"Okay. Crestai Sesima nodded, leaned forward a little, and said, "Then you swear by the holy thing." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and lifted the silver-white box at his feet.

Relic? the relic, the one you have called the "Goddess Sword"? Crane watched with curiosity the actions of the senior deacon in front of him.

Crestai placed the box on his lap, his dark green eyes instantly turning to a deep black.

He raised his right hand and pressed it down, and something suddenly shattered and disintegrated on the surface of the silver-white box like a piano case, and the tide receded.

Almost at the same time, Crane felt all the glow around him be drawn to the inside of the box.

Then he saw that the alchemy room was pitch black, except for the elegant gas lamp itself surrounded by the metal grid, except for the box with silver and white brilliance, the scene was extremely strange.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, Crestai Cessima, one of the nine High Deacons at the heart of the Nightwatch, opened the chest, revealing a pure white bone sword placed inside.

That's right, the bone sword, as soon as he saw this short sword that was less than a meter long, Klein intuitively thought that its main material was bone!

In the alchemy room, where the gas lamps burned silently but were pitch black, the dagger quietly emitted a pure white and moist glow, like a moon hanging high in the middle of the night that comforted people's hearts, like a lighthouse marking the way in a storm.

Its surface may seem immaculate, but if you look closely, you will find that the depths are densely covered with layers of symbols and logos, and these mysterious patterns form an inseparable whole with the blade.

Crane looked at the holy sword, and suddenly realized that he couldn't take his eyes off it!

His gaze was sucked in, and his brown eyes slowly lost their luster.

At this moment, Crestai moved the chest upwards, leaving the pure white shortsword from its original position.

Crane woke up and finally broke free from the nightmare he couldn't avoid.

He looked to the side and asked solemnly:

"Your Excellency, do you need me to put my hand on this holy sword?"

"Yes, come here. Crestai's voice was like reciting a pillow book and singing a lullaby.

Crane stood up, squinted his eyes, and moved over in small steps, because it was so dark that he couldn't even see the legs and feet of the senior deacon in front of him and the slightly old leather boots of the other party.

"Stop. Crestai spoke calmly.

Crane paused, stood in place, glanced at the pure white bone sword out of the corner of his eye, and then moved away in fear.

Following the memory of that short second, he bent down, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it accurately on the holy sword.

The cold and non-piercing feeling passed through his skin to his brain, so that the distractions and worries in his heart were instantly soothed, just like coming to the hustle and bustle of the countryside, sitting on the roof, smelling the harvest smell, quietly looking up at the night, looking up at the starry sky.

"You chant after me. Crestai said in a deep voice.

"Okay. Crane nodded.

Then he heard the high deacon before him say in Hermeth:

"The goddess of the night who is nobler than the starry sky, older than eternity;"

"I swear to you by my real name and by my spirituality. ”

"I, Klein, from now on, will never reveal the corresponding details to anyone who does not know the 'acting'. ”

"If you disobey, you will be punished. ”

"Please bear witness to my oath. ”

Crane reined in his thoughts, followed Senior Deacon Secima, and solemnly recited the oath in Hermes.

Vaguely, he felt that he had established a subtle and vague connection with the pure white bone sword and some existence at infinity.

Retracting his right hand, he drew the Crimson Moon on his chest:

"Praise be to the Goddess!"

"Praise the Goddess!" Crestel smiled and saluted.

Then he snapped the lid shut and let his right hand press heavily and slowly.

Darkness was lit up in an instant, and the glow of the gas lamp filled the room once more.

Klein saw Senior Deacon Secima's eyes dyed dark black, and at the same moment, they returned to dark green.

He sat down backwards in his high-backed chair, frowned slightly, and said in confusion:

"How to play?"

Crestai cleared his throat, did not answer the question directly, and instead smiled:

"What I'm going to say next, you may be a little confused, you may be a little confused, but I won't explain to you why, because it involves the secrecy of the church. ”

You are not qualified to know until you become an archbishop or a senior deacon...... Klein looked at Lord Sesima, who had his collar raised high on the other side, and replied in his heart.

"You are not allowed to know until you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you become the core of the church. Crestai emphasized.

Crane nodded in agreement with seriousness and seriousness.

Crestai put the silver box back at his feet, stilted his right leg and said:

"Over the course of its long history, generations of extraordinary geniuses have gradually figured out ways to avoid getting out of control to the greatest extent. ”

And at the heart of this approach is the name of the potion, which is not only the key, but also the key. ”

Glancing at Klein's thoughtful expression, Crestai continued:

"We've found that potion names all point to a certain group of people, and each group has a similar, unique pattern of behavior, simply put, potion names contain some specific rules, different potion names contain different rules, and when we strictly follow the rules contained in our potions, the risk of getting out of control is minimized. ”

"Similar to my 'soothsayer's code'?" Klein asked, seizing the moment.

This is not as easy to understand as my explanation of "justice" and "hanged man...... At the same time, he complained silently in his heart

"Yes. Crestai replied in the affirmative, "When we follow the rules of conduct, it seems to become the kind of group described by the name of the potion, that is, we are 'playing' the profession that the name of the potion points to, well, this is the 'playing', you have to remember that everyone's spirituality is special and unique, and compared to people who have taken the same potion, the core part of the rules of behavior that needs to be followed will not change, but the corresponding boundaries have their own characteristics and will not be similar, so the experience of others can only be used as a reference." ”

That's the key point I don't know I didn't find...... Klein spoke sincerely:

"Thank you for the reminder, I'll remember. ”

Crestai smiled and said:

"It's all about the experience of generations. ”

"With the 'play-along', we don't just grasp the potion, we digest it, just like we digest the food we eat, and when you really digest the potion, when you digest the residual psychic influence, you get a unique, wonderful feeling, understand?"

"I see. Digestion, that word, apt......" Klein pretended to be thinking.

After Krestai explained in detail for a while, he asked thoughtfully:

"Sir Sesima, since the name of the potion is the key, the key, how did the original Extraordinary One get them? I heard that it was blasphemous?"

"Yes, that's true. Crestai replied calmly, "But the names recorded above are all ancient names, and the subsequent derivation of potion names comes from 'Divine Revelation', and some from the summary of the Extraordinary One itself. ”

Klein nodded slowly, pursed his lips and said:

"Sir Sesima, if the 'Playing Method' is so effective, why doesn't the Church tell everyone on the night watch?"

"As I said, it's a secret of the Church, and when you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you'll understand why. "All right," replied Crestai, "Go upstairs first, and inform the other night watchmen to come down one by one, and I'll take the final step of my examination." ”

Is this so that Frye and the others can't reveal the "trick of playing"?Klein got up thoughtfully, and left according to the etiquette of the night watch.

He walked down the hallway, down the stairs, back to Blackthorn Security, where he saw Dunn sniffing his pipe at the underground entrance, waiting for an unknown amount of time.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and Klein took the initiative to say:

"There should be no problem, Lord Sesima asked me to inform Fry that they go talk one by one. ”

"Well, that's the last step, which means there's nothing wrong ahead. Dunn put away his pipe and went to the Nightwatcher's recreation room to relay the story.

Seeing Fry and Siga go deep into the ground, Crane suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said:

"Captain, do you want to replace Luo Yao on the rotation of Chanisgate, and Leonard who monitors the madhouse? ”

Dunn was stunned, pinched the corner of his forehead and said:

"I forgot ......"

He paused, then chuckled, "However, things won't be too complicated, and one of the advantages of the senior deacon's personal inspection is that there is no need to send telegrams to the Templars, and there is no need to go through tedious paperwork exchanges, he can give conclusions on the spot, and he can give you the recipe and main ingredients of the 'Joker' potion." ”

"It's not bad. "Klein couldn't contain anticipation of what was going to happen.

............

An hour and a half passed, and after Kornley, whose expression was solemn and obviously confused, walked out of the alchemy room, Klein was called into the underground again, and once again confronted the senior deacon, the "Sword of the Goddess", Crestai Cessima.

This time, the golden-brown haired and dark-green-eyed lord did not sit still, but stood there, letting the coolness of the ground slightly blow his black trench coat.

Crestai's double collar was held high, hiding his chin in the shadows.

He looked at Klein and smiled slightly:

"Crane Moretti, Nightwatchman, I solemnly inform you in the name of the Goddess that you have passed the examination of the Templar. ”

"Congratulations, with your merits, you can now get promoted and become the Sequence 8 Extraordinary!"