"Alright." Crestet Cesimir nodded and leaned forward a little. "Then swear on the holy relic."
As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the silver box at his feet.
Holy relic? The holy relic that made you known as the Sword of the Goddess? Klein curiously observed the senior deacon's every move.
Crestet placed the box on his knees, and his dark green eyes instantly turned black.
He raised his right hand and pressed down. Something on the surface of the zither-box-like silvery-white chest instantly shattered and disintegrated, receding like the tide.
Almost at the same time, Klein felt that all the light around him was attracted to the box.
Therefore, he saw that the alchemy room was completely dark, except for the elegant gas lamp itself surrounded by the metal grid, and the silver-white box flowing with light. The scene was exceptionally strange.
Pa!
With a crisp sound, the core of the Nighthawks, one of the nine high-ranking deacons, Crestet Cesimir, opened the chest, revealing a pure white bone sword inside.
Yes, a bone sword. When he first saw this short sword that was less than a meter long, Klein instinctively thought that its main material was bone!
In the dark alchemy room where the gas lamp burned silently, the dagger quietly emitted a pure white, moist light, like the moon hanging high in the night, comforting people's hearts, like a lighthouse pointing the way in the storm.
Its surface seemed pure and flawless, but upon closer inspection, one would find that its depths were densely covered with layers of symbols and labels, and these mysterious patterns and the sword body formed an inseparable whole.
Klein looked at the holy sword and suddenly found that he couldn't move his eyes away!
His vision was sucked in, and his brown eyes slowly lost their luster.
At this moment, Crestet moved the box upwards, moving the pure white dagger away from its original position.
Klein instantly snapped to his senses, finally escaping from the nightmare that he couldn't avoid despite watching helplessly.
He looked to the side and asked solemnly,
"Sir, do you need me to place my hand on this holy sword?"
"Yes, come here." Crestet's voice was like a lullaby reciting from a pillow book.
Klein stood up, squinted his eyes, and moved forward one small step at a time. Because it was too dark, he couldn't even see the senior deacon's legs and his slightly old leather boots.
"Stop," Crestet said calmly.
Klein stopped in his tracks and stood in place. He quickly glanced at the pure white bone sword out of the corner of his eye and then looked away in fear.
Following that one second of memory, he bent down, extended his right hand, and accurately pressed on the holy sword.
A cold but not bone-piercing feeling passed through his skin to his brain, calming the distracting thoughts and worries in his heart in an instant. It was as if he had come to a village after the hustle and bustle, sat on the roof, smelled the harvest, and quietly looked up at the night sky and the starry sky.
"Repeat after me," Crestet said in a low voice.
"Okay." Klein nodded.
Then, he heard the high-ranking deacon in front of him speak in Hermes.
"The Evernight Goddess who is loftier than the starry sky and more eternal than eternity.
"I swear on my true name and my spirituality."
"I, Klein, will never reveal the corresponding details to anyone who doesn't know about the acting method from now on.
"If I violate it, I'm at your disposal.
"Please bear witness to my oath."
Klein reined in his various thoughts and solemnly recited the oath in Hermes with Deacon Cesimir.
Vaguely, he felt that he and the pure white bone sword had established a subtle connection with a certain existence in the infinite distance.
He retracted his right hand and drew the crimson moon on his chest.
"Praise the Lady!"
"Praise the Lady!" Crestet smiled and bowed as well.
Right on the heels of that, he slammed the lid shut and pressed his right hand heavily and slowly on it.
The darkness was instantly lit up, and the light from the gas lamps filled the room once again.
Klein saw that Deacon Cesimir's eyes, which had been tainted with a dark black luster, had also turned dark green at the same time.
He retreated to his high-back chair, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion, "What's going on?
"Acting method?"
Crestet cleared his throat and did not answer the question directly. Instead, he smiled.
Instead, he smiled and said, "You might be confused about what I'm about to say next, but I won't explain it to you, because it involves the secrets of the Church."
You'll only be qualified to know when you become an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon … Klein looked at Cesimir, who had his collar up high, and answered inwardly.
"You'll only be allowed to know when you become an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon," Crestet emphasized.
Klein nodded solemnly in agreement.
Crestet placed the silver box by his feet again and crossed his right leg.
"In the long history of the Church, generation after generation of Beyonder geniuses have gradually figured out the best way to avoid losing control."
"And the core of this method is the name of the potion. It's not only the key, but it's also the key."
Glancing at Klein's pondering expression, Crestet continued.
"We discovered that the names of the potions all point to certain groups, and the corresponding groups have similar and unique patterns of behavior. To put it simply, the names of the potions contain certain rules, and different potion names contain different rules. When we strictly abide by the rules contained in our potions, the risk of losing control will be minimized."
"Similar to my Seer rules?" Klein seized the opportunity to ask.
This isn't even as easy to understand as the explanation I gave to Justice and The Hanging Man … At the same time, he silently lampooned in his heart.
"Yes." Crestet gave an affirmative answer. "When we abide by the corresponding rules, it looks like we become the group described by the potion's name. That is to say, we are 'acting' the job that the potion's name points to. Yes, this is the 'acting method.' You have to remember that everyone's spirituality is special and unique. Compared to people who have consumed the same potion, the core rules that they need to abide by will not change, but the corresponding boundaries will have their own characteristics and will not be similar. Therefore, the experience of others can only be used as a reference."
This is the key point that I didn't realize … Klein said sincerely, "Thank you for your reminder.
"Thank you for your reminder. I'll keep it in mind."
Crestet smiled.
"This is the accumulated experience of generations after generations," Ye Zichen said.
"After using the 'acting method,' we not only gain control of the potion, but we also digest it. It's just like digesting the food we eat. When you truly digest the potion and the remaining mental influence, you will obtain a unique and wonderful feeling. Do you understand?"
"I understand. Digesting, this word is very appropriate … "Klein pretended to be deep in thought.
After Crestet explained in detail for a while, Klein asked after some deliberation,
"Your Excellency, since the name of the potion is the key and the key, how did the first Beyonders obtain them? I heard it was recorded on the Blasphemy Slate? "
"Yes, that's correct." Crestet answered frankly, "But the records are all ancient names. Later on, the names of the potion were derived from divine revelations, and some came from the summaries of Beyonders themselves."
Klein nodded slowly and pursed his lips.
"Your Excellency, since the acting method is so effective, why doesn't the Church tell every Nighthawk about it?"
"As I said, this is the Church's secret. When you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you will understand the reason." "Alright, go back upstairs and inform the other Nighthawks. Get them to come down one by one. I'm going to carry out the final step of the examination."
Was he trying to prevent Frye and the others from revealing the "acting method"? Klein stood up thoughtfully and bade farewell according to the etiquette of the Nighthawks.
He walked through the corridor and up the stairs to return to the Blackthorn Security Company. He saw Dunn smoking his pipe at the entrance of the basement. It was unknown how long he had been waiting.
The corners of his mouth curled up. Klein took the initiative and said, "There shouldn't be any problems.
His Excellency, Cesimir, asked me to inform Frye and the others to talk to them one by one. "
"Yes, this is the final step. This also means that there were no problems before this." Dunn put away his pipe and went to the Nighthawks' recreation room to explain what had happened.
As he watched Frye and Seeka enter the basement, Klein suddenly thought of something.
He hurriedly said, "Captain, should we replace Royale, who's on duty at Chanis Gate, and Leonard, who's monitoring the asylum? Oh, and Kenley, who's on leave. "
Dunn was taken aback. He pinched his temples.
"I forgot …"
He paused, then chuckled and said, "However, it won't be too complicated. One of the benefits of having a high-ranking deacon do the examination is that there's no need to send a telegram to the Holy Cathedral. There's no need to go through all the complicated paperwork. He can give you a conclusion on the spot and give you the Clown potion formula and main ingredients."
"That's not bad." Klein couldn't help but look forward to what was about to happen.
…
An hour and a half passed. After Kenley walked out of the alchemy room with a solemn and doubtful expression, Klein was called underground again. He once again faced the high-ranking deacon, the Goddess's Sword, Crestet Cesimir.
This time, the golden-brown haired, green-eyed His Excellency didn't sit. Instead, he stood there, allowing the cold underground breeze to ruffle his black trench coat.
Crestet's two heavy collars stood up high, hiding his chin in the shadows.
He looked at Klein and smiled.
"Nighthawk Klein Moretti, I solemnly inform you in the name of the Goddess that you have passed the examination of the Holy Cathedral."
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