"Let him in, I'll wait for him in the study."

"Yes Miss."

Watching Nia turn away, Lilith walked to the study on the second floor, her steps were light and elegant, which was a demeanor that she must always pay attention to, because it was in line with the aristocratic temperament.

It was still raining lightly outside, and the heavy smog over the city had dissipated a lot after a week of rainy weather, and there was a feeling of humidity in the air, which is very rare in Huttonmar.

"Mr. Karl, my young lady invites you in!"

"I'm tired."

Dressed in a black coat, a half-height silk top hat, and holding a black cane, Carl followed Lilith's valet into the villa, and after walking through a large garden, to the golden hall.

Entering the hall, the heat in the fireplace immediately surrounded him, warming his whole body, and it was more like a warm March in spring than the cold of the rain outside.

Carl took off his slightly damp black tweed coat and his silk top hat, and when he entered the door, he noticed a hearty breakfast on the table, but there was no one at the table.

"Well, excuse me, Miss Lilith?"

"That's right, Mr. Karl, Mademoiselle is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."

Nia said softly as she took Carl's black coat, half-height silk top hat, and walking stick.

"Okay, thank you."

Karl bowed slightly, and then, accompanied by the other maids, went up to the second floor and knocked on the door in the far left corner.

"Miss, Mr. Karl has arrived."

The door creaked open, and as soon as young Carl looked up, he met Lilith's ruby-like pupils.

These are a pair of extremely agile and pure eyes, which have been seen for a long time, even exceeding the primary charm of a clerical witch, and Carl's first reaction is this.

Of course, this can't be blamed on him, as Carl, who has lived in the church since he was a child, usually except for studying Mass and preaching, he rarely sees women before the age of 16, let alone a beautiful and elegant aristocratic lady like Lilith.

"Good morning, Mr. Carr. Her tone was light and soft, and she sounded very moving.

"Good morning, Miss Lilith, you are still as beautiful as ever."

"Thank you for the compliment." Lilith rose from the couch and gently lifted the hem of her skirt in return.

"First of all, I beg your pardon for my sudden visit, I know it's not gentlemanly enough, but it is something very important, and Archbishop John has asked me to pass this on to you."

After Carl finished speaking, he didn't wait for Lilith to ask what the question was, he put his hand into the inner pocket of the vest, took out an envelope with a hot gold pattern from it, and handed it to Lilith.

Slightly puzzled, he looked at the envelope, which contained a text written in Ancient Lune, "Letter of Acceptance from St. Hornavich University." ”

"St. Hornavich's University Acceptance Letter! So I can become a clergyman? ”

Lilith's eyes widened suddenly, she couldn't believe it for a while, she didn't expect that the previous admission application was actually approved?

"Yes, your application was personally assessed and approved by Archbishop John, originally the Archbishop was going to personally come to the door and visit His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, but recently there seems to be something wrong with Faslangka, the night watchman over there has sent a secret report, so I can only do it for me, this is the admission letter, and there is a week before the admission time, after entering the school, you can touch the transcendent at any time and become a clergyman, of course, you must also know the rules of the church."

Lilith listened quietly, and the joy of being a priest just now was suddenly extinguished by cold water, and she exhaled lightly and said:

"Carl, you know, I've wanted to be a priest since I was a child, but I don't want to lose my freedom either."

Carl chuckled and shook his head.

"How can anyone become a clergyman without paying the price? In comparison, Hornavich Church is a lot looser for its teachers, and it's not as bad as you think. ”

"But you guard the grave like wood every day, I don't want to guard the grave, and I don't want to become a log."

Lilith puffed out her pink cheeks, and then she realized that she had said something offensive, and immediately looked at Carl in a panic.

"I didn't mean that... Well... I mean, there's no other way? ”

Karl fell silent, and it was about thirty seconds before he looked back at Lilith and said thoughtfully, "No." ”

"You know, if humans want to become true clergy, they can only rely on blasphemy cards, and blasphemy cards need to find transcendent materials like mixing potions, most of the rich materials are stored in different schools directly under the church, and there are indeed drawn blasphemy cards in the church, but it is not necessarily the transcendent way you want, of course, this is not in line with the rules of the church, those will only be night watchmen who grant promotions or meritorious deeds."

.........

Florence, the white desert of Scandinavia.

In the boundless white desert, the Black Pearl is heading southeast, which is different from the deep sea full of thunderstorms and huge waves, the white desert is more mysterious and crazy, and the local natives call the desert the white death.

"Wendy, help me keep an eye on it, and report it as soon as you get to your destination."

Jack S. D. Sparrow shouted to an unusually obese middle-aged man with curly hair in a boatswain robe and a lightning bandage, and then returned to the cabin with the telegram.

Along the way, he passed by the entire work room and there was no one in the room, but he could faintly hear the rumbling sound of steam.

At the end of the walk, the door to the captain's cabin in the middle opened, and a soft, thick gray carpet appeared in front of Jack's eyes, flanked by mahogany wine cabinets and stepped weapon racks, and a steam rifle and bottles of scarlet wine shimmered in the candlelight.

In the center of the cabin was a long log table covered with yellowed charts, with inkwells with quill pens, books with ancient covers, and steam sextants made of brass.

Jack walked over to his desk, and he laid the telegram on the chart, on which were scribbled a few words.

"Faslanka, Suspected Secret, Suspected Descending ......"

Faslangka, the third trade zone of the kingdom?

It's a big city, with an average population of about five million, and so on... Could it be that there is a high-level being ready to descend on that area?

If you think about it, it's not impossible, a metropolis with a large population, enough to provide flesh and blood and sacrifices for the arrival, and I don't know what the church will do.

Hey, every time at this time, I have to sigh, this is really a crazy and twisted world, in addition to screening all kinds of terrifying pollution, but also to guard against the arrival of unknown secrets.

I'm glad I once left the metropolis and sailed to the sea, although this requires fighting against all kinds of transcendent species and unknown secrets, but it is better than being a sacrifice, the same lamb to be slaughtered on a sticky board, the latter is the end of even the soul will be enslaved.

"Laha ......"

Jack's thoughts raced when suddenly a very harsh sound of metal grinding came from outside the window, as if he was scratching glass with his sharp nails.

"Damn, I was worried about others just now, but I met it first."

He quickly pulled out a silver-white revolver with lightning bolt patterns from a drawer, and walked towards the round porthole with a frown.

Through the porthole, I found that the white desert outside the ship had faintly changed, and the creamy sand was wriggling like ocean waves.

Looking around, Jack's brow furrowed even tighter, the experience of more than ten years of sailing told him that something must be wrong, and this kind of problem could not occur in a normal desert.

"Captain, captain."

At this time, Wendy, holding her fat belly, ran in from outside the door in a panic and shouted:

"Captain, the Black Pearl seems to have strayed from its course."

"What?" Jack was stunned when he heard Wendy's words, and said in surprise: "Isn't it a ghost ship?" How could it deviate from the course? ”

"I'm sorry Captain, I somehow fell asleep just now, and when I woke up, the Black Pearl seemed to be attracted to something and had sailed into the unknown." Wendy said with some shame.

"Unknown Zone? You bastard, who let you sleep and tell me now that something is wrong? Hurry up, hurry up and call the first mate to me. ”

"Yes! Captain! ”

Looking at Jack S. D. Sparrow's dark gray pupils were swirling with a cyclone, and Wendy knew that it was because of her own dereliction of duty, so in order not to anger her captain, she immediately ran to the room where the first mate was.

Damn, they shouldn't have been taken to the Port of Otes red light district yesterday, these bastards are going to die at the hands of those prostitutes sooner or later.

I don't know what the ghost in the desert is different from the one in the sea, and what it wants to do to attract ghost ships?

Jack pulled out his pocket watch and clicked it open, and the time was exactly 6:25 a.m.

Florence is in the southern continent, the time difference is about a quarter of an hour, it is winter, there is still a little time before the sun rises, I hope there will be no big trouble, may the god of the sea bless......