"Ember?"

Hugh looked suspicious.

Although she was not familiar with Ember, she also learned the name of this man from the mouth of Viscount Glerint-

Ash Black.

Although Viscount Gleilint's expression was a little strange when he asked, and even a little suspicious of life.

But Hugh clearly wouldn't care about the details.

But for now, Ember introduces himself by a completely different name.

Is it a pseudonym?

But what's the point?

"So, Ember."

Hugh Dilcha didn't dwell on it for too long, just organized the language and asked, "Do you need me to prepare some materials?" ”

"Materials? No, you don't. ”

Ember shook her head calmly.

He actually knew why the other party had such a translation.

I don't know why, the magic of this world has become very backward.

Any magic can only be unleashed by using specific materials to arrange rituals.

In addition to this, including praying to the gods, materials are also required to set up the ceremony.

This seemed completely incomprehensible to Ember.

He couldn't understand the motive for doing this, was it for the sake of that damn sense of ritual?

Or is the world so shallow that it is necessary to please it with rituals?

"Is that so?"

Hugh didn't doubt it, just glanced up and down at Ember.

She thought Ember had already prepared the materials she needed.

Xu was due to the lack of common topics, although the three of them were in the living room, the atmosphere was very awkward from beginning to end.

That is until Foirth took the initiative to break the silence.

"Here we are."

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Furth's mouth.

Outside the window, the blood moon drilled out of the stratus clouds, brilliant and perfect.

"Furth!"

Hugh's expression changed slightly, and he immediately looked at his friend.

At this moment, Furth had collapsed on the couch in pain and twisted into a ball.

Her beautiful face had been distorted to the extreme, as hideous as a demon.

Foirth covered her ears with both sides of her head, even though she knew it didn't work.

But now she's like a drowning person who is reaching out and trying to grab something.

"Ember!"

Hugh took a step back in fright, but quickly turned his anxious gaze back to Ember.

She knew that Forth was in pain, but she never knew that Forth would be so painful when the moon was full.

"It's not time yet."

Ember watched calmly as this all happened, and did not make any moves.

"Help, help me......"

Affirth, tormented by pain, stretched out his hand and grasped it into the air, his eyes full of pleading and pleading.

Drops of sweat poured from her forehead, and green tendons bulged from the back of her hands.

Her body was tense at times, rolling at times, and her pale blue eyes, which had a playful and languid taste, were full of pain.

In the depths of that pupil, there seemed to be countless changes and shadows cascading.

"Ember!"

Hugh looked extremely anxious, urging the rest of the embers again, but Ember still didn't do anything.

And the delirious Furth, who had been tortured, recited with great difficulty the name of the god she believed in, and wanted to be saved:

"Great, Steam, and the God of Machines"

"You are the essence, the incarnation"

"You are the craftsman, the protector"

"You are the brilliance of technology, the brilliance"

She reverently recited the obedience of the gods, and although she recited the names of several gods, this did not affect her piety.

Unfortunately, this doesn't help.

Her pain never diminished, but intensified.

Firth, who could no longer bear it, frantically scratched the wooden legs of the coffee table with his fingernails, scratching one deep mark after another, and scratching out a creaking sound that made people's teeth ache.

Syllable!

Her nails snapped!

Her hair is weirdly getting longer!

The stratum corneum of her skin has been covered with a strange white glow!

It was as if she would be completely transformed into a monster in the next moment.

And only then did Ember make a move.

In Hugh's angry gaze, he took out a small holy bell out of nowhere.

Then, he shook the holy bell and unleashed a miracle.

"Jingle bell!"

The holy light slowly gathered from the holy bell, and finally slowly emerged under his feet, and the white-gold circular circle like a moon wheel spread outward in a circle like water waves.

[Miracles taught by the Apostle Moen, Archbishop of Karim.]

Heals all abnormal conditions such as bleeding, poisoning, and cold along with surrounding characters.

Moen is a well-known retinue of the goddess Quart, and this is the story of her being surrounded by death. 】

"Jingle bell!"

In the crisp sound of the bell, the holy circle encompassed the body of Forth.

Then in the blink of an eye, the holy light enveloped her body.

When the light dissipated, her body had miraculously and quickly returned to normal—

She didn't change anything other than her nails, which had grown again after being broken, and her already long hair that could mop the floor.

"I'm not dead? Not out of control? ”

The painful torment suddenly disappeared, but Furth's gaze was still a little misty and confused.

"Not yet."

Ember asked rhetorically, "But it may not be possible to wait for the miracle effect to disappear later, how long will your babbling last?" All night? ”

"How is that possible?"

Furth sat up with the help of his friend, gasping for air, "If it had lasted all night, maybe I would have lost control." Generally speaking, though, whispering lasts for three to five minutes during a full moon, and more than seven minutes in the case of a blood moon. ”

After a pause, Firth smiled bitterly again, "Actually, if it weren't for the two consecutive Blood Moons this year, I would have estimated that I would have been able to hold out for at least a few more months before I would have ...... out of control right now."

"Three minutes?"

Ember nodded silently.

PS1: 'Red Moon' and 'Blood Moon' in Master of Mysteries are not the same thing.

The red moon is the moon, which is originally round, except for the different colors, and the normal moon will have clouds and sunny days.

A blood moon, on the other hand, refers to a day that is not a full moon, and the moon suddenly becomes a full moon in a short period of time without any logic, and it is as red as blood.