Several thick butter candles, flickering with dim candlelight, dozens of quaint books stacked on the curved desk, around a priest in a white long-sleeved church robe, he has shiny flowing blonde hair, handsome features, and a delicate silver Holy Spirit cross around his neck, and is looking at a large tome with a dark gold cover—the Book of Revelations.

Benedict, who succeeded the old pastor Gensley as the head pastor of the Talk Chapel, was a keen night reader of the Holy Spirit.

From the age of six, Benedict was honored to be the son of a consecrated child, who was sent to the church to receive guardianship and education in grammar, rhetoric, eloquence, astronomy, and music, as well as the indispensable Holy Spirit Sutra, Holy Spirit Commentary, Sermons, Biographies of the Saints, and so on.

At the age of 20, Benedict officially became a pastor from a trainee pastor, and then worked as a church treasurer, librarian, and has a special love for books.

And he was able to become the presiding pastor of the Church of the Talk Church not only because of the vacancy created by Gensley's death. For a young pastor, being able to run a church alone and become a presiding pastor is an honor in itself, and it is also a necessary capital for promotion to supervisors and deacons.

In the kingdom of Tia, the status of the church was very high, with a certain degree of autonomy, as well as donations from local lords and nobles, and they owned land and tenant farmers, and did not have to pay taxes, and there was a lot of oil and water.

So, the competition is very fierce. This is thanks to Benedict's biological father, a nobleman from Waterdeep, who is the illegitimate son of a not-so-well-known person. Although he was not qualified to inherit the family business, and could not even use the family name, the nobleman took special care of the illegitimate son who inherited his handsome appearance, and privately donated a large sum of money to the church of Dorin to secure him the position of presiding priest.

If he does well, he may be able to return to Waterdeep City for a few more years, be promoted to supervisor and then deacon, and become the mid-level elite of the church.

But Benedict was not in a good mood, and before he came, the town of Daotan had been a wealthy town. Because of the status of the Church of the Holy Spirit, Pordurt also took great care of him, and because of the sea monsters in the port, he took advantage of the situation to get some funds to renovate the dilapidated church on the grounds of disrespect from the people.

Soon, however, the castle caught fire and Pordut died. The whole town was clouded with gloom, which caused the pressure on his church to skyrocket, and the poor flocked to the church to pray for relief from the Holy Spirit.

According to the rules of the church, in addition to receiving prayers and prayers from the faithful, the church also has the responsibility of relief, education, and medical care.

After the autumn harvest was completed, Pordurt did allocate a batch of grain for the church in the name of donations, and a lot of grain was harvested in the church's fields. But when the whole town is short of food, if all the relief is given, I am afraid that even I will starve.

Therefore, in the past few days, he has been evading his responsibility for relief in the name of the collapse of the relief room.

After all, there is no food left over from the church.

The poor can die, but the church cannot fall.

And that damn sea monster - what the hell is it?

The firewood in the fireplace, burning warmly, brought warmth to the whole stone house. Benedict closed the Book of Revelations, rubbed his sour eyes, and slowly stood up.

Through the painted windows, the bleak trees outside the house are constantly swaying in the autumn wind. The cold solitary moon hung high in the air, and the cold light sprinkled it stretched the shadows of the trees, shaking like a hanging corpse.

"What a spooky place. Benedict regretted winning the position, and at the moment when he was about to look away, a dark shadow flashed in the corner of the lattice.

Benedict froze for a moment, furrowed his brow, looked closely, and found that there was nothing. It seems to be formed by falling autumn leaves?

Shaking his head, Benedict blew out the candles on the table, folded his clothes and lay down on the chaise longue by the fireplace, and took up a woolen blanket to cover the sacred. He prefers to stay by the warm fireplace rather than the bed.

By the time the slight snoring sounded, the fire in the fireplace had dimmed. In the crack of the wooden door of the forbidden room, a mass of black unknown objects slowly penetrated in.

A Gu heart demon full of eyeball follicles.

A mindbreaker with a wriggling brain.

A floating eyeball with bloody nerves and blood vessels - the eye demon.

A black mist that shifts and clings to the ground—the Shadow Fiend.

In order to ensure the effect of this practice, Qin Song dispatched the entire family bucket of the heirs of the ancient gods for the first time, and the four types of heirs went into battle together, vowing to make the arrangements for this priest clear.

Of course, it is also out of prudence. Who knows if this priest is carrying some kind of exorcism prop similar to Lord Mister.

The Gu Heart Demon took the lead in initiating the temptation, perhaps because this priest's rank was too low, he did not encounter any obstacles, and the progress was extremely smooth, and he successfully parasitized from his temple.

The Mind Breaker, on the other hand, hides in the cracks of the books on the desk, entering an invisible state.

The parasitic process was the most terrifying, and it was also the eye demon that Qin Song tried for the first time, the countless bloody nerve veins penetrated deep into the skin of his forehead, caught Benedict's original eyeball nerve, and embedded it in his forehead, leaving only a tiny almost invisible gap.

The function of the eye demon is to replace the original eye nerve and directly create any illusion that you want to achieve.

As for the Shadow Fiend, he smoothly merged into Benedict's figure, ready to come out and make trouble at any time.

"Ho ......"

"Ho ......"

The sound of heavy, long breathing, like that of a dying old man, futilely agitated in the lobes of his lungs, emitted a hoarse bellows-like laborious breath.

Benedict, who was asleep, frowned and twisted impatiently.

"Come on, let's be happy together~"

"There's a head here, and it looks delicious. ”

"Hee-hee~~"

"There must be delicious brains in it~~"

"Hehe~ Why don't we open it and take a look. ”

Short, shrill voices alternately as they engage in a conversation. Qin Song, who gave full play to the instinct of the evil god, let himself fly unscrupulously.

"Yes, open it up...... Look!"

The first half of the voice is shrill and short, and the later Gift suddenly increases in volume, becoming extremely eerie.

"Whew~" Benedict finally noticed, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the darkness around him, and gasped for air.

The sound stopped abruptly.

The sound seemed to be real and illusory, so that Benedict couldn't tell whether it was coming from a dream or from reality. Gasping for breath, he subconsciously shook the Holy Spirit Cross around his neck, which brought him a hint of comfort.

Adding some firewood to the fireplace, Benedict wrapped himself in a blanket, adjusted his posture, and was about to continue sleeping, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint golden fluorescence on the desk.

The nerves that had just been relaxed suddenly tensed. However, he was a clergyman, and his psychological quality was much stronger than that of ordinary people, so he immediately calmed down, lifted the blanket, and stood up cautiously.

The golden fluorescence was very faint, as if it came from the cover of a book.

Most of these books are the books left behind by Father Gensley, and most of them are biographies of the saints and commentaries on the Holy Spirit after his simple collation.

Odd!

Benedict furrowed his brow, took a torch from the hearth, and approached the desk with a blanket. In the light of the fire, he saw the thick book on top - "The Soul Journey of the Priest's Mosaic"

What the heck?

Benedict never remembered having such a book on his desk.

Curiosity prompted him to sit down at his desk, light all the candles, and then cautiously took the book down, scrutinizing the quaint and shabby cover.

I glanced at the location of the book again, and this should be the "Sermon of Saint Artok".

His intuition told him that this strange book was extraordinary.

Priest Mosaic?

Who is it?

During his study in the church, he heard from his grandfather (the elder pastor) that this world is far from being as simple as the naked eye sees, that the gods are real, and that all supernatural and abnormal things may be an extension of some kind of power.

Part of this is the trickery of the devil, and a good priest must learn to fight the devil and keep his sanity.

And the other part may be the revelation of the great Holy Spirit, and the one who receives the revelation means that he has received the favor of the gods, and his soul will be sublimated, and after death he can enter a holy heaven.

Whether it is a devil's trick or a revelation of the Holy Spirit.

The answer may lie in the book.

Benedict had a complicated look in his eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to open the book anyway.

Benedict's pupils dilated just by looking at the title page, which was a beautiful painted painting of a blonde priest in a white robe, with a Holy Spirit cross around his neck and a Bible in his hand, chanting in front of a golden statue of the Holy Spirit.

What struck him most was that the priest's face—not a human face at all, but a circle shrouded in golden glitter, crescent-like eyes squinted to one side, with two small eyebrows on them, and a semi-circular mouth that seemed to be smiling contemptuously.

That's right, it's the famous funny expression - (乛? 乛)

The laughter is so contemptuous, the laughter is so underbeaten, and the laughter is so magical.

The golden aura that also shrouded ......

Halo......

Especially in front of the statue of the Holy Spirit......

Wait a minute!

The face of the Holy Spirit, which should have been handsome, turned out to be a golden one.

Benedict suddenly felt that the whole person was not good, and his mind was full of that yellow and flat expression, constantly flying around.

Buzz Buzz......

Buzz Buzz......

At that moment, he couldn't even remember what the expression of a real statue of the Holy Spirit should be.

"The Holy Spirit forgives sins, and the Holy Spirit forgives sins. ”

Benedict's heart pounded, and the ghost turned the next page—and then he collapsed.

In the grand church, the Holy Spirit stands in the center, hundreds of priests, all of whom are guarded by the priests, and the bishop in a red brocade robe, with a magnificent crown, shows a demonic expression.

Fack!