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.”

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of the

and wore a “red glove.” He led his team members

team, he should be equivalent to a superintendent or even a chief superintendent. However, officers at that rank wouldn’t involve themselves in such missions. Wearing those epaulets to the Harvest Church would easily arouse

was empty. There were only two figures. One was sitting in the front pew, focused on

black hair and

White… Leonard nodded secretly as he walked down the aisle to Bishop

twice, making the half-giant bishop open his

from the Backlund Police Department.” Leonard showed his identification and said, “We

calm tone despite

saying that it’s possible that you’re a spy for Feysac or Feynapotter.” Leonard explained

the same time, he was prepared to pull Bishop Utravsky into a dream at any moment. Once he resisted, he would try to control this Blessed

face a Blessed who was in charge

a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.

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

his mouth,

Utravsky retracted his gaze

“Okay.”

experience an intense battle and that we had to be very careful not to cause any casualties… Leonard

for

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

knew that the relationship between the Church of Earth Mother and the Church of Evernight was like dried timber. It could be ignited with a tiny spark. When the time came, the history books

from a localized problem

lit

accepted the “protective custody,” Emlyn White secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

masculinity due to the gentleness of the soft moonlight. She lowered her voice and said, “Cap, uh, Sir,

Emlyn:

Leonard:

deliberation, Leonard finally said, “If the spy case involves Feynapotter, he would also be considered a suspect. Let’s invite him

was stunned, unsure of what expression

Borough, in a

rubbed her dark eye circles and drank the last mouthful of bitter coffee. She stood up abruptly and

writing?” Xio, who was enjoying her breakfast, was

been a day and

shook her head and took a deep

“No.

first volume. I can hand it over to the editor of the publisher. If it’s serialized, there’s no