Lord of the Mysteries

After bringing the wood-colored cane back to the real world, Klein immediately began the ritual.

He lit the candles and burned the corresponding essential oils and herbal powder, took two steps back, and skillfully recited the honorific name of the Goddess. Finally, he said, “I sacrifice this cane filled with life to you. I’m willing to receive your blessings.”

He didn’t directly mention the Demonic Wolf of Fog’s transformed heart and White Frost Crystal. This was equivalent to making an equivalent exchange, not offering sacrificial items and praying for a bestowment.

There was no need to be too meticulous in other aspects of the ritual, but this was a case of showing his attitude at a fundamental level. He felt that he needed to be careful.

When Klein finished his sentence, two out of the three candle flames swelled and intertwined, forming an illusory and dark mysterious door.

The door slowly opened, creating strong invisible winds.

They swept up the Life’s Cane, allowing it to disappear into the seemingly endless cosmos through the gap of the illusory door.

Immediately following that, there was a flash as two items tore through the barrier and landed on the altar without making a single sound.

One of them was a strange heart formed by wisps of white mist, and the other was crystalline frost that emitted cold air.

Klein was delighted as he hurriedly lowered his head to thank the Goddess for her bestowment.

When he raised his head again, the dark and mysterious door had closed. It rapidly faded away, and the altar was completely restored to normal.

Phew, it really succeeded… Klein heaved a sigh of relief and took two steps forward, putting away the Demonic Wolf of Fog’s transformed heart and White Frost Crystal.

At this moment, the relaxed him couldn’t help but have a thought that he absolutely couldn’t say out loud.

If I had known that it would go so smoothly, I wouldn’t have had to use my Life’s Cane…

That huge junk pile might’ve been enough…

Perhaps I didn’t need to sacrifice anything, and the Goddess would’ve bestowed them to me. The present situation indicates that “She” is personally supporting me becoming a Scholar of Yore…

Of course, this way, if I receive too many bestowments, who knows what price I’ll pay in the future. Using Life’s Cane to trade for it makes me feel more at ease…

Well, from the looks of it, before advancing to Sequence 2 and becoming an angel, the Goddess will still shower “Her” blessings on me. In the future, it will be hard to tell what kind of developments and changes will happen…

With this in mind, he reined in his thoughts, ended the ritual, and tidied up the altar.

Then, he began to plan on how to deal with the Hounds of Fulgrim, the so-called “Sefirah Castle Keepers.”

Magician never

of the Bridge,

uniform and wore a “red glove.” He led his team members and the real policemen to the only cathedral of the Church of Earth Mother in

captain of a Red Gloves team, he should be equivalent to a superintendent or

One was sitting in the front pew, focused on praying. The second

hair

as he walked down the

half-giant

Backlund Police Department.” Leonard showed his identification and said,

in a calm tone

saying that it’s possible that you’re a spy

dream at any moment. Once he resisted, he would try to control this Blessed in the shortest time

Gloves team’s distribution, as long as they didn’t directly encounter a true demigod, even if they were to face a Blessed who was in charge of

a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. This

turning to look at Emlyn White, who was standing by the

He opened his mouth, but

retracted his gaze and nodded

“Okay.”

cooperative? I thought we would experience an intense battle and that we had to be very careful not to cause any casualties…

you for

battle that ended up harming a Blessed of Earth Mother, Leonard suspected that the

between the Church of Earth Mother and the Church of Evernight was like dried timber. It could

would go from a localized problem to a

Mitchell had lit a

heaved a sigh of

her voice and said, “Cap, uh, Sir, there’s still a priest. Should we

Emlyn:

Leonard:

the spy case involves Feynapotter, he would

stunned, unsure of what expression to show in

in a

last mouthful of bitter coffee. She stood

was enjoying her breakfast, was taken

been a day

head and took a deep

“No.

to the editor of the publisher.