The phantom on the sword flashed and disappeared.
On the bright surface of the sword, Kandra's reflection disappeared without a trace like a reflection of the moon in the water.
But Lin Jie was sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him.
Then … a ghost?
He leaned back slightly and calmly turned the sword. He looked at the sword inscription on it again, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity increased.
Some information naturally appeared in his mind, as if he should have known it in the first place.
For example, this sword should have been inserted in the sword pool in the middle of the hall with the white dome. For example, it was the holy sword of Elfertz, and together with the crown made of laurel branches, it formed the symbol of royalty.
The last time he woke up from the dream, he looked at this longsword and had the illusion that he had used it to fight on the battlefield and had a sword skill that was tempered thousands of times.
At this moment, this illusion was no longer an illusion, because he had even mastered an unfamiliar language that he had never come into contact with before without a teacher.
Lin Jie knew that there might be a more reasonable explanation for this situation, such as Acquired Scholar Syndrome.
But he had not been knocked out by anyone recently, so he was sure that his brain was intact. Remember the website: m.9biquge.com.
And to suddenly master a language, one must have learned or come into contact with this language before, so his current situation was not suitable.
Lin Jie suddenly remembered that Kandra had given him something back then.
The laurel crown!
His gaze fell on his wrist, but he didn't find anything strange.
"That's right. If there was, I would have discovered it a few days ago."
Lin Jie touched his wrist. He didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or regret.
"But, does this mean that I accidentally 'expiated' him in the dream?"
"Combined with Kandra's performance back then, he should be a ghost attached to this sword because of his obsession. It was not a simple dream like I thought at the beginning."
"Hmm … Maybe this holy sword of the Elfertz Kingdom became the ancestral sword of the Yue Sefu Family after being passed down for a long time. Or maybe their family had a mission to protect this sword and not let the ghost harm the world, but they had already forgotten. After it passed to me, Kandra had the power to affect dreams."
"But he was quite friendly. No matter how deep his resentment was, after such a long time, there was probably not much left. The last bit of his obsession was cured by my chicken soup."
Lin Jie looked at the sword in his hand and pondered, "The most important thing that Kandra gave me in the end was neither the holy sword nor the laurel crown, but his life that I experienced in my dream …"
This ghost from the ancient era chose this method to pass down everything in the kingdom.
"The only problem is how much of the dream is real and how much is fake."
Lin Jie remembered the process of Kandra learning all kinds of knowledge and swordsmanship from the court teachers when he was young. But some of the 'divine spells', 'spells', and the part where he challenged the gods in the end were vague.
Did this mean that A Zier once had a mythological era, but now there was no trace of it with the extinction of those ancient kingdoms?
Or perhaps, these things were all hidden away …
Lin Jie touched his chin. It seemed that he had to get the history of the rise and fall of Elfertz.
But where was the Scholar's Organization that he had never heard of?
— —
Colin carefully took out the prepared 'holy water' and sprinkled some in the four corners of the room and the door.
Smelling the faint fragrance of the holy water, he took a deep breath and silently chanted an incantation. He stretched out his hand and drew an arc from his forehead to his right arm and then to his chest.
This was the prayer posture of the Dome Church, symbolizing the protection of the moon.
"Thank the moon …"
After Colin finished doing all this, he trembled and let out a long breath. He felt much better, both physically and mentally.
Thanks to Father Vincent's Holy Water Formula, he had been sleeping much better for the past few days, and the anxiety in his heart had also lessened a lot.
Colin's face twitched slightly. The only drawback was that … it was a little expensive.
But it was all worth it!
"How are those idiots now? They didn't listen to my advice and even called me a lunatic! I'll let you have a taste of my power later … "
Colin looked out from the gap in the window of the shop and complained bitterly. He had a complicated feeling of hope and schadenfreude.
He hoped that these three fellows with the word 'look down' in their eyes would be dealt with, and he also hoped that they could really solve the current situation.
If, if the few police officers from the Central Police Station could use their arrogant 'nobility' to get rid of the evil spirit next door, then … then he could even be a lunatic for once.
They had guns. Guns, get rid of that terrifying evil spirit! Don't let him be afraid anymore!
Colin quietly lifted the blinds and looked at the door of the shop next door.
However, he saw the door of the bookstore open, and another handsome blonde young man walked out, carrying the three police officers who had just walked into the bookstore.
They hung their heads, not knowing if they were unconscious or caused by other drugs.
The blonde young man had a very righteous temperament, and at the same time, there was a kind of power in his gestures. Colin had seen such people before, but they were all on TV, so he was sure that this young man must also be from the Central District.
However, when the young man carried out the three fellows who looked like they were on the brink of death from being tortured by the evil spirit, the expression on his face was actually respectful!
"God, how can the people from the Central Police Station be like this, how can they have such an attitude … Their people are injured, and they don't even ask about it? He must be under control! "
Colin shivered and suddenly put down the blinds. He took two steps back and desperately sprinkled holy water on the window.
"Moon, please protect me, listen to my prayers, give me peace …"
"Father Vincent, where are you? Come and save me! "
— —
Vincent was on his way here.
He looked at the address on the communication device again, and confirmed that he only needed to walk another six kilometers to reach his destination. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As it happened that the new apostle of the parish was taking office, the priest of the parish had to go and receive the teachings and baptism of the new apostle. He missed a lot of requests for help, and could only give instructions in the form of text messages.
Fortunately, he rushed back now, and there was still time to carry out the exorcism.
At the same time, he couldn't help but worry.
"I hope this time it's really evil … and not a simple mental problem caused by lack of sleep."
He would receive about four or five requests for help from the parish every month, but the real evil was usually only one-tenth or even less.
Therefore, he had already developed the habit of letting the people who asked for help prepare the holy water first.
The exorcism effect was real, but the main effect was to improve the quality of sleep … The effect was so good that many people who asked for help felt that the evil had disappeared after two or three times, and greatly praised Father Vincent's exorcism ability.
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