say.

Although it is not "necessarily" harmful, if there really is something like "the legacy of a higher being" in the slate fragments, then it is still hard to say how harmful it is.

Just like a dump truck, it is not a weapon, but when it really wants to run over you, it doesn’t care about your identity or occupation.

By the way, Inissa re-cooked the potion that she had given to Miss Olivia before, and it felt like it had more ingredients and was more concentrated.

…

"Welcome to Georgeburg, Mrs. LaLaurie."

In a manor not far from the city, Delphine LaLaurie stepped out of a semi-enclosed carriage.

Waiting there to greet her was an old man in a priest's robe who looked as if he might fall into the grave at any moment.

After the hood on her head was taken off, Delphine LaLaurie did not rush to pay attention to him. Instead, she raised her head and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling that the afternoon sun was still a little dazzling.

Also getting off the carriage were several men in civilian clothes.

Mrs. LaLaurie looked at them with a hint of disgust, but she did not dare to show it on her face.

She had been escorted all the way here from York State by them. With them around, even the air in the carriage seemed to become turbid.

"You can call me Reverend Pycelle. I'd love to hear that title a few more times now."

The old man had a smile on his wrinkled face. He hunched over and waved his hand softly and slowly, then turned and walked slowly towards the villa. "Come with me. I'll show you where you'll be staying for the time being."

The exorcist in charge of escorting her untied the shackles on Delphine LaLaurie's hands and feet, allowing her to move freely again.

Then, under the indifferent gazes of those church lackeys, she hurriedly followed them in small and quick steps.

"Where are the people you need me to deal with? According to the promise made by Pastor Bazini last night, as long as I cooperate with you, you will not send me to the church prison."

The person in charge of escorting them did not follow, so Mrs. LaLaurie quickly caught up with the old man, slowed down her pace to keep a slightly slower pace, and then she couldn't help but ask.

"Mrs. LaLaurie, you may have misunderstood. That is not the prison of the church, but the prison of the Exorcist Association. Of course, the difference between them may not be important to you."

The old, decayed man was crawling on two legs in front of us like a turtle that could walk upright, speaking slowly and unpleasantly irrelevant words.

Mrs. LaLaurie even began to wonder if the old man's intelligence had become equally rotten.

After entering the annex, Mrs. LaLaurie took a quick look at the interior decoration and felt that it was quite good.

After leaving the sight of others, the old man in front seemed to walk normally again, and even his speech speed no longer sounded as if he might die at any time:

"Mrs. LaLaurie, I'm very curious. Even if you can avoid being sent to prison, what awaits you may be a completely closed monastery. Can you really endure such a life?"

Mrs. LaLaurie blinked, "I know you are different from ordinary church clergy. I will not try to escape again."

"Oh, that's a shame."

The old man laughed an unpleasant sound, and Mrs. LaLaurie frowned slightly.

But what the old man said afterwards sounded somewhat pleasant:

“The shipping in Georgeburg is actually very developed, and many ocean-going ships will stop here for mid-course stops and resupply.

"I believe that a lady as outstanding as you, Mrs. LaLaurie, can start a wonderful life again at any time if she can leave the cage of America. Don't you think so?"

"What do you want me to do?" Mrs. LaLaurie asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

The old man continued to walk ahead with his back hunched:

"Reverend Bazini wants you to help him deal with some people, right? I won't ask for more.

"It's just that I think sometimes it's better to be decisive - human life is actually very fragile, right?"

Mrs. LaLaurie's eyes became sharp. "This conflicts with Pastor Bazzini's request. He emphasized that direct intervention is not allowed. We can only investigate indirectly or induce the other party to make mistakes."

"So he can't promise you a ticket out of America."

The old man stopped and turned around. “You can refuse, or tell anyone what I said today, but it won’t be my loss.”

Mrs. LaLaurie was silent for a moment. "Reverend Pycelle, what do you think I should do?"

Reverend Pycelle nodded with satisfaction and continued walking forward:

"Just follow Pastor Bazzini's instructions. But we all know that sometimes some small 'accidents' are unavoidable."