When Angor was constructing the model of the door, he already sensed the presence of illusion energy. However, he didn't think the door would be affected by the illusion since it was just a simple teleportation.
But he didn't expect it to affect the door here.
Well, it wasn't the right word to say. At least, Angor believed that space energy, special energy, and illusion energy formed a perfect balance even though the latter was the main energy source.
Without the help of illusion energy, the door might not be as interesting.
What Angor wanted to know the most was what would happen when the illusion energy appeared on the door. It couldn't be that this technique had become exaggerated because of the illusion, right? Or would it create a large number of illusions around the door?
As Angor pondered, the outline of the door became clearer and clearer.
As the door appeared, Angor sensed that the special energy inside the model of the door was slowly becoming entangled with the door in front of him.
The special energy was like a chain that tightly connected Angor and the door.
Because of this, the special energy covering the model of the door began to shrink rapidly. However, this didn't mean that the energy was going away. Angor could feel that the energy was still in a balanced state, and it would cover the model of the door again in the future. However, he couldn't tell how long it would take until after this experiment.
After making sure that the energy would continue to expand, Angor no longer paid attention to the spell slots. Instead, he stared at the door in front of him.
The appearance of this door was almost exactly the same as the door model on the spell slot. The only difference was that the door model on the spell slot was made up of countless patterns, while the door in front of him was made up of countless intertwining glowing lines.
It was a beautiful sight.
Angor was more concerned about the appearance of the door. The door had no door. Instead, it was covered by a thin layer of light mist.
The three types of energy Angor sensed earlier were all on this layer of mist, and the special energy was the main one.
Angor felt that he had a deep connection with the door in front of him, but he still couldn't tell what was behind it.
Angor took a deep breath. He was here to test the door anyway, so he couldn't back down now.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward and entered the mist.
…
Alex followed the priest who had adopted him into the Church of Kruje.
It was said that the church had stood in the town for more than two hundred years. There was a time when the church was flourishing, but because God had never done any miracles and the town's residents were getting fewer and fewer, the Church of Kruje began to fall into disuse. Especially in recent years, when the road to the Holy City was cut off, the clergy could no longer be sent, and the Kruje Church became even more dilapidated.
Now there was only Alex and Brent Lang, and Sister Tessa, who worked in the garden every day.
Father Bollenlang, who had adopted Alex, was now over seventy years old. Whether it was his body or his mind, he was no longer what he used to be. As for Sister Tessa, she was over sixty years old.
This resulted in the entire church being taken care of by Alex alone.
As for Alex, he couldn't clean up the church all by himself. This made the Kruje Church look a little gray and dilapidated. The colorful paper on the windows had turned yellow. Not to mention the carving of the Father God at the top of the church. Because there was no ladder, no one had cleaned it for several years.
Alex looked up at the somewhat dirty and mottled face of the Father, and there was no trace of mercy. On the contrary, he faintly felt a sense of gloominess and terror.
"Alex, looking directly into the eyes of the Father God is an act of disrespect." Brent Lang reprimanded.
"I was just thinking …" Alex paused, as if he didn't know how to express it.
After a long time, under Brent Lang's gaze, he whispered: "Why has the Father God never given his glory?"
After Brent Lang heard this, he didn't say anything. He stretched out his trembling old hand, took out a book from his white robe, put it in front of his chest, closed his eyes and said: "Father God above, please forgive this lost child. He hasn't been baptized, so he can't see the mercy of the Father God. Your humble believer will use the rest of his life to lead him to find the light from the confusion. "
After Brent Lang finished speaking, he recited a few words of the Father God's precepts. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Alex.
Brent Lang didn't say anything, but his quiet gaze made Alex feel pressured. He couldn't help but lower his head.
"Alex, you are questioning the Father God." Brent Lang's tone was stern: "This is even more disrespectful than looking directly into the Father God's eyes."
"I know I was wrong." Alex lowered his head, avoiding Brent Lang's gaze.
Brent Lang: "It's good that you know you were wrong. But I want you to think from the perspective of the Holy Bible. "
Alex actually wanted to argue. The rules of the Holy Bible were too harsh and rigid. If he thought from there, it would kill his ability to think. He would end up like Sister Tessa, who only knew how to water and plant flowers in the garden.
However, Alex didn't say anything to refute. He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
Brent Lang looked at Alex and sighed softly: "I know you have a lot of doubts, but doubts are a cage that troubles the mortal heart. When you really become a priest, you will understand that the Father God will certainly answer all your doubts. So, your doubts now are unnecessary. "
"Moreover, I am old. I expect that I will soon return to the Father God's kingdom. Only you can take over the Kruje Church. You are questioning the Father God, so how can I rest assured that the church will be handed over to you?" Brent Lang said sadly.
Alex's face was full of guilt: "It was my fault."
Brent Lang sighed: "Ever since I brought you, who had lost your memory, back to the church, I could see that you didn't fit in. Why don't you try to fit in? After all, you will live here in the name of a priest for a long time. "
Alex still lowered his head and admitted his mistake, but in his heart, it was a different scene.
Brent Lang wanted to scold him a little more, but at this time, the door of the church was pushed open.
A middle-aged woman wearing a black dress and a cloth apron around her waist walked in, sobbing softly.
The middle-aged woman glanced at Bron Lang and Alex with red eyes, then sobbed. Tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a string.
Brent Lang looked at her with pity in his eyes.
The middle-aged woman cried until she was out of breath. After a long time, she heard a rustling sound in front of her. She looked up and saw a white-haired young man reach out his slender hand and hand her a handkerchief.
"It's Alex … Ugh … Where's Father Brent Lang?" The middle-aged woman took the handkerchief and looked around, but she didn't see anyone else in the church.
"Father Brent Lang has already left for the cemetery. He said he would personally go and perform the last rites for Knight Raven. I will explain for you, Madam." Alex's eyes were full of pity.
Hearing Knight Raven's name, the middle-aged woman froze for a moment, and tears flowed out of her eyes again.
"Raven, my Raven, how could you abandon Mother …" She cried out in despair.
"Madam Connie, I know you're sad after losing your son. Perhaps it'll be better if you tell me what's bothering you," Alex said as he led Connie to the confessional on the side of the church.
Because of her son's death, Connie seemed to have lost her soul. She staggered and followed Alex.
When the confessional was first built, it was a small red wooden cubicle. However, as time passed, the red paint slowly peeled off, revealing the dark black wood inside. The gradual change of red and black gave the illusion of dripping blood.
Connie walked into the confessional and couldn't wait to speak of her sorrow.
Alex sat on the other side, listening quietly.
Knight Raven was a member of the town's knight squad. He patrolled Ghost Town all year round. Alex had seen him once. He was a very bright young man.
However, Knight Raven was already dead. His body couldn't even be found.
Only a head was left.
When it was discovered, it was hanging ten kilometers outside the town, on the pier of the stone bridge leading to the Holy City.
This was clearly an unnatural death.
However, Knight Raven wasn't the first person in town to die an unnatural death. Ever since Alex was brought to Ghost Town by Brent Lang three years ago, according to Alex's own statistics, this was already the seventeenth.
Every one of them only had their heads left. Their bodies had all disappeared.
To date, this series of strange cases still hadn't been solved. No one knew who the murderer was.
It could be said that this was a huge shadow that haunted the entire town of Ghost Town.
When Mrs Connie had finished speaking about her helplessness and sorrow, Alex lit a prayer candle for her, and said a few words of consolation before sending Mrs Connie out of the church.
Before Madam Connie left, Alex asked, "Miss Fathy is about to give birth, isn't she?"
Connie paused. "I'm not familiar with Fathy, so I don't know. But I think Raven mentioned it before. That's true. Why do you ask? "
Alex smiled. "I'm just asking. That's all."
After sending Connie off, Alex returned to the church. He pushed open the door to the confessional and walked in.
He sat there quietly, thinking about a few things.
After some time, Alex suddenly raised his head and looked up in a certain direction. "I don't know why Father Brent Lang and Madam Connie can't see you."
"But I can see you."
"I really want to know. You've been following me all day. What's the matter? And, who are you? "
There was nothing in the direction Alex was looking.
However, from Alex's own vision, there is a blonde young man who looks about the same age as him floating there.
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