The monastery should have been around for less than 100 years, but when you walk through the blue-black portico, you still feel a heavy sense of history.

Unlike churches, monasteries are more like religious schools, and almost all believers who want to join the Holy See start with this kind of monastery, where they chant the scriptures, pray, and listen to the enlightenment of the Holy Light every day.

In fact, if it weren't for such cumbersome rules, Sherlock would really not be in his thirties, and he still wouldn't have the slightest devotion to the Holy See.

The courtyard was full of flowers and trees, and occasionally some low-ranking monks wearing linen robes could be seen; After passing through a few wooden doors, the sound of chanting could be faintly heard, and finally, after walking through a few corridors made of bluebrick and stone slabs, Sherlock was ushered into the deepest tower of a monastery.

This surprised him a little.

The canonization ceremony is also the only way for mortals to become contractors, even if it is not as grand as the knight's canonization, it has to be solemn or mysterious, right, is it possible to make do with it in this small tower?

In fact, as early as half a century ago, the canonization of the contractor was really a solemn and mysterious ritual, and even required a sacrificial-level clergy to preside;

However, during the second demonic invasion, both the Holy See and the government needed a lot of combat power, so the canonization ceremony was almost decentralized to all monasteries, sometimes seven or eight times a day, regardless of whether there was talent or not, anyway, try it first; At that time, there were a lot of people who wanted to accept the experiment, after all, becoming a contractor always had a better chance of surviving than a mortal. This has led to the increasing regularity of this ritual, which is why there are more than a million contractors in the world to date.

Pushing open the wooden door, the peculiar smell of incense wafts into the face, and the tower is not lit by the sunlight, only the rings of candles that surround the walls.

And in the middle of the candle was a huge bulletin table with a huge book over 30 centimeters thick, as well as some tools that Sherlock couldn't read.

The nun strolled to the bulletin stand and motioned for Sherlock to come too.

"This is the beginning of the ceremony?" Sherlock wondered, "Just the two of us?" ”

The nun smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Holmes, now the basic canonization ceremony operation of the Holy See is quite mature, and there is no longer a need for cumbersome processes, if you cooperate, it can actually be finished in just ten minutes." ”

As she spoke, she flipped open the heavy book and held a disc in her hand.

The disc was hollowed in the middle, made entirely of brass, like a cauldron lid, but with intricate words and symbols engraved on it, and then the nun took out another needle.

"Please give me a finger of yours." She said.

Sherlock probably played this kind of game with the criminals, and subconsciously thought that he was going to chop off a finger for the other party, but he soon realized that he only needed to stretch out his finger.

So he stretched out the index finger of his right hand and hung it over the copper plate, while the nun poked the tip of his finger with a needle.

A drop of blood...... Slowly fall into the complex scriptures.

That seems to be the end of the story————

For the nun no longer made any other movements, but stared intently at the drop of blood on the plate......

Sherlock, of course, followed suit.

After about a minute, suddenly, the drop of blood seeped into the container, turning into a bright red trace, and the trace began to move slowly along the complex lines, and finally, it stopped on a symbol like '𠃋亅'.

The nun immediately put down the bronze plate and flipped the book to a page, as if looking for a matching symbol on it.

Finally......

"Found it." The nun called softly.

However, Sherlock noticed a momentary complication in her expression.

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't ...... No. The nun hesitated for a moment, then gave such an answer, and then said: "Then Mr. Sherlock, we have found the contract creature corresponding to you, please follow me silently to recite the following pronunciations, and in the process of pronunciation, look at a certain position in your line of sight, try to get as close as possible to you, open the void crack for the first time, if the distance is too far, it may cause some damage to your consciousness." ”

As he spoke, he directly pronounced a few pronunciations that were not too difficult.

Sherlock thought something might be wrong, but it was clearly not the time to struggle, so he quickly followed the chant while keeping his eyes fixed on a spot at hand......

And in the process of his retelling...... A very strange feeling came through my head. It's as if part of my mind has been pulled away and transferred to the place where I look at, and as long as I control it a little, there is a force that pulls at the sides of the space where there is nothing.

This feeling was very new to Sherlock...... So he followed the thought and slowly exerted himself.

Forthwith!

A spatial crack appeared!

"So easy?!"

Sherlock was shocked, it was much easier than tearing a person's throat, after all, people would struggle a little...... So, following this force, Sherlock tried to tear the crack a little wider.

But when the crack is torn to 30 centimeters long, it can no longer be expanded.

Presumably because of their own abilities that can only reach this level, or because they have been affected by the Light.

And just as he was speculating about why...... Suddenly, something crawled out of the spatial rift.

A ...... Bugger.

Forehead...... Although it is a little strange, it is really a bug, the body is blue-gray, and the length is about seven or eight centimeters, like a banana that has been stripped of its skin and left in the air for three days to oxidize.

The little insect slowly crawled out of the crack, first poked its head out, and then as if it was afraid of the unfamiliar environment, it trembled and wanted to move back, but it was too stupid, and when it turned around, the fleshy body didn't pay attention to it, and slipped out of the crack, but the void crack was opened about half a meter from the ground, so it chirped and fell to the ground, making a pitiful 'chirp' sound.

"......" was silent for a while.

Sherlock opened his mouth slightly, looked at the caterpillar in shock, then turned his head to look at the nun beside him, and found that the other person was looking at him with a look of pity and embarrassment.

"This ...... What is this? ”

"Ahem. According to the Abyssal Creature Records of the Holy See, it is supposed to be a worm that lives in hell. ”

"Creep...... Worm? Sherlock subconsciously repeated, "So, this thing is my contract demon?" ”

"Yes." The nun no longer looked at Sherlock, and even simply lowered her head and looked at the hem of her long run.

He seemed to finally understand what the strange expression on the other party's face just now meant.

Is that what your own contract demon is?

Looking at the caterpillar again, it was finally extremely difficult to turn over, but it didn't dare to move, so it simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"This thing...... What are the abilities? Sherlock seemed to be trying to struggle a bit.

The nun turned around and walked over to the book, flipped through it again, and finally said with some embarrassment, "Really...... I'm sorry, but judging by the papal record over the centuries, this contract demon of yours is of the lowest kind, that is......

It is capable of nothing. ”