Whispering Verse

Because of the unique inheritance of ring magicians in the spiritual order, the eyes of the nuns who are qualified to wear silver crown eye patches can capture spirituality that cannot be seen with the naked eye. Therefore, even churches and colleges cannot capture the narrow one-way entrances that have appeared in Fort Midhill, but spiritual orders can.

This is why they once saved people who strayed into it, but the church could not immediately rescue Priest Augustus.

The Order needs some time to find a usable entrance in the city, and after fixing it, allows single people to enter.

What Shade needs to do is to provide 3,000 pounds of ritual materials and let the [Spiritual Cult] make the ceremony, using a method similar to "channeling", so that Shade can also enter the area where life and death are ambiguous.

Holding the priest's personal belongings, Shade was able to find Priest August inside the strange area, and then the cult was able to pull both men out.

In this method, 3,000 pounds is not a problem at all. The other four people in the team can pool their money and let him reimburse the priest after rescuing it. Moreover, the nun asked Shade to send the money within a week, so there is no rush. It is not difficult to find personal items for priests. The holy symbol pendant that Shade picked up can be used. The only risk is that Shade needs to enter that dangerous area, and only he can enter. Strangers cannot rely on rituals to find Priest August.

Although Shade had only promised the other three members of the group not to enter there easily a few hours ago, now that he had obtained the method, he was unwilling to back down.

Sister Devlin introduced the entire rescue process to Shade in detail and explained the possible dangers of doing so. If you are not careful, Shade will get lost in that field and wait for others to rescue him.

"Mr. John Watson, I cannot estimate the risk of doing this. You must think carefully before making a decision."

"Don't think about it, Sister Devlin, please prepare for the ceremony. I will raise the money later."

Shade shook his head. Priest August was one of the few friends he had in this world, and Priest August was also a good person worth saving. He still has a drop of divinity in his soul that he has not used yet. When the last resort comes, he will use his divinity to transform into a god to reverse everything.

The nun was silent for a while:

"Mr. Watson, there are very few people like you nowadays."

"No need to praise me, maybe I will regret it in the future, but at least now I want to do it."

Shade sighed, thinking that when he rescued the priest and asked him to treat him to dinner, he might be able to improve the quality of the restaurant he chose:

"Sister Devlin, speaking of which, is the local church planning something big? The reason why my friend, Priest Augustus, is here on a business trip, he can't even figure out."

He thought about this again, and half of the nun's face under the blindfold showed a peaceful smile again:

"The local church has been busy with other things since last winter. They want to hold a large-scale magical ceremony locally. Your friend, the old priest, was probably summoned for this reason."

"Large ceremony?"

Shade nodded. He had not heard any news about this. Even the priest himself did not know why he was here on a business trip. Although priests are considered "ordinary people" by the church, these older and devout clergy can also play an important role in magical rituals through prayer. Therefore, the statement of "large-scale magical rituals" is very credible:

"As far as I know, the Five Gods Church has dispatched no less than 100 clergy from various dioceses in the Old World to the local area. If there are just so many ordinary senior clergy, it is hard for me to imagine what they are going to do. "

Ms. Michelle shook her head slightly, and the [Spiritual Cult] was also investigating this matter.

After getting the information he wanted, Shade wanted to say goodbye and leave. Tomorrow morning the [Spiritual Cultivation Group] will deliver the information about [The Narrow Room of Life and Death] to the House of the Blind, and the search for the border entrance and the ceremony will probably take place within a day or two.

But Sister Devlin asked Shade to stay a little longer. She still had things to do:

"I heard Sister Michelle say that you have extremely pure moonlight. So, can I use my eyes to check the light on you?"

The tone of her voice when she made the request was exactly the same as when she was talking to Shade, and there was no emotion at all.

"sure."

The other party has helped so much, so naturally he will not refuse such a humble request.

So Shade sat on the sofa and looked at the gray-haired nun.

The latter lowered her head and carefully took off the silver crown. When she raised her head again, there was no longer a metal eyepatch blocking her eyes, and Shade could really see the other person's appearance clearly. She is indeed beautiful, and unlike the witches who have a beauty that transcends ordinary humans, the nun has a weird pale beauty.

"excuse me."

She whispered, then opened her eyes.

Shade looked over inquiringly, and what he saw was a pair of dull black eyes. If you look carefully, the eyeballs are cloudy and the black eyes seem to be faded. It is difficult to distinguish the boundaries between the eyeballs and the whites of the eyes. This should be some kind of special genetic disease, somewhat similar to cataracts.

In other words, this Sister Devlin is actually a truly blind person.

Shade thought to himself, then realized that it was not polite to stare. When he looked away, he also guessed that since the other party was really blind, what kind of "seeing" was he using to see after taking off the blindfold.

"It is indeed beautiful."

When Shade was thinking wildly, the gray-haired nun suddenly said:

"Such a bright silver moon, quiet, serene and pure, reminds me of watching the silver moon in the mountains and forests on the quietest night."

She closed her eyes and put on her blindfold again. She did not continue to comment on the light on Shade's body, but asked a somewhat abrupt question:

"Mr. John Watson, do you know anything about the Ancient Gods?"

"of course I know."

Shade raised his eyebrows, not understanding why the other party suddenly mentioned this topic:

"As far as I know, the ancient gods are the original and oldest thirteen gods in this world."

"Yes, the ancient gods are different from all the gods today. They do not symbolize a single or opposing thing. Each ancient god corresponds to a considerable amount of power."

"I also know this. The 'lady' from Tobesk once mentioned that the dark ancient god has the power of darkness, error, history, etc."

"Because of what happened some time ago, the seventh witch in Tobesk should know this. So do you know the meaning of [Moon]?"

The nun asked again, and Shade nodded again:

"It's simple, the moon, the night, the recorder."

The nun had put on the blindfold and still said in that calm tone:

"And death."

"die?"

Shade never expected this.

"To be precise, it is to 'guide death'. The powers of the ancient gods sometimes overlap subtly. Night has been inseparable from the concept of death since ancient times. Opposite to the sun, which symbolizes light, heat, and the living, the moon Corresponding to darkness, coldness, and the dead. Mainstream occultism believes that the red moon represents flesh and blood and reproduction, the yellow moon is the moon itself and guides the direction, and the silver moon is sacred and purifying. But in fact, the oldest moon, the silver moon."

Shade glanced at Sister Devlin.

"It is also regarded by people as a symbol to guide death at night, which is also the [Pluto Moon] in divination theory."

"But among the ancient gods, there are gods of death."

Shade said that he knew the Rhodes card [Creation·Death].

"Yes, the ancient god [Ancient Death], the original death god. He represents the purest death, end and nothingness, there is no doubt about this."

In the morning, Mr. Edmond from Coldwater Port also mentioned the [Ancient Death].

The nun whispered softly, and Shade looked at each other hesitantly, suspecting that the [Spiritual Church] might be a group of extraordinary people who have believed in the [Ancient Death God] or the [Silver Moon Sage] since ancient times, just like the group that has believed in [Mr. Huan] since ancient times. The Society of Prophets.

But before he could decide whether to ask the other party, his chest suddenly felt hot.

"Um?"

It was the badge that could determine the witch's power that was generating heat, and judging from the heat, it wasn't a woman with witch power nearby, but a great witch.

Although he was surprised, Shade's expression remained normal. While feeling the heat change of the badge on his chest, he continued to talk to Sister Devlin about the local legends and stories of Fort Midhill.

The heat in my chest became more and more obvious, but it never got completely close. Ten minutes after Shade noticed the appearance of the big witch, there was a knock on the door, and the club maid opened the door after getting permission:

"Ms. Devlin, my mother-in-law is here and waiting for you in her room."

"I see."

The nun stood up and nodded slightly to Shade:

"Mr. Watson, I still have some things to do."

"It doesn't matter, I have to do my own thing next. You go first, and I will leave after I drink this cup of tea."

He picked up the tea cup in front of him because he was actually worried about meeting the great witch Cassandra on the stairs.

"Okay, after nine o'clock tomorrow morning, you can go to the Home for the Blind to get information."

With that, the nun left the room.

After the door closed and the footsteps faded away, Shade stood up with a teacup in hand and came to the window of this relatively plainly decorated room to look out the window.

Continuous mountains undulate in the distance, and the mist that appears halfway up the mountains goes all the way down until it covers the villages at the foot of the mountains. This mountain scene cannot be seen from Tobesk or Coldwater Harbor. The city of Fort Midhill itself was also shrouded in the gray fog released by the steam plant. The two fogs met at the foot of the mountain, but did not completely merge together.

It was Friday afternoon, two days had passed since Priest August's accident. Shade sincerely hopes that by this time next week, the priest will have returned safely.