Chapter 167 The Holy Object

"Okay." Cresta Sesima nodded, leaned forward a little and said, "Then you swear by the sacred object."

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

holy thing? Is that the holy artifact that made you known as the "Goddess Sword"? Klein watched curiously the every move of the senior deacon in front of him.

Crestel put the box on his lap, and his dark green eyes instantly turned dark black.

He raised his right hand and pressed it down. Suddenly, something shattered and disintegrated on the surface of the silver-white box like a piano box, and subsided like a tide.

Almost at the same second, Klein felt that all the surrounding Huimangs were attracted to him, and were drawn into the box.

So he saw that the alchemy room was pitch black, except for the elegant gas lamp surrounded by metal grids, and the silver-white box, the scene was extremely strange.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the core of the Nighthawks, Crestai Sesima, one of the nine senior deacons, opened the box, revealing a pure white bone sword inside.

That's right, the bone sword. Klein intuitively thought that its main material was bone when he saw this short sword less than one meter long!

In the dark alchemy room with gas lamps burning silently, the dagger quietly exudes a pure white and moist radiance, like a comforting moon hanging high in the middle of the night, like a sign in a storm out direction lighthouse.

Its surface looks pure and flawless, but if you look closely, you will find layers of symbols and logos densely covered in the depths, and these mysterious patterns and the sword body form an inseparable whole.

Klein looked at the holy sword, and suddenly realized that he couldn't move his eyes away!

His vision was sucked in, and the brown eyes slowly lost their luster.

At this time, Crestel moved the box upwards, causing the pure white dagger to leave its original position.

Klein woke up suddenly, and finally broke free from the nightmare that he was watching but couldn't avoid.

He turned his eyes to the side and asked solemnly:

"Your Excellency, do you need me to put my hand on this holy sword?"

"Yes, come here." Crestel's voice seemed to be reciting a bedside book and singing a lullaby.

Klein stood up, squinted his eyes, and moved over in small steps. Because it was too dark, he couldn't even see the legs and feet of the senior deacon in front of him and the pair of slightly old leather boots.

"Stop." Crestel said calmly.

Klein paused, stood on the spot, quickly glanced at the pure white bone sword out of the corner of his eye, and then moved away in fear.

Following the memory of that short second, he bent his back, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it accurately on the holy sword.

The cold and non-piercing feeling was transmitted to his brain through his skin, instantly soothing the distracting thoughts and worries in his heart, just like coming to the countryside after the hustle and bustle, sitting on the roof and smelling the harvest , quietly looking up at the night, looking up at the starry sky.

"You chant after me." Crestel said in a deep voice.

"OK.

Klein nodded.

Then, he heard the senior deacon in front of him speak in Hermes language:

"The Goddess of the Night, loftier than the stars and older than eternity;"

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

"I, Klein, from now on, I will never disclose the corresponding details to those who don't know the 'acting method'."

"If you violate it, you will be punished."

"Please bear witness to my oath."

Klein restrained all kinds of thoughts, followed senior deacon Sesima, and solemnly recited the oath in Hermes language.

Vaguely, he felt that he had established a subtle and subtle connection with that pure white bone sword and an existence in the infinite distance.

Withdrawing his right hand, he drew the crimson moon on his chest:

"Praise the goddess!"

"Praise the goddess!" Crestel smiled and saluted.

Immediately afterwards, he snapped the lid shut, and pressed his right hand heavily and slowly.

The darkness was instantly lit up, and the light of the gas lamp once again filled the room.

Klein saw Senior Deacon Sesima's eyes that had been stained with deep black turned back to dark green at the same time.

He sat back on his high-backed chair, frowned slightly, and said in doubt:

"How to act?"

Crestel cleared his throat, and instead of answering the question directly, he said with a smile:

"You may be a little confused and puzzled by what I'm going to say next, but I won't explain why, because it involves the secrets of the church."

You are only qualified to know when you become an archbishop or a senior deacon... Klein looked at His Excellency Sesima, who turned up his collar, and answered in his heart.

"You will not be allowed to know until you become the archbishop or senior deacon and become the core of the church." Crestel emphasized.

Klein nodded solemnly and solemnly.

Crestel put the silver box back at his feet, crossed his right leg and said:

"In the long history, generations of Extraordinary geniuses in the church have gradually figured out the way to avoid losing control to the greatest extent."

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

Glancing at Klein's thoughtful expression, Crestel continued:

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

"Similar to my 'Seer's Rules'?" Klein seized the opportunity to ask.

This is not as easy to understand as the explanation I gave to "justice" and "The Hanged Man"... At the same time, he silently complained in his heart

"Yes." Crestel gave an affirmative answer, "When we abide by the corresponding rules of conduct, it seems that we become the group described by the name of the potion, that is to say, we are 'playing' the potion The profession pointed to by the name, well, this is the 'acting method', you have to remember that everyone's spirituality is special and unique, and compared with people who have taken the same potion, the core part of the rules of behavior that need to be followed is different. will change, but the corresponding boundaries have their own characteristics and will not be similar, so the experience of others can only be used as a reference."

This is the key point that I didn't know I didn't discover... Klein said sincerely:

"Thank you for reminding me, I will remember."

Crestel smiled and said:

"It's the accumulated experience of generations."

"After using the 'acting 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 To get a unique, wonderful feeling, understand?"

"I understand. Digestion, this word is very appropriate..." Klein pretended to be thinking.

After Crestel explained in detail for a while, he thought about it and asked:

"Your Excellency Sesima, since the name of the potion is the key, the key, how did the original Extraordinary obtain them? I heard it was a blasphemy on the stone tablet?"

"Yes, this statement is correct." Creste replied frankly, "But the above records are all ancient names, and the derivation of the name of the potion later came from 'divine enlightenment', and some came from the summary of the Extraordinary itself .”

Klein nodded slowly, pursed his lips and said:

"Your Excellency Sesima, since the 'acting method' is so effective, why doesn't the Church tell every Nighthawk?"

"As I said, this is the secret of the church, and you will understand the reason when you become the archbishop or senior deacon." Creste replied seriously, "Okay, you go back upstairs first and inform the other night watchmen Or, let them come down one by one, I will carry out the last step of the investigation."

Is this to prevent Fry and the others from revealing the "acting method"? Klein got up thoughtfully, and left according to the etiquette among the Nighthawks.

He walked through the corridor, along the stairs, and returned to the Blackthorn Security Company. He saw Dunn sniffing a pipe at the entrance to the ground, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Klein took the initiative to say:

"There should be no problem. Your Excellency Sesima asked me to inform Frye that they should talk one by one."

"Well, this is the last step, which also means that there is no problem before." Dunn put away his pipe and went to the Nighthawks entertainment room to tell the story.

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

"Captain, do you want to replace Luo Yao, who is on duty at Chanis Gate, and Leonard, who monitors the madhouse? By the way, there is also Keenli who is on vacation."

Dun En was startled, pinched his forehead and said:

"I forgot……"

He paused, then smiled again: "However, things won't be too complicated. One of the benefits of the senior deacon's personal inspection is that he doesn't need to send telegrams to the church, and he doesn't need to carry out cumbersome paperwork. Give the conclusion, and the formula and main ingredients of the 'clown' potion will be given to you."

"That's not bad." Klein couldn't help looking forward to what was about to happen.

…………

An hour and a half later, after Keenli walked out of the alchemy room with a dignified expression and obvious doubts, Klein was called into the ground again, and once again faced the senior deacon, "Goddess Sword", Crestai Sesima.

This time, the golden-brown-haired, dark-green-eyed Your Excellency did not sit down, but stood there, letting the coolness of the ground slightly blow his black windbreaker.

Crestel's double collar stood up high, hiding his chin in shadow.

He looked at Klein, smiled slightly and said:

"Nighthawk Klein Moretti, in the name of the goddess, I solemnly inform you that you have passed the test of the Holy Church."

"Congratulations, with your meritorious deeds, you can now be promoted and become a Sequence 8 Extraordinary!"