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.

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

mere glance, he bent down and extended his right

swept through his skin and into his mind. The distracting thoughts and feelings of worry instantly eased, as if he was sitting on a roof in a noisy village, smelling the scent of the harvest and admiring the

after me,” Crestet

“Alright.” Klein nodded.

then heard the deacon speak in

nobler than the stars and more eternal than

swear to you in my real name and

of the ‘acting method’ to those who do not know of it from

against this, I shall accept any punishment you deem

“Please witness my oath.”

himself and made the oath in Hermes, following Deacon

between him and a faraway being through

he drew

“Praise the Lady!”

Lady!” Crestet smiled and bowed

the cover of the suitcase and pressed down heavily with his right

up as the light from

of Deacon

to his chair and frowned. He asked in puzzlement, “Acting

and said, “You might feel a little confused and not understand what I’m about to

right to know after you become an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon… Klein looked at Cesimir

core member of the Church, such as an

Klein nodded sternly.

placed the silver suitcase back beside his foot and crossed

Church has had generations upon generations of genius

is the name of the potion.

and operates in unique ways. In simpler terms, there are a

my set of Seer principles?”

explanation isn’t as simple or understandable as the one I gave to Justice and Hanged

as the job that 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 the rules that are unique to the individual. Thus, the experiences of others can only serve

point that I didn’t realize… Klein said sincerely, “Thank you for

Crestet laughed.

are the experiences accumulated over the

digesting it, just as we would our food. When you truly digest

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