Chapter 277: The Rebirth of Winfreys

Winfres frowned slightly and closed the book. The ten or so pages of thin old paper only recorded such an extremely absurd and illogical story.

Ignoring the immortality of the manor owner in the story, the other party's kindness and blessing were so abrupt that there was no reason.

He forgave the knight who killed him without knowing it, and blessed Janarius without knowing it... It seemed that the life of St. Janarius was just imagined by some third-rate writer.

He had also heard of the reputation of St. Janarius, although there was almost no record of his life in contemporary documents.

But legend has it that he was beheaded in the Christian reckoning of the Roman Emperor Diocletian, and then left a bottle of holy blood in the world.

This holy blood is still sealed in a glass container in the Cathedral of Naples. On the first Saturday of May every year, the holy anniversary of September 19, and the special day of December 16, it will be liquefied into fresh saint's blood again.

Although science cannot explain this situation for the time being, Winfreys never thought that the reason for the regular liquefaction of Saint Janario's true blood was just an unwarranted blessing from an unknown manor owner.

Even though he had decided to study the invisible art in order to cure his daughter Anna's curse, the strong rationality consolidated over the years still stubbornly resisted any unscientific views.

But when Winfreys repeatedly chewed the words on the paper in his heart, he always felt that there seemed to be a sense of disparity between the lines that was incompatible with the world, which made him feel from the bottom of his heart that this story should not be like this, and the content of the story should be darker and more terrifying... Did I miss something important?

Suddenly, he felt as if a fleeting spark of inspiration burst out from his heart. He always felt that there was a deeper meaning hidden behind this absurd story, as if it was hinting at something, as if the author was trying to use these words to obscurely reveal some secrets that should not be revealed in the world.

Winfreys read it carefully again, this time he carefully reviewed every sentence and every word, trying to find something special from this crappy story.

Until his eyes fell on the part where the manor's servants played calmly, the author described the lyrics and content of the music in detail, and even wrote the music score... He couldn't help but recite along with the rhythm on the paper, and his toes couldn't help but tap the ground with the beat.

And his grandfather was ready, with his fingertips gently on the trigger, so that he could pull it at any time.

Winfreys has always lacked artistic cells. Even his wife often said that he was just a blockhead before her death, but at this moment he was completely immersed in the rhythm of the music. In a trance, he seemed to be able to see the gorgeous manor that only existed in the author's imagination, sitting with St. Jana, enjoying the performance of the manor's servants, listening to the dense drumbeats and violent thunder.

He unconsciously raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the secret room. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soil and bricks and see the clear blue sky. In the white clouds, he seemed to see the thunder that was still in the making, like a baby in swaddling clothes.

The fat, white baby also sensed his gaze and slowly opened his sleepy eyes. Facing this mortal with a strange face, he seemed to be a little panicked and a little stunned. In an instant, he burst into tears. The cry was as loud as thunder!

Listening to the thunderous cry of the baby, Winfreys seemed to be able to connect with the other party in some kind of resonance, and seemed to be able to sense the panic in the other party's heart, so he also passed on his kindness along the resonance link.

The thunderous cry stopped, and the rising consciousness returned to the body. The sky was still clear and blue, as if everything he had just seen was just an illusion of Winfreys, but he knew in his heart... I have understood the secret of thunder. It turns out that every thunder contains a resonant emotion... I also know how to resonate with others' hearts.

The broken pages in his hand finally exhausted the last bit of power. The already faded text completely dissipated, and even the paper carrying knowledge turned into dust.

Up to this point, Winfreys's experience in the esoteric religion was quite ordinary - because of the fear of illness, aging and death, the limited time and energy were transferred to the study of the invisible art, which was the beginning of most esotericists.

However, when he returned to London with a full set of esoteric documents given by his grandfather, Winfreys devoted all his time and energy to the study of the invisible art without affecting the normal work of the Institute of Medicine. His strength increased day by day, and so did his thirst.

At first, Winfreys could only follow the path of the Morgan family, worship the Twins of the Sea, and study the secrets of the heart, cup, and moth. However, with a coincidence that even he himself could not replicate.

He unconsciously prompted the moth phase to drink up the cup phase, and the power of the cup phase disappeared from his body. The five senses that were extremely sensitive to satisfy desires began to decline, but there was still a very rare part of the power left in his body. Occasionally, he would taste the pleasant fragrance and occasionally recall the taste of his missing colleagues.

However, the moth phase that drank up the liquid in the cup was too powerful, and the constant bewitching whispers made Winfreys unable to fall asleep.

At this time, he had already known the location of the Oliveram auction house during a night wandering. He eagerly sold the useless moth secret documents in exchange for a rare lamp secret, trying to curb the moth's whispers through the glow of reason.

But this action only attracted the fierce resistance of the moth in his skull. The restlessness in his heart became stronger and stronger. The lamp of the lamp phase was often attacked by moths, and the glass of the lamp was always covered with faint cracks.

Even if he studied books day and night and absorbed knowledge to strengthen the brilliance of the lamp phase, it was useless - how could a first-level lamp phase defeat a second-level moth phase.

His desire for knowledge became stronger and stronger. He greedily absorbed all the words he saw, like a hungry jackal, looking at the fat knowledge, his eyes seemed to emit hungry green light.

Then the hungry Winfreys found a more efficient way to absorb knowledge... Even if I can read ten lines at a glance, a person's energy is always limited, and the knowledge I can absorb every day is also limited. But what if I directly absorb the ready-made knowledge in other people's brains?

Street vendors shouting, drinking and bargaining are also knowledge.

The auntie who buys vegetables picks the fat and thin and recognizes the pearls with a keen eye. This is also knowledge.

Knowledge is not divided into high and low, the hungry lamp accepts everyone... When Winfreys devoured the dirty brain of the director of the Medical Research Institute, his skull lamp finally reached the limit of accumulation.

He could not wait to open the long-prepared collection of precious teachings, and the skull lamp shone brightly, attracting the hungry moth phase to fly again, but this time, the skinny moth phase could no longer resist the temptation of the rational glow, and rushed into it and died in the candle, and the moth's ashes helped the glow of the lamp to burst into flames.

Winfreys completely reversed his secret sexual phase through this, the wild moth drank the greedy cup, and the firm lamp eliminated the chaotic moth.

He thus ushered in a new life on the path of esotericism, and was able to meet the immortal great man in the orchard of light.