The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 167's

"Good." Crestet Cesimir nodded. He leaned forward. "Then swear on the Sacred Artifact."

As he said this, he leaned over to lift the silver suitcase with his feet.

Sacred Artifact? The Sacred Artifact that gave you the title of Sword Goddess? Klein looked at the deacon's actions with curiosity.

Crestet placed the suitcase on her knees, her dark green eyes instantly turning black.

He raised his hand and pressed down. The silver suitcase cover that resembled a violin box suddenly dissolved and receded like a tide.

At the same time, Klein felt that the surrounding light was being pulled forward as if it was being absorbed by the suitcase.

Apart from the lights from the classic lights lined up on the walls, as well as the silver splendor revolving inside the suitcase, the alchemy room became pitch-black. That scene looks very strange.

Pa!

With a sharp snapping sound, Crestet Cesimir opened the suitcase, revealing the pure white bone sword that was inside.

Yes, the bone sword. As Klein looked at the sword, he knew instinctively that it was mostly made of bone!

The short sword quietly released a pure white light in the pitch-black alchemy room, as if it was a moon hanging high in the night sky, or a lighthouse in the middle of a storm.

It seemed that the sword did not have any flaws on its surface, but a closer examination would reveal that the surface of the sword was filled with layers of symbols and icons. These mysterious patterns intertwined to form the body of the sword.

Klein observed the holy sword, suddenly realizing that he could not turn away!

His vision was drawn towards the sword as his brown eyes slowly lost their luster.

Crestet lifted the suitcase, moving the sword from its original position.

Klein instantly regained his senses from his trance and finally freed himself from the nightmare he could not escape before.

He turned his gaze to the side and asked seriously, "Your Majesty, do you need me to put my hand on the holy sword?"

"Yes, come." Crestet's voice was as melodious as singing a lullaby.

Klein stood up, still looking to the side as he took a small step forward. As it was dark, he could not see where the deacon's feet were, or his old leather boots.

"Stop," Crestet spoke calmly.

Klein immediately stopped and stood in place. He glanced at the pure white bone sword through the corner of his eyes before retracting his gaze, in fear.

With that fleeting glance, he bowed and extended his right hand, accurately placing it on top of the holy sword.

A cold feeling swept through his skin and mind. The disturbing thoughts and feelings of worry instantly died down, as if he was sitting on the rooftop in a noisy village, smelling the scent of the harvest and admiring the starry night sky.

"Read after me" said Crestet solemnly.

"Good." Klein nodded.

He then heard the deacon speaking in Hermes.

"Oh Goddess Overnight, more glorious than the stars and more immortal than eternity.

"i swear to you on my real name and my spirituality.

"I, Klein, will never reveal the details of the 'acting method' to those who do not know it from this point on.

"If I oppose this, I will accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate.

"Please see my oath."

Klein calmed down and made an oath at Hermes, following in the footsteps of Deacon Cesimir.

He had a faint feeling that a connection had been made between him and a distant being through a pure white bone sword.

After pulling his right hand, he drew a red moon on his chest.

"Praise Miss!"

"Praise Miss!" Crestet smiled and bowed in response.

Immediately, he closed the cover of the suitcase and pressed down firmly with his right hand.

The darkness instantly lit up as the light from the lights once again filled the entire room.

He walked back to his chair and frowned. He asked in puzzlement, "Acting method?"

Crestet. Without answering the question directly, he smiled and said, "you may feel a little confused and not understand what I am going to say to you, but I cannot explain why, because it's about the Church's secrets."

you will only have the right to know it once you become an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon.Klein looked at Cesimir and added inwardly before Cesimir could say it.

"you will only be allowed to know it once you become a core member of the Church, such as an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon" Crestet stressed.

Klein nodded firmly.

Crestet put the silver suitcase back beside her feet and crossed her legs.

"In the long history of time, the Church has had generations of genius Beyonders from generation to generation who are slowly looking for ways to avoid losing control.

"And the essence of this method is the name of the herb. This is not only important; it is also the key."

Upon seeing Klein's thoughtful expression, Crestet continued, "We have realized that the names of the herbs all point to a certain group, and this group has their own approach and operates in a unique way. In simpler terms, there is a set of rules.which come with the name of the herb, the rules are different for different herbs. When we follow these rules strictly, the risk of losing control is reduced to a minimum."

"Similar to my set of Seer principles?" Klein took the opportunity to ask.

This explanation is not as simple or understandable as I gave to Justice and Hanged Man.

"Yes." Yeah." Crestet gave a concurred answer. "As we follow the rules of the potion, we become increasingly like the group described by the name of the potion. In other words, we act as the work indicated by the name of the herb. That's the 'acting method.' you have to remember, each individual's spirituality is special, unique. Although the core rules should be followed by the person consuming the same herb, there are always certain variations on the rules that are unique to the individual.others can only serve as a guide."

It was a thing I was unaware of. Klein said sincerely, "Thank you for telling me. I'll remember it."

Crestet laughs.

"This is an experience gathered from generation to generation.

"After using the 'acting method', we not only mastered the ingredients, we also digested them, as did our food. When you actually digest the potion, you will feel a unique and mysterious sensation, understand? "

"I understand. 'Gastrointestinal, ' this term is very appropriate ..." Klein pretended to be deep in his mind.

After Crestet explained his methods in more detail, Klein weighed his words as he asked, "Your Majesty, since the name of the herb is not only the core, but also the key, then how did the first Beyonder get it? I heard it was recorded on the Blasphemy Slate?"

"Yes, that's right," Crestet answered frankly. "But the Blasphemy Slate was inscribed with ancient names. The names of the herbs we use today are partly derived from divine revelation. Some were also consolidated by the experiences of the Extremists themselves."

Klein nodded slowly. He pursed his lips and asked, "Your Majesty, since the 'acting method' is so effective, why doesn't the Church tell every Nighthawk about it?"

"i have said that it is a secret of the Church.You will understand the reason behind it once you become an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon," replied Crestet, unaffected. "Alright, go back upstairs and tell the other Nighthawks to go down one by one. I have to do the last step of the examination."

That's so that Frye and the others don't leak the 'acting method'? Klein thought as he stood up, he then said goodbye, following the etiquette of the Nighthawks.

He walked through the corridor and up the stairs, returning to the Blackthorn Security Company. He saw Dunn sucking her pipe near the entrance of the basement.

Smiling, Klein took the initiative to say, "There shouldn't be any more trouble; his Majesty wants me to tell Frye and the others to talk to him."

"Yes, that's the last step. It means no problem." Dunn put down her pipe and headed to the recreation room to tell the rest.

As he watched Frye and Seeka enter the dungeon, Klein suddenly recalled something. He said hurriedly, "Captain, do we have to get the Royale guarding the Chanis Gate, and Leonard guarding the mental hospital? Oh, and Kenley, who's resting."

Dunn froze and pinched his forehead.

"i forgot…"

He paused for a moment, then chuckled. "But the problem should not be too complicated. One of the advantages of having a high-level deacon examine you is that there is no need to telegraph the Holy Cathedral, or engage in an elaborate exchange of letters. He can make a decision on the spot and give the formula to the Clown potion as well as the main ingredients for you."

"That's not so bad." Klein could not help his excitement.

…

An hour and a half passed. As Kenley walked out of the alchemy room, his expression full of confusion, Klein was once again summoned downwards. He met the high-level deacon once again, the Sword Goddess, Crestet Cesimir, for the second time.

This time, the golden-brown-haired deacon and the black-green-eyed did not sit down. He stood there, letting a gentle breeze in the basement blow into his black jacket.

Crestet's collar stood upright, hiding his chin behind the shadows.

He looked at Klein and smiled.

"Nighthawk Klein Moretti, I announce on behalf of the Goddess that you have passed the Holy Cathedral examination.

"Congratulations. With your contribution, you can quickly progress to Sequence 8 Beyonder!"