The white mist gathered before Martin's eyes, and gradually spread.

Eventually, they flooded the space next to Martin and recruited the [Chef Saliva] into it.

The white mist was so thick that Martin couldn't even see his hands in front of him.

Immediately after, he felt that his left hand was empty, and the square card that had been clipped to his fingertip disappeared, and he moved his fingers to scratch it, but he didn't catch anything again.

After that, a somewhat hot breath came from his chest, like a warm gas blowing through his coat and waistcoat shirt, gradually melting from the skin into his internal organs.

He had experienced this feeling once before, in the Plantagenet Palace, when he escaped from Stanley's hands, the [Alchemy Dog] merged into his body, and this was the feeling that came from him at that time.

He knew that he was using the body of an alchemy dog to contain [Chef's saliva].

The sensation didn't last long, and Martin felt the white mist around him gradually dissipate and be sucked back into his body.

And he himself has a new feeling in the process.

Or rather, new ideas.

It dawned on him that he could now make his body corrosive without some bodily fluids.

Body fluids can be saliva, blood, sweat droplets, etc., and the more body fluids you lose, the more corrosive power you have.

Of course, when the loss of saliva and even blood reaches a certain level, his body will fall into a state of dry cough and exhaustion, so the control and control of the dose is very important.

"This should be the effect of [Chef Saliva]."

Martin remembered the pattern on the block card, and the Chef Giant Dog was spilling saliva that corroded the skull he was about to eat on the table.

"Corrosion is the focus of this card's abilities."

The white mist on the surface of his body had completely returned to his body, and Martin clenched his left hand, which was nothing, and he didn't expect the process of containing the diamond cards to be so smooth.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling his mouth dry a little, and tried to pick up a discarded wooden strip that lay in the corner of the basement.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The stick of wood began to emit white smoke as soon as it touched Martin's hand, and quickly turned charred with the sizzle of corrosion.

In the blink of an eye, the thin strip of wood broke in two from where it had been held by Martin's hand, and the fracture was full of traces of corrosion, as if it had been fused by strong acid.

But Martin's hands didn't feel any burning sensation, and even felt a little cool.

Then, he found some other items to experiment, and found that he could control the release of this corrosive effect himself, but he was not very proficient in the degree of effect release and the amount of body fluid lost.

This caused him to feel his heart beating faster than usual as he tried to corrode a rusty iron plate, which he understood to be a sign that he had lost some blood.

However, after these experiments, he finally figured out some basic operations of this ability, and the rest required a lot of practice.

"Compared to the [Savage Creature Recipe] carried by the Heart card, the corrosive effect of the block card is indeed an active offensive ability."

Martin concluded.

The next step is to find a way to get the [Sweet Pocket] in Anne's hand.

As for the ["Gluttony" card of spades, of course, it is to accommodate the club card after it is contained, so as to minimize the negative effects carried by the deck.

Martin exhaled lightly, and his nervous mood finally calmed down a bit.

"And the [Weeping Angel] I dreamed about last night, where is that canyon, and who is that angel......"

Putting on his gentleman's hat again and returning to his human form, Martin couldn't stop thinking about it as he made his way back from the basement to the antechamber.

Last night at the table, he asked the other four people and gave them a brief description of his dream, but it turned out that they really didn't know, or if they were hiding something, and in any case Martin didn't get any useful information from them.

"It seems that I still have to ask Mr. Hines, I hope he can understand something, especially the last time I heard the name 'Sisina', I always feel that it is some great being, and I don't know where the voice of the man and woman comes from......"

The more Martin thought about it, the more confused he became, and he simply stopped thinking about this question that had no answer for the time being.

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The time came on December 12, which is the "big Sunday" prescribed by the church.

Early in the morning, led by Hines, Martin and a number of other shepherds arrived outside the main entrance of Capernaum.

Martin had observed on the way here that the shepherds involved in this special security mission wore at least brass lamb badges, and those like him wore iron lamb badges.

Martin saw only one, a young woman in a mask, who had been silent all the way, and who had also followed Hines along, and for some reason, Martin always felt that her figure was somewhat familiar.

At this time, the cathedral had not yet been officially opened, and after the Templars guarding the entrance checked the names and identities of Hines and the others, they managed to pass through the high foyer and the imposing arches to enter the interior of the cathedral and enter the prayer hall where worship is usually held.

Entering this magnificent hall, Martin once again sighed in his heart that the fanaticism of faith has always enhanced the creative capacity of mankind in all aspects.

It was also a sunny day, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or the people of the church had expected it, and the sunlight poured into the hall through the rose windows, and the tall stone pillars in the corridor neatly divided the sunlight.

At this time, the hall was decorated with many white curtains embroidered with gold edges, and the blue and gray marble floor was covered with a heavy red velvet carpet, and the clergy in white clergy robes quietly shuttled through it, adding a bit of solemnity to the magnificent hall.

The last time he entered, Martin was in a hurry to find the underground space of the church, and he didn't observe the prayer hall so closely, so this time he came in with the attitude of a guard to take a closer look, and he was deeply shocked by the magnificent scene.

The shepherds took their positions according to the process rehearsed the day before, and Hines calmly dispatched from them, dealing with some temporary contingencies, and everything seemed to be in order.

At that moment, the group entered the prayer hall from the hallway of the church, surrounded by Templars and clergy.

Martin watched with interest as the group slowly walked in, guessing their identities in his head.

And at that moment, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

It was a middle-aged man, he was wearing a white and gold papal robe, and his demeanor was magnificent.

It's Stanley.