"Gulp."
Vincent could clearly hear the sound of his own saliva swallowing from his throat to his ears. At that moment, the surroundings were frighteningly quiet.
He looked at the silver holy emblem in front of him and the smiling face of the bookstore owner. He did not dare to take it.
He was wrong! He was terribly wrong!
The problem was with the owner of the bookstore, not the bookstore or the other supernatural creatures!
Vincent had seen the creation methods commonly used by dark wizards in the church's library.
There were at least hundreds of souls imprisoned in the gargoyle. They were its core driving force, which gave it great power.
He could almost feel with his intuition that if the gargoyle came to life, he would definitely die!
In the Eye of the Moon, each of the souls was a supernatural when they were alive. They had all died in extreme pain and resentment. They had been half-fused into an individual. After gathering a huge amount of energy, they were trapped in the gargoyle and became the will of the gargoyle.
This was a skill that only high-level dark wizards knew.
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But no matter who made the gargoyle, the owner of the bookstore who owned it must be at least an Annihilation-level supernatural being!
The creepy rose made Vincent feel like he was facing an abyss. It was like a greedy mouth that wanted to swallow something. Once it was swallowed, there was no coming back.
Vincent's fear of the rose was far greater than that of the gargoyle.
"What's wrong, Father?"
Lin Jie was a little surprised as he looked at the blindfolded father who didn't move. He was puzzled as to why the other party didn't take it. But on second thought, the other party was blind. It wasn't good to leave it hanging in the air. So he placed it on the table and deliberately made a soft sound as he said, "Then I'll leave it here.
He then said casually, "You don't look well. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Vincent forced a thin smile on his face. He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Trembling slightly, he said, "Perhaps it's because of the lack of sleep. I haven't had a good night's sleep on the way here."
His gaze fell on the Sacred Emblem on the counter, and he swallowed the sorrow in his heart.
Right now, the only casting tool they could use was already in the hands of the other party. When he said that he would take it himself, it was definitely a threat and provocation.
Sadly, as a priest who was not good at fighting, without the help of the holy emblem, Vincent did not even dare to try to retrieve the holy emblem that was placed there. A trace of despair had already surfaced in his heart.
He couldn't help but give up on himself. What exactly did this bookstore owner, an absolute high-level powerhouse, want?
Lin Jie said, "Sigh, this is a big problem. Colin has gone too far this time. I don't know how such a misunderstanding happened. He has really caused trouble for others."
"But it's better now. Please tell him the truth. I'm not an evil spirit. I hope he can resolve this ridiculous misunderstanding as soon as possible," he said with some hope and helplessness.
You may not be an evil spirit, but you are definitely an existence even more terrifying than an evil spirit!
Vincent screamed in his heart. His throat was tight, and his whole body was trembling slightly. It was not that he was so timid, but in the continuous tension, that feeling of palpitations and panic suddenly surged up again like a shadow.
He could not describe this feeling, but he could tell the difference between it and his own emotions at the moment.
This was a feeling that was more like a physical feeling than a psychological one.
Along with the sweat on his back and forehead, the heavy breathing that made his lungs twitch slightly, the accelerated heartbeat, the slight wetness at the tip of his nose, and the fear that made his skin itch and numb like ants.
And the illusionary sparkling white light in front of his eyes.
After being lured and magnified by his current emotions, it became uncomfortable. It was more intense than what he had felt in the past. It made his muscles tense, and there were even signs of spasms.
Breathe, breathe … too short and too fast. Heart and lungs are very uncomfortable. I want to … smoke …
Vincent's fingers twitched involuntarily, and he coughed heavily twice. He quickly reached out and took out the crumpled pack of cigarettes from his chest.
Then, he pulled out one and wanted to light it up, as if he was grasping at straws.
A strange eagerness made him temporarily forget about the owner of the bookstore who was staring at him covetously. He stared at the cigarette in his hand and nodded. "I will … I will explain it to Colin. I believe that he will have a new idea about you."
When he saw the cigarette, he could not help but sigh in relief. His mind started to work again.
The owner of the bookstore probably wanted to hide his identity from his neighbors. As long as he agreed to help, he would not be 'killed' … But would the Secret Ritual Tower and the Truth Society not care about such an existence?
Did he need to report it to the Church?
"Click! Click! "
Vincent was thinking as he spoke. The match trembled as it was struck twice, but it did not light up.
At this moment, Lin Jie reminded him in a low voice, "Father, smoking is prohibited in the bookstore."
Vincent was shocked because the tone was very strict. It reminded him of the experience of being reprimanded by the old priest in the Divine Arts class when he was young.
"Sorry!" He helplessly put away the cigarette and looked up to see the owner of the bookstore looking at him with a terrible expression.
His helplessness instantly turned into panic.
Vincent's limbs went weak and his scalp went numb. "I'm very sorry! I didn't know, I just … "
"You just couldn't control yourself, right?"
Lin Jie crossed his arms and supported his chin. The smile on his face had completely disappeared. He said word by word, "Have you been feeling uneasy recently? Sweating in your sleep? Emotional fluctuations? You often tremble uncontrollably? You feel that your breathing is suppressed, your body spasms, and you especially desire —"
Lin Jie reached out and pointed at the cigarette in his hand. "Smoking?"
The expression on his face changed from Vincent's abnormal trembling and panting to a serious one. He looked at the priest sitting opposite him again.
From the moment Vincent entered the bookstore, he had already noticed that his mental state was not very good. However, he had thought that it was just a simple bad state due to lack of sleep or heavy work pressure.
However, as the conversation went on, he frequently got closer to observe his various subtle behaviors. Until now, when Vincent took out the cigarette, he was basically certain.
The priest in front of him was a drug addict!
However, he did not realize it himself and looked very confused. This meant that he was very likely being framed!
Vincent stared blankly at the cigarette in his hand.
Lin Jie's gaze was deep as he asked meaningfully, "Father, where did the cigarette in your hand come from?"
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