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.

pure white bone sword through the corner of his eyes before

down and extended his right hand, accurately

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

after me,”

“Alright.” Klein nodded.

the deacon

than the stars and more eternal than

in my

‘acting method’ to those who do

this, I shall accept any punishment

“Please witness my oath.”

and made the oath in Hermes, following Deacon Cesimir’s

had the faint feeling that a connection has been established between him and a

right hand, he drew a crimson moon on his

“Praise the Lady!”

Crestet smiled and bowed in

the cover of the suitcase and

as the light from the lamp once again filled the entire

the black eyes of Deacon

his chair and frowned. He asked in puzzlement,

not understand what I’m about to tell you, but I cannot

to know after you become an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon… Klein looked at Cesimir and added inwardly before

you become a core member of the Church, such as

Klein nodded sternly.

silver suitcase back beside his

the Church has had generations upon generations of genius

core to this method is the name of the

Klein’s thoughtful expression, Crestet continued, “We have realized that the names of the potions all point to a certain group, and this group has their own approach and operates in unique ways. In simpler terms, there are a

my set of Seer principles?” Klein took the

simple or understandable as the one I gave to Justice and Hanged

us toward. That is the ‘acting method.’ You must remember, the spirituality of every individual is special, unique.

I didn’t realize… Klein said sincerely, “Thank you for informing me.

Crestet laughed.

the experiences

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

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