Ryan couldn't help but blink at the scream.

The whole body is like falling into the eye of a tornado, and I can't help myself.

That's how it feels.

Ryan didn't let himself be manipulated by this feeling, his mind was still highly concentrated, and in the sea of consciousness, although the golden flame was faint, it always bloomed like a lotus.

The title page of the book in the center of the light flame was still half-open, never closed, and not completely opened.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

Everything is gone!

It's back to business as usual!

There is no white mist, no old woman, only a forest of tombstones, only green trees, only the sunlight that penetrates the branches and leaves falls on the ground in front of the tombstones, mottled and swaying gently in the wind.

"Knock ......"

The church at the top of the hill, with the spire of the cross hanging, has a bell ringing.

The bell swept through the mountains, and Ryan felt a burst of warmth, and those cold breaths scattered and fled, nowhere to be found.

He jerked his head and looked to his right.

Under a tree, stood a priest dressed in a black robe.

The black clerical robes enveloped him, enveloping him tightly, like a black mist, making it difficult to see, and the sunlight fell on him as if absorbed, without the slightest bright color.

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

It was a middle-aged man, his face was so pale that there was no blood.

At that moment, the eyes of the two met in the air.

Then, there was a rustling sound.

Strangely, the ears did not hear the sound, but a feeling, like a spider under the moon spitting spider silk on the eaves.

Then, Ryan felt something swept over him.

The other person's gaze seems to be substance.

It's a scrutiny!

A kind of indifference from above.

Then, the middle-aged priest lowered his head, the hood on his head obscuring most of his face, revealing only his pointed chin.

He held a scripture book in his arms, with a black cover and gold letters, and after he lowered his head, the priest's hand was gently rubbing the scripture book, and Ryan's eyes fell on the heavy scripture.

Once you stop there, you can't take your eyes off it.

Just as a womanizer sees a beautiful woman, and a gourmand sees a delicacies......

That's a temptation!

A temptation to take it for yourself!

A temptation to swallow it down!

This desire came so urgently that Ryan was caught off guard.

In the sea of knowledge, the golden flame of light jumped, like a crying child who wanted candy.

Ryan abruptly looked away, his gaze fell on his feet, resisted the urge to run forward, raised his hand to take the top hat on his head, and then placed it on his chest, bowing his head to the black-robed priest under the tree in the distance.

In this world, the priest is very respected as a servant of the gods, and under normal circumstances, even if a nobleman and a priest meet on the road, they will take off their hats and pay tribute, let alone a commoner like Ryan.

Hundreds of years ago, theocracy was above imperial power.

At that time, the Holy See was the shepherd of the Father, and the nobles were just shepherd dogs, and even the king had to obtain the approval of the Holy See before he could wear the crown.

Now, although the Holy See cannot be above the super empire, it is not to be taken lightly, and the churches scattered all over the Noah continent speak for themselves.

In the city, every neighborhood has its own church, and in the countryside too, every settlement, even in the middle of nowhere, as long as there is a human being, there is a church.

These churches can be either ornate or rudimentary.

Some of them have thousands of clergy, and when they worship in groups on Sundays, the chanting sounds are like waves floating over the city, and the buildings of the churches are extremely ornate and mysterious, with spires that break through the sky.

There is only one priest in the humble church, or a thatched hut or a grotto, even if there is no human population for hundreds of miles, but it still exists, and such a priest is more like an ascetic who serves the Father wholeheartedly.

The church in the Yves Saint Laurent neighborhood isn't ornate, but it has nothing to do with simplicity.

This hillside is the confines of the church, which is located on the top of the hill, and the spire of the church hangs a huge cross, behind which is a bell tower, and when the time comes, the bell rings throughout the neighborhood.

Stir!

Ryan used almost all his strength, and his will was as strong as a mountain, so that he was not driven forward by instinct.

The book in the golden flame in the sea of knowledge should be the golden book, the golden book that inexplicably transmitted his memories to this world and completely fused with the young Ryan, an incomparably mysterious golden book that does not know the power for no reason......

This golden book has an extremely domineering will.

The scripture book in the priest's hand rippled with an inexplicable energy, and this energy attracted the golden book, like an oasis suddenly appearing in front of the eyes of a traveler in the desert who was dying due to lack of water.

That's why Ryan had an instinctive impulse.

However, he has reason and a strong will.

After saluting, Ryan turned around and walked down the hill with unhurried steps.

Strange visions, sudden clergy, mysterious scriptures......

It all swirled in his mind, Ryan controlled his breathing, controlled the pace of his march, his mind swaying in the golden flame of the golden book, but it was rock solid and never loose.

Alfonso looked up at Ryan's distant back, his brow furrowed.

He has no eyebrows on his eyes, not shaved off, but as if there was no one in the first place, extremely smooth, in fact, not only eyebrows, but also his whole body, it can be said that there is no hair.

No hairy ones!

It's his nickname.

Something strange!

Alfonso's brow was still furrowed.

He was not here before, but in the tower to the west of the cemetery, and today it was his turn to sit in the tower.

Just a few minutes ago, the scripture in his arms suddenly became hot, the title page was almost opened, and there were golden runes shining on the page, the reason for this situation should be that the void was shaken, cracks were formed, and a polluted breath leaked out.

The cemetery is a place where ghosts wander, prone to void cracks.

After all, those things love this environment the most.

This is also the purpose of the tower's existence.

That's why priests like him rotate in the tower.

However, when he rushed out of the tower and came here, the scriptures in his arms were no longer hot, the title page was closed, and the jumping runes were calm again, which meant that the concussions were gone, the void cracks had closed, and the polluted breath had left the real world.

This is not uncommon, and it happens all the time.

The concussion appeared inexplicably, and disappeared inexplicably!

Not every time the Void Crack is opened, it will cause great destruction and disaster.

It's just that it will have an impact to some extent.

That young man is here, why is there nothing to do?

Could it be that this is not the place where the shock happens?

Alfonso made a cross on his chest and walked away.