Part 1 The Joker Chapter 167 The Sacred Objects
”Good.” Cresta Sesima nodded and leaned forward a little, “Then you will swear by the holy relic.”
As he spoke, he bent down and lifted the silver-white chest at his feet.
The holy relic? Is that the sacred object that made you known as the “Goddess’ Sword”? Klein watched the Senior Deacon’s every move with curiosity.
Crestfallen placed the chest in his lap, and his dark green eyes instantly turned deep black.
He raised his right hand and pressed downward, and something shattered and disintegrated on the surface of the lyre-box-like silver-white chest, fading like a tidal wave.
Almost at the same second, Klein felt that all of the surrounding glow was attracted to the inside of that box.
He then saw the alchemy room in total darkness, except for the elegant gas lamp itself surrounded by the metal grill, and except for the box that flowed with a silver-white radiance, the scene was exceptionally eerie.
Snap!
With a crisp ringing sound, the core of the night watchmen, one of the nine senior deacons, Crestai Sesima, opened the chest, revealing a pure white bone sword resting inside.
Yes, a bone sword, just seeing this short sword of less than a meter, Klein intuitively assumed that its main material was bone!
In the darkness of the alchemy room where gas lamps burned silently, the short sword quietly emitted a pure white, moist glow, like the moon that hung high in the night and comforted the hearts of the people, like a lighthouse that marked the direction in a storm.
Its surface looked pure and unblemished, but if one looked closely, one would find layers and layers of symbols and markings in its depths, and these mysterious patterns formed an inseparable whole with the sword.
Klein surveyed the holy sword and suddenly realized that he couldn’t take his eyes off it!
His vision was sucked in, and his brown eyes slowly lost their luster.
At that moment, Krystai moved the case upwards, allowing the pure white short sword to leave its original position.
Klein woke up with a start, finally breaking free from the nightmare he had watched but could not avoid.
He cast his eyes to the side and asked solemnly:
”Your Excellency, is it necessary for me to press my hand on this holy sword?”
”Yes, come over here.” Cresta’s voice was like chanting a pillow book and singing a lullaby.
Klein stood up, squinted, and moved over one small step at a time, because it was so dark that he couldn’t even see the legs and feet of the senior deacon in front of him or the other man’s slightly worn leather boots.
”Stop.” Crestfallen spoke calmly.
Klein paused and stood still, taking a quick glance at the pure white bone sword out of the corner of his eye before moving away again in awe.
Following the memory of that short second, he bent his back, extended his right hand, and accurately pressed it on top of the holy sword.
The cold but not piercing sensation traveled through his skin into his brain, soothing the distracting thoughts and worries in his mind instantly, like coming to the countryside after the hustle and bustle all at once, sitting to the rooftop, smelling the scent of the harvest, and quietly looking up at the dark night and the starry sky.
”You chant after me.” Cresta said in a hushed voice.
”Okay.” Klein nodded his head.
Then he heard the senior deacon before him switch to Hermetic:
”Sublimer than the stars, longer than eternity, Goddess of the Night;”
”I swear to you by my true name and by my spirit.”
”I, Klein, will never, from now on, reveal the corresponding details to anyone who does not know the ‘Playing Law’.”
”If I break it, I am at Your mercy for punishment.”
”Please witness my oath.”
Crane collected all sorts of thoughts and followed Senior Deacon Cecima, reciting the oath solemnly in Hermetic.
Vaguely, he felt that he had established a subtle and obscure connection with the pure white bone sword, and with some being in the infinite distance.
Retracting his right hand, he drew the Crimson Moon Dao on his chest:
”Praise the Goddess!”
”Praise the Goddess!” Krysta revealed a smile and followed the salute.
Immediately afterward, he snapped the lid closed and allowed his right hand to press on it heavily and slowly.
The darkness was momentarily illuminated, and the glow of the gas lamps once again stuffed the room.
Klein saw Senior Deacon Cecima’s eyes, tinted with a deep black hue, return to a dark green at the same moment.
He sat backward in his own high-backed chair, frowning slightly as he spoke in confusion:
”Playing the law?”
Crestfallen cleared his throat and, instead of answering the question directly, turned and smiled:
”What I’m going to say next, you may be a little confused and will be a little puzzled, but I won’t explain to you why, because it involves the Church’s hidden secrets.”
Wait until you become an archbishop or a senior deacon before you are qualified to know …… Klein looked across at His Excellency Cecima, who had raised his collar high, and snatched a reply in his heart.
”Wait until you become an archbishop or a senior deacon and become the core of the church before you are allowed to know.” Cresta emphasized.
Klein was busy nodding his head in recognition in a proper and serious manner.
Crestai put the silver-white box back at his feet and teetered his right leg and said:
”Throughout its long history, the Church’s extraordinary geniuses, generation after generation, have gradually figured out a way to maximize the circumvention of loss of control.”
”And the core of this method is the name of the magic potion, which is not only the key, but also the key.”
Glancing at Klein’s thoughtful expression, Crestai continued:
”We found that the names of magic potions all point to a certain type of group, and the corresponding groups have convergent and unique behavioral patterns, to put it simply, that is, the name of the magic potion contains some specific rules, and different magic potions contain different rules, and when we strictly abide by those rules contained in our own magic potions, the risk of losing control will be minimized. ”
”Similar to my ‘Diviner’s Code’?” Klein asked, seizing the moment.
It’s not as easy to understand as the explanations I gave to “Justice” and “The Inverted Hanged Man.”…… At the same time, he silently spat in his mind.
”Yes.” Krystai gave an affirmative reply, “We appear to become the type of group described by the name of the magic potion when we follow the corresponding rules of behavior, that is to say, we’re ‘playing’ the profession that the name of the magic potion points to, well, that’s ‘playing the law ‘, you have to remember that everyone’s spirituality is special and unique, and the core part of the rules of behavior that need to be followed won’t change compared to someone who has taken the same magic potion, the corresponding boundaries however each have their own characteristics and won’t be similar, so other people’s experience can only be used as a reference.”
This is rather a key point that I didn’t know I hadn’t realized …… Klein spoke with genuine sincerity:
”Thank you for the reminder, I will keep it in mind.”
Krystai smiled:
”This is all accumulated experience from generation to generation.”
”After using the ‘Playing Method’, we are not just mastering the magic potion, we are still digesting it, just like digesting the food we eat, when you truly digest the magic potion and the residual spiritual influence, you will obtain unique and marvelous feelings, understand? ”
”I understand. Digesting, that word, it’s very apt …… ” Klein pretended to look like he was thinking.
When Cresta had explained in more detail for a while, he asked with deliberation:
”Lord Cecima, since the names of the magic potions are the key, the key, how did the original extraordinary people get them? I was told that it was recorded in profane tablets?”
”Yes, that statement is correct.” Krysta replied matter-of-factly, “But what is recorded on them are ancient names, and the subsequent derivation of the names of the magical potions came either from ‘divine revelation’ or from the summaries of the Extraordinary Ones themselves.”
Klein nodded slowly and pursed his lips:
”Sir Cecima, if the ‘Playing Law’ is so effective, why doesn’t the church tell every night watchman about it?”
”As I said, this is a hidden secret of the church, when you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you will be able to understand the reason.” Cresta replied with a straight face, “Alright, you return upstairs first, inform the other night watchers and have them come down one by one, I’m going to carry out the final step of the examination.”
Is this so that Frye and the others can’t give away the “play law”? Klein rose thoughtfully and excused himself, following the etiquette among the night watchmen.
He walked through the corridor and up the steps back to Blackthorn Security, where he saw Dunn sniffing his pipe at the underground entrance, waiting for who knows how long.
The corner of his mouth quirked up a bit, and Klein volunteered:
”There shouldn’t be any more problems, His Excellency Cecima asked me to inform Fry and the others to go one by one to talk.”
”Well, that’s the last step, which also means there are no problems ahead.” Dunn put away his pipe and went to the night watchman’s recreation room to relay the story.
Witnessing Frye and Segar deeper into the earth, Klein suddenly remembered something and rushed to say:
”Captain, isn’t it also necessary to replace Loyal, who is on duty at Charnes Gate, and Leonard, who is monitoring the insane asylum? Oh yeah, there’s also Coenley who’s on vacation.”
Dunn was stunned and pinched the corner of his forehead and said:
”I forgot. ……”
He paused, then smiled lowly and said, “However, things won’t be too complicated, one of the benefits of the senior deacon personally coming to examine is that there’s no need to send telegrams to the Holy Church, no need to engage in cumbersome paperwork exchanges, he’ll be able to give his conclusions on the spot, and he’ll be able to give you the formula of the ‘Joker’ magic potion and the main ingredients. ”
”That’s not bad.” Klein could hardly contain his anticipation of what was to come.
……
An hour and a half passed, and after Kornli, who had a visibly puzzled expression on his face, walked out of the alchemy room, Klein was called into the ground again, to once again face the senior deacon, the “Sword of the Goddess”, Crestai Sesima, head-on.
This time, instead of sitting, the golden-brown-haired, dark-green-eyed Excellency stood, letting the coolness of the underground blow his black trench coat slightly.
Both of Krystai’s collars stood high, hiding his chin in the shadows.
He looked at Klein and said with a slight smile:
”Krynn Moretti, the Watcher of the Night, I solemnly inform you in the name of the Goddess that you have passed the examination of the Sanctuary.”
”Congratulations, with your merits, you will now be able to obtain promotion and become a Sequence 8 Extraordinary!”