Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 167

“Alright.” Crestet Cesimir nodded. He leaned forward. “Then swear upon the Holy Artifact.”

As he was saying this, he bent down to lift the silver suitcase by his foot.

Holy Artifact? The Holy Artifact that earned you the title of the Goddess’s Sword?Klein looked at the actions of the deacon curiously.

Crestet placed the suitcase on his knees, his dark green eyes instantly turning black.

He lifted his hand then pressed down. The cover of the silver suitcase which resembled a violin case suddenly dissolved and receded like the tide.

At the same time, Klein felt that the light around him was being drawn forward as if it was being absorbed by the suitcase.

Apart from the lights from the classic lamps that lined the walls, as well as the silver splendor that spiraled within the suitcase, the alchemy room turned pitch dark. The scene looked extremely strange.

Pa!

WIth a crisp snapping sound, Crestet Cesimir opened the suitcase, revealing the pure white bone sword that lay within.

Yes, a bone sword. The moment Klein saw the sword, he knew instinctively that it was mainly made out of bone!

The short sword silently released a pure white glow in the pitch dark alchemy room, as if it were a moon hanging high in the night sky, or a lighthouse in the middle of a storm.

It looked as though the sword had no defects on its surface, but a closer examination would reveal that the surface of the sword was laced with layers of symbols and icons. These mysterious patterns intertwined to form the body of the sword.

Klein observed the holy sword, suddenly realizing that he couldn’t look away!

His vision was being drawn towards the sword as his brown eyes slowly lost their luster.

Crestet lifted the suitcase, moving the sword away from its original position.

Klein instantly snapped out of his trance and finally freed himself from the nightmare he couldn’t escape before.

He cast his gaze to the side and asked gravely, “Your Grace, do you need me to put my hand on the holy sword?”

“Yes, come over.” Crestet’s voice was melodious as if he was singing a lullaby.

Klein stood up, still looking to the side as he took small steps forward. As it was dark, he couldn’t see where the legs of the deacon were, nor his old leather boots.

“Stop,” Crestet spoke calmly.

spot. He took a quick glance at the pure white bone sword

his right hand,

as if he was sitting on

me,”

“Alright.” Klein nodded.

the

than the

in my real name

to those who do not know of it from this

this, I shall accept

“Please witness my oath.”

oath in

between him and a faraway being through

his right hand, he drew

“Praise the Lady!”

Lady!” Crestet smiled and

of the suitcase

instantly lit up as the light from the lamp once again filled the entire

of Deacon

chair and frowned. He asked in

confused and not understand what I’m about to tell you, but I cannot explain why that is so, for that involves the

have the right to know after you become an archbishop or a

only be permitted to know after you become a core member of the Church, such as an archbishop or a

Klein nodded sternly.

back beside his foot and crossed his

the long history of time, the Church has had generations upon generations of genius Beyonders slowly figuring out

core to this method is the name of the potion. It’s not only critical; it’s also

group has their own approach and operates in unique ways. In simpler terms, there are a set of rules that

principles?” Klein took the opportunity to

as the one I gave to Justice

the name of the potion points us toward. That is the ‘acting method.’ You must remember, the spirituality of every individual is special, unique. Even though the core rules must be followed by the people who consume the same potion, there are always certain variations to

said sincerely, “Thank you for informing me. I will remember

Crestet laughed.

experiences accumulated

mastery over the potion, we’re also digesting it, just as we would our food. When you truly digest

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