Part 6 The Light Examiner Chapter 39 Winter Rite Day
The dark clouds in the mid-air dispersed as soon as they were said to, and it was business as usual inside the Cathedral of the Holy Winds.
Somewhere nearby, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, grumbling with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth:
”If you don’t give it, just don’t give it …… Why do you still need to split my secret puppet ……”
He then exhaled, his figure quickly faded and disappeared – the maintenance time of this historical hole image itself is almost over, after all, the difference between the high-level ability of the “Records Officer” replica and the original version is obvious, and the burden of Sequence 6 summoning Sequence 3 is quite heavy, even if the “Records Officer” replicated the original version. The burden of sequence 6 summoning sequence 3 is quite heavy, even if the “Ancient Scholar” can transfer his own consciousness over to reduce consumption, it is still not possible for Forsyth to hold on for too long.
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Outside of Birkeland, in the lower reaches of the Tasok River.
Leonard hid his red gloves and walked slowly towards a certain place.
Suddenly, the slightly aged voice of Palles Zoroaster rang within his mind:
”How’s that ex-colleague of yours doing these days?”
Remembering the previous exchange at the Tarot, Leonard pressed his voice:
”He just avoided another trap set by Amon’s doppelganger and is pursuing the truth of certain matters in the Godforsaken Lands.”
After hearing this, Palles Zoroaster did not say anything else and allowed Leonard to continue on his way.
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After setting up the special coordinates, Voorhees was thrown back into the real world by Germaine Sparrow’s messenger.
”I feel so tired, but I just woke up not long ago. …… It must be that the extraordinary abilities of the High Sequence are too spiritually draining. ……” Foerth reached out to cover his mouth, yawned, and with a haggard face looked at Hugh said.
”It’s possible.” Hugh concurred with her friend’s judgment.
Her intuition told her that the Gelman Sparrow projection that was summoned was by no means simple, and might even be equivalent to a Saint.
After hesitating for a moment, Hugh spoke:
”You should sleep for a little while longer, and not try to advance in this state.
”In a case I tried before, that murderer was so psychopathic that he would purposely make his friends, his students, and the vagabonds he took in, take magic pills in all kinds of negative states, and watched them lose control and mutate into all sorts of monsters, disgusting and terrifying monsters.”
”…… What is this guy’s purpose?” Voorhees was stunned for a second as he listened.
”Two purposes, one is to observe whether the same magic potion causes exactly the same loss of control in different people, and the other is to record the corresponding scenes in oil paintings, he thinks that that kind of madness, that kind of pain, that kind of distortion, has an unparalleled beauty, and can inspire the strongest passion of his creation.” Hugh recalled the courtroom proceedings with both some bitterness and more than a little inexplicable afterthought, “It was a complete madman.”
”Guys like that should be euthanized!” Forsyth stifled a shudder at the slightest imagining, and bared his teeth, “Was he a cultist?”
”Maybe, but there’s no clue …… He’s ostensibly an accomplished painter, internationally known, and if it weren’t for the fact that more than five of his students and friends have disappeared in the last few years, drawing our attention to him, we’d probably have to wait until he’d gone completely insane and spiraled out of control into a monster before this whole thing would have been discovered.” Hugh said here and suddenly paused for a moment before saying, “The law enforcement squad that captured him at that time all vomited when they opened his hidden basement, where one mutated and gruesome corpse after another was laid out, and one horrifying but marvelously fascinating painting after another was hung …… ”
”Abominable fellows, but fascinating stories, too.” Forsythe thought about it and followed up, “Was he a ‘demon’?”
”No, he’s a ‘psychiatrist’.” Hugh dismissed his friend’s speculation.
”…… You sentenced him to death?” Forsyth asked expectantly.
Hugh shook his head:
”His defense attorney convinced me that he was better suited to be a seal researcher.”
”And a lawyer? You have lawyers in the Court of Anomalies? Aren’t they all direct trials?” Voorhees asked in surprise.
Hugh straightened his yellow hair that had grown a bit longer and said:
”We have some in-house ‘lawyer’ pathway Extraordinary who are equally required to play, without realizing they are playing, of course.”
”Right.” Forsyth yawned again and gestured to the easy chair by the fireplace, “I’ll take a nap… hey, don’t you have to go to work?”
”Could use a vacation.” Hugh responded succinctly.
Without further question, Forsyth walked over to the vicinity of the fireplace and collapsed.
That is, two or three hours later, she awoke and did a quarter of an hour of meditation.
Then, she found out the extraordinary properties of “traveler” and auxiliary materials given by her teacher Dorian Gray Abraham, and made a magic potion.
The color of this magic potion was white but transparent, just like half-melted snow water, in which a light green bubble would pop up from time to time.
Holding the magic potion, Voorhees looked at his best friend who was guarding next to him and smiled:
”If I get out of control, don’t hesitate to just chop off my head.
”No, say a prayer first, there might be a chance to save it.”
”……” Hugh said with a slow nod, “Keep it that way now.”
Voorhees exhaled silently and, without further hesitation, raised the vial of magic potion and gulped it into her mouth.
In an instant, she felt light after light flooding within her and before her eyes as they rushed across the room, opening door after illusory door.
Foerth’s consciousness could hardly be contained as she entered one of them, and her entire body then became transparent and disappeared into thin air.
In this state of floating and chaotic thoughts, Foerth almost couldn’t find her self-recognition, fortunately, she had suffered a lot lately, her will was quite strong, and from time to time, she could still feel those four special coordinates within the Spirit Realm, and finally came to her senses a little bit.
I don’t know how long, she realized that she had already entered the depths of the spiritual world, and it was difficult to distinguish where she was, and she couldn’t find the “way” back.
With the help of those four special coordinates, Forsyth slowly “traveled” back to a familiar place, and broke away from the thickly overlapping color blocks and thinly diffused fog, and walked out of the Spirit World.
The role of those four special coordinates is not only to help me find the way back, but also to effectively maintain my self-awareness …… The teacher is only Sequence 7, no practical experience, the knowledge will inevitably be a bit omitted ah …… Forsyth thoughts turn, will cast his eyes on the Hugh, smiling slightly:
”I’m a ‘traveler’ now.”
Hugh sighed with relief and asked curiously:
”What are the extra extraordinary abilities?”
”The main thing is that there is an additional ‘Teleportation’, as well as, ‘Invisible Hand’, in addition, the extraordinary abilities I can record at the Demigod level have been raised to four, and the specific effects should be close to Sequence 4 as well …… “Voorhees said after a moment of self-examination.
She then lifted her hand up and drew one of the tarot cards used for divination in the room out of the air.
It was a man with a scepter in his right hand pointing to the sky, his left hand hanging down pointing to the ground, and a chalice, scepter, sword, and star coin placed in front of him.
The “Magician” card.
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The day of the longest night of the year is the birth of the “Goddess of the Night”, commonly known as Winter Ritual Day.
On this day, all devotees of the night go to the nearby church to witness the setting of the sun and the coming of the night, and then participate in mass, take communion, listen to the choir, and do all sorts of activities.
The year 1350 was a heavy year for the followers of the Black Night in Rouen, with the intensity of the war and the increase in prices simultaneously taking away their good mood, but this Winter Rite Day, they still came out of their homes, due to the fact that the Church of the Black Night would be holding a mega-mass in the major squares, to appease the souls of those who had passed away.
At the same time, several foundations will also be distributing food bluffs at the mass venues, and those who receive them can use them to get the corresponding items at any relief point, any church, which led to some of the Storm believers and Steam believers, who originally did not spend the Winter Rite Day, to head to the nearest plaza as well.
West End, Remembrance Day Square, where George III was blown up.
Audrey, draped in a black cloak and carrying Susie, a large golden-haired dog carrying a small leather pouch, walks among the nobles with a plain face, her expression seemingly uncharacteristic, but harboring some pain and guilt.
She had already obtained the blood of the elderly mind dragon and prepared the “manipulator” magic potion, which was placed inside the small bag carried by Susie.
Susie is already a Sequence 6 “hypnotist”, Audrey believes that not many people on the scene can discover her abnormality, and take things from her.
–The blood of the elderly psychic dragon came from the Hidden One, Gadelia, and was said to have gotten it from the Queen of Mysteries, and Audrey paid a full three thousand pounds for it.
This was in line with her expectations, as she didn’t really want to get the materials from the Psycho-Alchemy Society; after all, her immediate boss, Hwyn Lambeth, had only been dead for a few months, and she was collecting the items needed for her promotion, inevitably arousing suspicion, which the rest of the members of the Society would be capable of noticing and intelligent enough to notice.
Moreover, after becoming a demigod, I will have to come into contact with the members of the Council of Psycho-Alchemists, and according to Mr. World, there are likely to be angels of the psychic realm inside, so I’d better prepare for a while longer, and then consider elevating my status within the Council when I have the right opportunities and excuses… …Hide the strength for a while first …… Audrey with her blonde hair pulled up lifted the hem of her skirt and walked slowly towards the predetermined position.
Along the way, a number of nobles extended a friendly hand to her, hoping to help this beautiful and noble but tender young girl pass through the crowded places and pass through the obstacles, but these were all blocked by Earl Hall.
He left his eldest son, Hibbert, in charge of his youngest daughter, and himself, with his lady on his arm, walked on ahead, now and then turning back to look down upon the brightest jewel of Birkeland.
The family had not long arrived at their destination when the Archbishop of the Diocese of Birkeland in the Church of Darkness, the holy Anthony Stevenson, stepped up onto the raised platform in his robes with red stripes on a black background.
He looked around, raised his right hand, and nodded four times clockwise on his chest:
”Praise the Goddess!”
Waiting for the believers below to give their response, this holy man said in a low voice but in a way that everyone could hear:
”Today is a celebration of darkness, but the Goddess responds with mercy.
”k has mercy on every mother who has lost a child, on every child who is alone, on everyone who has suffered great pain.
”k says that it will all end, that all this suffering will return to silence and rest.”