"Extraordinary ability, you are a priest..."

"Well, sort of."

Vinason replied lightly, "My path is called Psychiatrist, which is one of the more wasted of the sequence paths. ”

As he spoke, his fingers flexed slightly, and then the books and other things on the table trembled slightly, as if they were about to float in mid-air in the next second.

"Control, high sequence?"

With a flicker of his eyes, the lean monster covered in bandages suddenly squatted down, slammed his right elbow against the wooden table, and at the same time as the books, sketches, drawings and other things fell to the ground in an uproar, his body suddenly twisted to 180 degrees, pushed open the wooden window behind him, and jumped down from the second floor.

The movements of the bandage monster are so agile, it is like a mummy with misplaced bones, and its movements are vigorous and powerful.

So much so that Wienerson didn't have time to react, to think, and fundamentally couldn't respond effectively.

"It's terrible, this kind of weird opponent, if it's a hard match, I have almost no chance of winning."

Venason looked at the wooden window, which was still shaking slightly, the crimson moonlight rushed in from the outside, he exhaled relaxedly, and the quill also lost its strength at this moment, and quickly fell weightlessly, falling to the ground with a clatter.

He shook his head silently, and thought to himself:

You may not believe it, but I am indeed the spiritual master of the initial sequence.

And I can't control two things at the same time, I'm just trying to fool you.

After dodging the catastrophe and seeing the bandage monster leap down, Venasson, who was relaxed, sat on the edge of the bed, his legs rippling in the air.

All he had to do was wait patiently for the night watchmen lying downstairs to attack, for the battle between the two sides to end, for Joseph Paxton to announce the outcome of the victory, and that's it.

After about three minutes, a faint crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded outside the window, the sound was crisp and clean, accompanied by the strange spasmodic illusion of the fascia twisting, as if it was a bit like the sound of a bone being twisted, and as the sound came to an abrupt end, the night returned to its deepest silence.

"Is this the sound of battle?"

Venason immediately jumped out of bed, staggered to the window, put his hands on the window, and looked down, but there was no figure in sight, and the whole Mink Street seemed to fall into silence and darkness.

No one down there?

Looking at the empty street downstairs, Venason muttered in confusion, and some bad thoughts inexplicably appeared in his heart.

Just when he was nervous and hesitant to go out to investigate, suddenly a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and in silence, he saw Joseph Paxton, wearing a black trench coat, a top hat, and holding a gold-wire cane, standing opposite.

Behind him stood a man in a black robe and hood, whose face was completely hidden in the dark hood, impossible to see.

"Solved, you can come over without worrying about waking up your family, it's just a subconscious wandering, just jump off the window."

"Jump... Jumping down? ”

"That's right!"

Call...... Venason exhaled, thought for a moment, hunched his waist and his legs bent and tense, then kicked hard and jumped up the window.

The night wind blew, and Venason, who was standing on the windowsill, glanced at the darkness downstairs, pursed his lips, and then closed his eyes, and jumped down with Joseph and the hooded man in front of him.

After feeling a strange gliding and floating in his body, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and he stood firmly in the middle of the street of Mink Street, and the light gauze crimson moonlight was unmistakably scattered over the three of them.

"It's a Sequence 3 clergyman." Joseph looked at the two red moons in the sky, one large and one small, and said in a calm tone.

The priesthood of Sequence 3? I'm only in the initial sequence, and he's 2 levels older than me?

Vinason couldn't help but be afraid, he had just played in front of a Sequence 3 clergyman, which was something that many people would never have dreamed of.

"That's the solution... Is it solved? ”

Joseph nodded slightly and said:

"An ancient organization called 'Eighth Asylum', they were established in the late Third and early Fourth Ages in Chabaitin, believing in various secret gods, and the previous meetings you attended were planned by the people of this organization, praying for the attention of the hidden existence, but because you are still alive, the original sacrifice of flesh and blood has been reduced, and the sacrifice process has been destroyed, so they have to send people to eradicate you heretic."

Send a Sequence 3 cleric over to eradicate civilian heresy? Wouldn't that be too much?

Fortunately, he touched the transcendent in the mysterious royal court before and became a priest, otherwise he would have been ignited by the inflated emotions and burned alive by the fire of his soul just by just looking at it.

Without waiting for Wienerson to ask, he paused and said:

"We will report to the church according to the clues obtained, and the above will thoroughly track down this incident, well, but it may not be possible to have results soon, the ancient hidden organization that can survive an era and continue to be active in the public eye, these guys are supported by big people, unlike those rats in the sewers, in addition to shrewdly hiding, there is also a certain counterattack power, at least there is a demigod or above power."

"They actually have demigod-level power, wouldn't that be too dangerous...... Venason asked worriedly.

Joseph smiled and shook his head, as if answering a trifle:

"In the continent of Federas, the gods of sleep and crimson have absolute authority, and it is only a matter of time before the moth is eradicated, so there is no need to worry."

"Also, it's your share of credit for successfully capturing their minions tonight, and since you haven't officially joined the Night's Watch yet, I'll give you credit for your exploits, and we'll distribute the prize money to you when you're officially a teammate, which is about £300."

300 pounds? Venathan's eyes suddenly lit up, and immediately his heart swelled with crazy joy, and even his breathing began to become heavier, even to the point where it was difficult to control.

"£300 is the total prize money, which requires a deduction of 20% personal income tax, and then the Night's Watch teamwork, and each person will also take a part, but since the enemy came down from the stairs and was wounded, we didn't invest much, so all things considered, you will end up with between £120 and £140."

Taxation? I heard you right, there is such a product as taxation in this world? Is that a staggering 20 percent income tax?

The uncontrollable joy of Venason just now instantly drooped, and he found this custom personal income tax bastard, William Pitt, from the memory fragments!

As the former prime minister of Ghent, he is an old conservative party and believes that in the kingdom of Ghent, everyone needs to report personal income tax, which will better build the country's economy and develop the civilization of the steam industry.

This bastard, he made all my money fly away, my dear little money.

At this time, Joseph restrained his smile, he looked at Venason, his expression became solemn and serious, and said:

"Judging from the unexpected events that happened today, you need to touch the transcendent as soon as possible and become a clergyman, so that at least you have the power to protect yourself, so that before you step on the transcendent steam train and enter the gate of St. Hornavich University, I will arrange for someone to keep an eye on here, do you have any opinions?"

"Thank you for your help, Officer Joseph, I have no opinion." Venason said bluntly.

"Well, it's probably only going to take 3 days, maybe sooner."

Joseph turned his body slightly, draped in a splash of crimson, and shifted his gaze from Venason to the darkness at the farthest point of Mink Street, and said slowly:

"Let me remind you a little more, the first class to go to St. Hornavich University is to choose the blasphemous cards that suit you, and each blasphemous card contains an incredible supernatural power, and it is this power that has promoted us from ordinary people to priests."

"Generally speaking, the professor in the school will take out three blasphemy cards of different sequence pathways, one is the Piper of the 17th Sequence Path of the Priesthood, one is the Spirit Master of the 9th Sequence Path of the Priesthood, and finally the Dream Thief of the 12th Sequence Path of the Priesthood, the first and the third can be chosen at will, as for the Spirit Master of the Sequence Path 9, it is better not to, it is a relatively failed Priesthood Pathway!"

Failed Priesthood Path??

Venason smiled awkwardly, he didn't know how to answer the question, because he was now standing on that failed path to the priesthood.