Chapter 251: Descendants of Knights

"Promotion ceremony?"

When Watson heard Winfrey's promise, he was slightly surprised at first, and then he showed an ecstatic expression. He shouted excitedly: "I will be loyal to you until death, great Saint Morgan. You are the light that guides the direction of our future. You are the thunder that illuminates the confusion in our hearts!"

Winfrey Morgan nodded frequently in satisfaction in the face of this flattery. It is indeed different to talk to cultural people like John. Flattering makes people feel much more comfortable, instead of being like those poor people who have joined the church or are even illiterate, who only know how to raise their arms and shout: "You are so smart", "You are so wise", "You are so awesome", etc. These monotonous and meaningless descriptions.

"John, go back and have a good rest tonight, calm down the agitation of your mind, balance the relationship between desire and reason, and don't lose control during the ceremony tomorrow night."

Winfres said caring words, but he was not worried that John would lose control of his reason because of the continuous surge of the power of the rules.

Since he stepped through the Stag Gate and awakened the third mark, the light of the lamp in his skull has become more and more condensed, and the glow shines wherever it passes, as if all hidden things will be exposed.

He can even see the foundation of the lowest level of human soul, the nine types of soul quality that constitute life, just like the health of the other party's organs and bones can be observed when dissecting the body.

In Winfres's view, John's soul consciousness, soul perseverance and soul law are far stronger than ordinary people-even in the field of vision of the pupil light, they are just two slightly larger blurry light balls, and the specific size cannot be seen, which means that the other party's future limit and achievement cannot be predicted.

But he clearly understood that such a soul quality that obviously surpassed that of ordinary people was enough to show that John's future achievements in the secret transmission path would definitely be far better than other ordinary people under his control.

Those stupid guys whose soul quality was only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, two promotion ceremonies were already the limit of their endurance, and at most they could only be promoted to the false pseudo-third level.

If they continued to forcefully contact higher forbidden knowledge, their weak souls would eventually be unable to accommodate the overly powerful secret transmission nature, just like a rubber balloon filled with too much liquid, bursting with a bang, the light in their skulls overflowing into the void, and only instinctive thinking remained in their deformed bodies.

But John was different. His soul quality was enough to prove that he was a truly qualified person. At least he could withstand the impact of the principle power of three promotion ceremonies, and thus be promoted to a powerful fifth-level secret transmitter - this was already the highest level that mortals in the world could reach. If they wanted to continue to climb up, they had to step over the Stag Gate.

Or he could use the energy of various ancient instruments to increase the "amount" of secret mana, but that was just a false expansion phase that could not know the secrets of a higher level. If he faced a knower who had awakened the third mark, the vain mana obtained from external objects was simply vulnerable.

He looked at John, who had already shown a completely submissive attitude, and his inner joy was even greater. He was able to subdue such an excellent thug, and after expelling the curse in Anna's body and completely solving his own troubles... it was time to let go and do a big job!

He patted his future sharp sword on the shoulder as if to encourage, "John, work hard, your future will definitely be limitless!"

Watson also nodded heavily in cooperation, "Well! I will definitely not let you down!"

"Well, John, go back and rest, I'll talk to Leonardo for a few more words."

Watson stepped back silently and left, and Leonardo, who had been standing next to him, looked at the hypocritical posturing of this pair of "good leaders and good subordinates", and couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

It's a pity that such a good seedling was discovered by the sanctimonious Winfreys first, and the seeds of mind control were planted... John Watson's life is really a waste.

But he naturally would not really show this regret on his face. No matter how disgusted he was in his heart, he had to at least pretend to maintain false respect and courtesy between each other.

So Leonardo just smiled and watched Watson leave. When the door closed by itself, he said: "Congratulations, Mr. Morgan, not only did you eliminate a latent traitor, but you also gained the full trust of a loyal believer."

Winfreys did not smile as well as he did when facing John just now, facing Leonardo, who ostensibly came to the Crossroads Order to study the secret of the heart and help the order build work, but secretly also served as a supervisor of his work. He just put on a polite smile on his face and sat down behind his desk.

"Thank you Mr. Leonardo for helping to monitor John's schedule today. Did you find anything unusual?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Morgan. John Watson invited Melanie to a restaurant for a date. After the meal, he immediately took her to a hotel and fought for three rounds before he was willing to attack... I mean, Mr. Morgan, you obviously need to pay attention to the physiological problems of the believers. You can't just let the wolf eat grass without giving it some meat to smell."

"Hahaha, John actually paid this much for the mission? It seems that I really need to pay attention to his personal problems." Winfreys also catered to the other party's bad taste and made a joke. While smiling hypocritically, he opened the drawer under the table and took out ten 10mm×150mm test tubes. The transparent tubes contained a clear yellow viscous liquid, which seemed to be glowing under the dim oil lamp.

"This is the share handed over to your society this week, a total of 1175 ml of third-level vitality potion. The life force contained in it is enough to repair the fatal injuries suffered by any third-level secret messenger into harmless minor injuries. , as long as the last breath is left and has not been completely swallowed, the life can be snatched back from the hands of death... However, if you want to fully recover from the injury, you still need to cooperate with follow-up treatment. "

"And this drug cannot be injected multiple times in a short period of time. Only drinking one thousand milliliters within seven days will have the best effect. Continuous drinking within three weeks will not only increase drug resistance, but may even cause ADHD due to excessive exposure to the power of the mind. Waiting for side effects.”

Winfreth once again repeated the shortcomings of this third-level vitality liquid, trying to prevent these partners from blaming the Crossroads Order for all the adverse effects after improper use.

Leonardo saw through this guy's mind at a glance. He picked up the ten test tubes and put them into the ebony box still stained with blood. "Mr. Morgan, don't worry, if it is caused by improper use on our side, we will I definitely won’t blame you, but if you deliberately concealed other adverse effects and didn’t disclose them...hehe, then I can’t say what happened next.”

"I'm leaving. I'll take leave from tomorrow's day shift. When I'm free in the evening, I'll go to your headquarters to observe and learn how to dilute the medicine." Leonardo put away his things and waved goodbye.

Winfreth watched the lazy figure leave, and his stiff smile immediately cooled down, but even though he was filled with anger, he did not dare to vent his anger on Leonardo.

After all...this crooked guy is the descendant of twelve great knights!