Chapter 11 Dreams and the PastTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 3669 wordsUpdate time: 2022-09-19 15:56:33
As Douglas finished speaking, he suddenly felt his eyelids grow heavy and his consciousness became confused. A sense of tranquility permeated him from the inside out, making him unable to think of any resistance. He gradually lowered his head, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep dream.
After Soest used his ability to put Douglas into a deep sleep, he turned around and gave the team members behind him a few words of advice, asking them to stay alert.
Although this was the basement of St. Samuel's Cathedral, and although they had checked that the other party was not contaminated by the seal, Sost always reminded the team members and the night watchmen that they must not take it lightly when encountering extraordinary events.
After making preparations, Soest leaned back in his seat in a more comfortable position, closed his eyes slightly, and walked into Douglas' dream.
People's dreams are always bizarre and filled with all kinds of messy thoughts. One must be 200% meticulous to unravel them and find the truest part of the other person. As a Red Glove who rose step by step from the bottom of the night watch, Soster was already familiar with this and quickly guided Douglas' dream to construct a relatively stable scene.
This should be a private house somewhere in the East District. The small single room is divided into two parts by a curtain. The space is a bit cramped, but it also looks warm because of the abundant atmosphere of life.
Douglas in the dream seemed to just stand in the room and look around until Soest entered the room, then he sat down by the bed as instructed. The person being dreamed of would react a little slowly in the dream, but Soest didn't care. After confirming that the other person was mentally stable, uncontaminated, and had no signs of losing control, he began to ask questions as planned: "How did you and Peter Thomson know each other?"
"An underground party." Douglas touched the back of his head and explained truthfully, "He likes stargazing and astrology, and I often help him buy related information from other places. Well, he is very generous and pays quickly, and we have a good relationship."
"Recently, has Thomson given you a commission to help him hide something?"
"Yes. He said he bought something from an organization in exchange for a potion formula and asked me to keep it for him..."
As Douglas recalled and narrated, Soest secretly guided the development of the dream, presenting the scenes in the other party's memory and examining them carefully.
These images were somewhat blurry and intermittent, but overall they were consistent with the facts currently known to the Nighthawks, and there were no inconsistencies in the details. Soest nodded and continued to ask, "What happened next? What happened after you accepted the commission?"
Douglas showed a confused look: "Later, I...I seemed to have forgotten..."
As if to confirm his words, the dream presented a vast expanse of white without any images.
This should be caused by the seal "2-061"... Sost already knew that the other party had used the seal at least once, so he was not surprised by this situation: "Tell me what you remember."
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Deep in the dream that the Red Glove had not noticed, a wisp of gray fog was spreading, surging, and quietly covering something.
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So your method of interrogation is to enter dreams, very occult. Douglas thought thoughtfully.
He had really fallen asleep and really dreamed about the room at No. 8 Black Olive Street. He was still wondering why he dreamed about this place. Shouldn't he have dreamed about his bedroom in his previous life which had air conditioning, snacks, cola, a computer and games?
As a result, as soon as Soest entered the room, Douglas immediately felt as if his consciousness was split in two. One half followed the guidance of the red gloves in a daze, and the other half seemed to have a soul out of its body, with a perspective floating high, watching the interactions happening in the dream.
He subconsciously looked at himself, but saw no entity. Only a cloud of gray mist slowly swirling around, like a silent nebula in the depths of the universe.
While Soest was questioning and watching his memories, Douglas almost understood the mystery. The half of his consciousness that was in a daze was more like the original "Douglas", and the half that was made of gray and white mist was the "Jing Wenying" who had traveled through time.
Perhaps because of the time travel, the consciousness of the two has merged, and in the dream it is obvious that the original owner "Douglas" has a deeper impression of this world, which suppressed the consciousness of "Jing Wenying", which is why there are no mobile phones and computers in the dream that do not exist in the other world.
However, he could clearly see that after all, the original owner had died, and the consciousness belonging to "Douglas" was gradually wearing away, and perhaps one day it would completely disappear. Even now, the consciousness of "Jing Wenying" could forcibly influence the other party.
For example, just now he urgently "possessed" and stopped "Douglas" who was being questioned by Soest from telling the truth about how he obtained the potion, and forcibly swallowed the part "introduced me to the members of the Gnostic Society" in the sentence "I became a Beyonder because the boss introduced me to the members of the Gnostic Society."
"I became an Extraordinary because of the Boss."
The dream showed the face of the gang leader next to the words.
Soest asked, "How did he get the potion? Is he affiliated with any organization?"
"I have no idea."
"Where is he now?"
"The eldest brother died during the 'great smog' a few years ago."
It was because of this fact that Douglas dared to put the blame directly on the gangster boss, treating his becoming a Beyonder as an accident with no corresponding evidence, and covering up the fact that he had dealt with the Gnosis Society and the Aurora Society.
Douglas felt that he was not guilty of the crime and could even be considered a victim in this incident. But if he had dealings with the Aurora Society and the Spiritual Knowledge Society, two secret organizations known for their cults and bloody sacrifices, things would be serious.
Soest had no doubts. After all, in the depths of dreams, people usually only follow the most instinctive and primitive subconscious actions, leaving no room for lying.
An "Apprentice" of Path Sequence Nine who had no mental resistance and did not possess authority over dreams and consciousness would not be able to lie in front of professionals from the Path of Night.
After completing the background check, he turned to ask more information about the incident, such as the meeting and plan with Friedman Mill.
Douglas only had to tell the truth in this part. He followed Soest's guidance to present the scenes of his meeting and conversation with Friedman, and explained his whereabouts in detail.
When he "took out" the banknote with words on it that helped him understand the situation and handed it to the other party, one could clearly see the man in red gloves curling up the corners of his mouth, as if he couldn't help but smile.
...Xiaomao! This is the one that saved me from the dire situation! I will frame it and keep it for the rest of my life when I get home!
The interrogation continued as he muttered to himself.
"You are just a believer in Mother Earth. Why did you write to four churches at the same time to expose Friedman?"
"Praise the Mother God." Douglas followed his own character in the dream, pretending to be sincere before explaining, "The East District is too big and too chaotic. I can't risk him escaping. He will definitely come to kill me. So I hope that the more people from the church, the better, at least so that Friedman won't have time to deal with me."
"What other preparations have you made for this?"
"I hired a coachman to deliver the letter and a tramp to tell the Aurora Society about our deal. I went to the sewer to check out the extraordinary item in advance. After making sure that it couldn't be used by me, I hid a button stained with my own blood in the box."
"Why do you do this?"
"After seeing the negative effects of extraordinary items, I guessed that Friedman would not be able to pick it up to examine it carefully or wear it, so the items hidden in the box would not be discovered. I used my own blood as a medium to use the 'divination rod tracing' method to always determine Friedman's location. If he really escaped, I would..."
He paused and looked at Red Glove seriously: "I will use this to catch up with him and kill him myself."
This was the worst possible outcome Douglas had thought of after making all the preparations, even the crowbar was prepared for this purpose.
Regardless of whether he had the ability to do it or not, Douglas was mentally prepared to fight or die together.
He wanted to resolve this matter thoroughly, so he couldn't let Friedman go back alive after discovering that he had betrayed him. Who knew if Friedman and the organization behind him would turn around and retaliate against him for ruining their plans?
Furthermore, it was Friedman who used me first.
If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. But if someone offends me, why should I be polite to him?
In the end, he did not forget his own personality in this world.
A bounty hunter who worked his way up from the East District, stealing and fighting, accidentally became an Extraordinary Person, and has been dealing with wanted criminals for a long time.
Such a person may be easy-going, carefree, and friendly, but when facing an enemy, his decisions must be decisive, cold-blooded, and murderous.
Being too tolerant and too weak will not win people's trust.
Of course, Jing Wenying's original character was not like this. It was just that after crossing over, he had to face this mess of pursuit and frame-up. He had no choice but to play the role of "Douglas" and learned a lot of experience in dealing with similar situations from the other party's memory.
Otherwise, with the little knowledge he had as a college student in an ivory tower in his previous life, he would have been fooled by Friedman long ago.
Faced with his answer, Red Gloves did not seem surprised. He just nodded, then asked for more details and found out the whole picture.
At the end, Soest suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the incident: "Why did you adopt that little girl, Verity Cotton?"
Douglas immediately made room in the original owner's consciousness and waited for an answer. Ever since he found this memory, he had become extremely curious about this matter.
Ask yourself, if he were "Douglas", in that kind of living environment, he might feel pity for Verity and lend a helping hand for a short time, but he would never adopt her directly.
Douglas's consciousness slowly spoke: "When I saw her, it was as if I saw myself... When they threw out my father's body and took away the pension I received for my father's death, when I was wandering on the street and was so hungry that I felt dizzy...
"I want someone to take me away, take me home, take me away from here, and never come back...
"She... Verity was only ten years old at the time. She and her brother were guarding her mother's body at the factory gate... When I saw it, I felt that it was me. No one would ever help me, no one would help her, not even the gods would bless us.
"I walked over, but I couldn't help but look back... The factory guard kicked and beat her, telling her to get out... I had been drinking that day, and I was drunk. So I went back, knocked the guard to the ground, and beat him up."
As Douglas became more and more emotional, the dream began to vibrate. Many scenes were broken and reassembled, showing the chaotic and dirty streets of the East District, the thin arms and lifeless eyes of beggars and thieves, flowing blood, knives and guns hurting each other, a coin that everyone was fighting for, and a cigarette secretly lit by candlelight.
And Verity's face. Weeping, calm, smiling, serious, shy. Her every move, every smile and frown were deposited in the depths of the dream, like a treasure carefully hidden away.
"I took her and Victor back home... From that moment on, I felt like I had a 'home' and a 'family' again...
"Victor was too young. He didn't survive the damn smog... Fortunately, Verity is still alive. She was saved. She chose to become a nurse and a member of the Church of the Night, because it was the charity workers of the Church of the Night who saved her life...
"Whatever she wants to do is fine. Whatever she wants to do is fine. I want her to have a home to return to, food to eat, and a school to go to... I...
"I don't want to live alone in this world..."Chapter 12: The Earth Mother Church that emphasizes "fate"Title of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 3323 wordsUpdate time: 2022-09-19 15:56:14
The dream fell like a receding wave, and Douglas' body trembled violently. He opened his eyes, felt his eye sockets sore and his cheeks wet, and after a few seconds of reaction, he realized that he was crying.
As he blinked, tears fell, wetting his clothes. This... this must be the effect of the original owner's emotions on his body. Douglas couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and guilty.
He had never expected that "Douglas" had such deep feelings for Verity, which made him seem particularly... shameless for taking advantage of that relationship and trying to use it to impress the Red Gloves.
It's not that he has no feelings for Verity. The fusion of memories after the time travel and the hard life in the East District that he saw made this modern man who once had no worries about food and clothing naturally feel caring and compassion for her.
But that kind of condescending emotion is not worthy of being compared with the affection of family members who support each other.
Oh...please forgive me. Douglas thought with some shame and helplessness: If I can't walk out of St. Samuel's Church alive, no one will be able to take care of Verity. These are the only means I can use.
As he thought about it, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was slowly getting up opposite him with pretended confusion and shock, and said, "You, you are in my dream..."
Generally speaking, the dream observation of "Nightmare" would not leave too many traces, but for the purpose of investigation, Soest not only needed to observe, but also to guide, which would trigger the inspiration of the Beyonder and leave a vague impression on them. In addition to the current situation, he was not surprised that the quick-witted "apprentice" in front of him could find that he was dreaming.
The other two red gloves maintained their professionalism and did not comment on the fact that the captain made the suspect cry during the interrogation. Soster stood up casually, looked at Douglas, who had calmed down a little, and left the room without any explanation.
The interrogation is over... Douglas exhaled slowly and relaxed for a while. They probably didn't notice the abnormality in my consciousness, which means that I now have a certain resistance to the method of entering dreams... This is probably the special thing brought by time travel? However, as time goes by, after the two consciousnesses are completely integrated, I probably won't be able to stay awake in the dream...
This interrogation process was in line with Douglas's expectations. Just as he had initially guessed, he was being taken seriously by many parties because he held the sealed object. A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. After the sealed object was recovered, the focus of the official investigation would be on the Friedman forces that were seeking to purchase the item.
But Douglas was not sure whether he would be convicted for this. After all, there was still a conflict between the official extraordinary people and the wild extraordinary people.
He had done his best to show the Red Gloves that he was harmless, and all he had to do now was wait for the verdict.
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Friedman Miller's interrogation involved the organization behind him, so it took longer. Soest used this gap to fill out half of the mission report on Douglas so as to avoid overtime tomorrow. He stopped writing when he reached the last column of "handling methods" and turned to ask the night watchman beside him: "Which room is the people from the Church of Mother Earth in?"
"This way. Your Excellency, I will lead the way."
He followed the Night Watchman to the reception room, and when he opened the door he was almost hit in the face by a room full of bats.
Soest twitched his lips. This was probably the first time he was "attacked" like this inside his own church. Fortunately, the moment they noticed him coming in, the two young vampires had already restrained themselves, and the fluttering black wings returned to the hem of their cloaks. Antina Sainz and Antonia Sainz turned their heads to look at him.
Red Gloves looked expressionless as he passed by the siblings and handed the report to Father Lien Schultz, whose hair was a little gray, sitting on the sofa. "You can make your choice now. The details are all listed above."
Father Schultz thanked him and quickly glanced through the report. Antina had no sense of having just made a scene in someone else's church, and she came over to peek in. Antonia, on the other hand, seemed to feel guilty, so she walked around Soest and sat on the sofa.
"There is no doubt. However," Father Schulz put down the report and looked at Soest again, and asked kindly, "We still lack experience in this area. I would like to know what your opinion is?"
"…You can try." Soest recalled the end of the dream and hesitated for a few seconds before answering, "To absorb wild Beyonders, I suggest that the probation period be extended and that you exercise some surveillance. I believe this will not be difficult for you."
Before Schultz could answer, Antina's eyes lit up: "So we have civilian staff now? I don't have to type, write reports, check bills, and look after the armory anymore? Great!"
...Your internal management seems to be more casual than ours, Soster complained quietly in his heart.
"You still have to write the report yourself." Schultz used one sentence to accurately hit Antina's enthusiasm and stood up from the sofa. "Thank you, Mr. Soest. In this case, we won't bother you any more. Can we take the person away now?"
"Yes. Please follow me."
Sost took back his report and wrote in the "Solution" column on the spot: "Transfer to the Church of Mother Earth as non-staff personnel", and led the three people to the interrogation room.
He was not surprised by this result.
With the end of the God War, the Church of Mother Earth gained the qualification to preach publicly in Loen. The Churches of Night, Storm, and Steam all agreed to let each other establish an extraordinary team composed mainly of vampires in Backlund to assist in daily work.
If calculated by combat power, the Blood Clan team was far ahead of the rest. Even Backlund and the law enforcers of the major churches could not even start at Sequence 7 per person.
However, based on the balance of professions, the Nighthawks will train "Mystery Peers" and "Fortune Tellers", the Punishers have a "Reader" sequence within them, and the Mechanical Heart can use various seals at the lowest cost.
The two main sequences mastered by the Church of Mother Earth were not good at the most commonly used ritual magic, including divination and spell making, in the early stages.
You can't ask the vampire count to do divination every time you go on a mission and let the old man do sit-ups in his coffin all day long.
Furthermore, vampires were never willing to move around during the day, even though Backlund only had a handful of sunny days a year.
Therefore, the Church of Mother Earth is currently urgently seeking ways to use ritual magic such as "Mystery Peepers", "Readers", and "Fortune Tellers" that are full of inspiration, easy to learn and master, in order to make up for the shortcomings of the team.
"Apprentice" is slightly worse than the above, but still much better than "Pharmacist" and "Tiller". Of course, the Earth Mother Church is also trying to exchange the low-sequence formulas of "Peeper" and "Fortune Teller" from the Church of the Night by paying a certain price, but the transaction involving magic potion formulas is bound to be full of interests and will not get results for a while.
At present, the Church of the Mother Earth can only settle for the second best in Backlund and turn its attention to wild Beyonders that meet the standards. If they can be recruited, they will be recruited. If they cannot, their Beyonder characteristics will be extracted on the spot for secondary use.
For someone like Douglas who had the right path, was accidentally involved in an incident, and happened to hide in the Harvest Church and become a believer of the Mother Goddess, Schultz really felt that they were destined to be together.
After hearing the other party's request, Soest immediately thought of Emlyn White, the real archbishop of the Harvest Church, who was currently encircling and suppressing the Rose School in the southern continent with his colleague Leonard Mitchell.
I heard that Emlyn White had a special connection with the Harvest Church. He got lost and entered the church, where he was preached to. He went from being a volunteer to a priest to a devout believer, and finally led all of Backlund's vampires into the embrace of the Mother Earth.
This story was told with great passion by Leonard, in which the poet mixed in his feelings about fate, and all the red gloves felt the same way.
You, the Church of Mother Earth, really recruit people based on chance.
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Douglas thought he was facing either a guillotine, handcuffs, or a bill with the bail amount.
But Father Schultz doesn't seem to have anything to do with any of these three.
He was a little slow to react and subconsciously shrank his neck. He didn't know why he felt guilty. It was like he had just skipped evening self-study to play games in an Internet cafe, and then he turned around and found that the teacher in the next booth was his homeroom teacher.
Father Schultz had just told me not to cause trouble, but now I am a prisoner.
This is a bit unfair to the teachings of Mother Earth... Oh, that's not right.
Isn't this the Church of Saint Samuel of the Church of Night? Are your two families on good terms? Are you still visiting each other after the cooperative mission is over?
The red gloves guarding him left after receiving the order. Schultz explained the whole incident to him alone and asked him if he was willing to become a non-staff member of the Extraordinary Team of the Church of Mother Earth.
The weekly salary is 3 pounds plus 10 soli for confidentiality and risk fees. If there are other expenses during the mission, they can be reimbursed separately.
The salary and benefits were excellent, the only drawback was that there was no fixed vacation. After all, he was the only Beyonder in the Harvest Church who was of auxiliary nature. He had to move wherever he was needed and be on call at any time. When he was not on a mission, he had to take lessons on the basics of mysticism, etc.
"We will ask for the assistance of the Church of Night in this regard. You will go to St. Samuel Church every week to learn the necessary mystical knowledge and ritual magic. The church will pay for the transportation." Schultz finished explaining the requirements, risks and benefits in one breath, and asked Douglas kindly, "You can consider it."
Douglas couldn't tell what he felt after trying to understand the situation. If I didn't accept it, would I still be locked up in Chanis Gate? Is the key here my choice? You have been keeping an eye on me since I was brought back. Why didn't you solve all this after I met with Friedman? I was so scared for the whole night!
He opened his mouth and said weakly: "Of course I am willing to become the Mother Goddess's Guardian and serve the Church... Then what I did wrong before..."
"Haha, you don't have to worry about that. The Mother Goddess is always tolerant towards Her children." Father Schultz smiled and casually gave an example, "Bishop Utravsky, who was in charge of the Harvest Church before, once committed a serious crime in Feysac, and then fled to the sea to become a pirate, doing all kinds of evil. But after being touched by the glory of the Mother Goddess, he changed his ways, came to Bay City alone to preach, and became the most devout believer I have ever seen."
"..." Douglas tried hard to control his expression from being too distorted. He felt that his impression of the Church of Mother Earth might be a little distorted.
Is your Red Cross also a labor camp? Is the authority of the Mother God really about harvest and life? Not brainwashing and pyramid selling? Can you recruit some normal people?
"Oh, by the way, your colleagues now are mostly vampires. They are an ancient race that values status, so you have to be careful about how you get along with them..."
...Blood clan? Vampire? Am I going to take up the job or to store food? Father, please explain clearly!Chapter 13 Fellow Villager Huang TaoTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 3861 wordsUpdate time: 2022-09-19 15:55:45
When Soest came over with the relevant materials and asked him to sign a confidentiality agreement, Douglas was already calm and unperturbed, and calmly pressed a few bloody handprints on the documents of the Church of Evernight.
He had already analyzed the benefits of joining the church, and there was no better choice now, so why not hold on to this strong support?
Douglas took his belongings from Red Gloves, followed Father Schultz, said goodbye to St. Samuel Church, and got on a carriage waiting outside.
"These are Antina Sainz and Antonia Sainz. Haha, they will be your teammates from now on."
The two people introduced to him by Schultz both had smooth black hair, scarlet eyes, and delicate faces that were 80% similar. Douglas shuddered when he looked at Anthony, recognizing that this was the one who had pushed him to the ground as soon as they met in the East District.
He awkwardly bowed and greeted the two vampires who looked even older than him, and introduced himself.
"Douglas." Antina seemed very interested in him. "Is this a first name or a last name?"
"...It's a name." Douglas was stunned for a moment, and after searching his memory for a while, he gave an answer, "I don't have a surname. My parents were originally tenant farmers in a noble manor in the suburbs. No one called them by their surnames there. You can just call me Douglas."
"Then do you want to take my last name? Sainz, that sounds nice, right?"
"..." Douglas's smile froze. Is it polite to add a new colleague to your family tree when you first meet him?
"Don't mess around." Schultz also scolded from the side, "You can't turn him into a blood servant. He is your new teammate."
After that, the old man turned to Douglas and explained: "If you meet another vampire who asks you whether you want to join their family, you must refuse. The subtext of this sentence is whether you want to become their blood servant. Once you are transformed, you will not be able to refuse the other party's orders and become their puppet. This is a very strong connection in mysticism."
Antina pursed her lips, but there was no disappointment on her face. Douglas began to seriously consider whether his decision was too hasty.
This sounds too dangerous! If you reminded me a little later, I would have treated her words as a joke!
At this time, Anthony, who had been silent all this time, reached out and handed a folded note to Douglas. He took it, unfolded it, and found that it was one of the four letters of denunciation he had written, but some sentences were circled in red ink.
Douglas looked at Anthony blankly, and the other party responded with a serious look: "Your spelling and grammar are wrong in these places."
"…" Douglas took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I have no education, I'm self-taught, so it's not very accurate."
The literacy rate in the East District is less than one thousandth, and his grammar level is considered top-notch among bounty hunters.
Anthony nodded at him: "I know. I will teach you later."
Teach me? Teach me what?
Father Schultz explained with a smile: "Antonya is a well-known linguist and philologist, and a visiting professor at Backlund University. He has studied many languages and ancient languages. You know, many ritual magics require you to master spiritual languages that can communicate with nature. Antonya will be your teacher in this area."
The young vampire put on a poker face, but his tone was very enthusiastic: "I have prepared some materials and books for you, you can take them away tonight."
For a moment, Douglas wanted to jump out of the car and run back to St. Samuel's Church and hug Soest and cry and say, "Please, just lock me up. Chanis Gate is my happy home. I don't want to learn any more fucking languages."
In his previous life, he failed the college entrance examination and went to the most annoying minor language major, where he felt like dying from studying bird language every day.
When he first crossed over, he was glad that the language system was automatically updated, so he didn't have to learn to speak from scratch. He never thought that the gift of fate had already been secretly marked with a price and was waiting for him here.
I don't want to be a human anymore! Let me be a blood servant. Blood servants definitely don't need to learn languages! Why do I have to suffer foreign languages after traveling through time? Whoever wants to be a time traveler can be one. I don't want to do this anymore!
After a silence that was even longer than the long one, Douglas forced himself to curl up the corners of his mouth with tears in his eyes and responded: "Okay, thank you, I will... study hard. Well, knowledge is power..."
The second half of the sentence was purely self-consolation. Anthony seemed very happy that someone could accept his teachings, and said in cooperation: "Emperor Roselle's thoughts are always so philosophical, and the words he left behind are so mysterious and attractive. I..."
Before he finished speaking, Antina beside him deliberately sighed loudly and ruffled her brother's hair with her hand: "Oh, the Roselle fandom has started again. You little nerd, is that Intis man more attractive than your sister?"
The two vampires began to quarrel with each other in low voices, paying no attention to Douglas who was standing there in a daze.
Knowledge is power. Isn't this a famous saying by the British philosopher Francis Bacon? What the hell is Emperor Russell? Is this the second time I've heard his name?
Rossel, Rossel... Shit, he invented the steam engine? Bringing about the Industrial Revolution? Creating a republic in neighboring Intis? And then changing it back to an empire?
And he called himself Caesar?
Douglas almost jumped out of his seat after recalling the great man's deeds from his memory.
When he first traveled through time, he was focused on understanding the mystical knowledge and solving problems, and did not care about the historical development of this world. Now that he felt something was wrong, he found the knowledge that has become common sense in this world from the original owner's memory.
Roselle Gustav! The founder of the Republic of Intis, the greatest archon, the most romantic writer, the most talented inventor, known as the Son of Steam!
This guy might be a fellow countryman!
…But what's going on here? This fellow has been dead for over 150 years.
The other three people in the car noticed his abnormality and cast their eyes over. Douglas stared at Anthony for a while, then suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Rororororo... What kind of words did Russell leave behind?"
Antonia's eyes lit up at once, and she felt like she had met a fellow scholar. She immediately pulled out a notebook from her pocket and said, "Are you interested? I have copied some notes here, and we can do research together in the future! Well, let me think about it. I'll have to wait until you finish learning the ancient Hermetic language, the Elvish language, and the Giant language..."
Douglas waited anxiously for him to finish, nodding vigorously without paying any attention to the content: "Yes, yes, I will learn, I will learn everything. Can I take a look at what you copied first?"
"No problem!" The young vampire generously handed over his notebook and gave a rambling explanation, "Emperor Roselle left behind a lot of written materials, including his unfinished great ideas and creative manuscripts. They are all written in a strange language that has not been deciphered yet…"
He talked for a long time, then looked up and saw Douglas leaning back in the soft-cushioned seat with an open notebook in his hand, his face showing a mixture of shock, joy, and a variety of complex emotions.
Antonia added hastily, "Current research has confirmed that some of the symbols represent numbers and dates. I speculate that this should be the diary of Emperor Roselle, organized in order... What do you think, what do you think of it?"
"...How is it?" Douglas slowly moved his gaze to the young vampire's face and repeated the question.
His hands holding the notebook trembled slightly. He sat up straight and repeated the familiar Chinese characters on the notebook in his mind.
[February 23, 1143. It has been more than a week since I traveled to this world. I have to write something and talk about certain things, otherwise I feel like I will go crazy.]
[Hehe, I wrote it in simplified Chinese, no one will be able to decipher it, this world is all alphabetic. ]
[I am now Roselle Gustav, but I will never forget my real name.]
[Huang Tao! ]
Facing Antoine's gaze, Douglas answered in a trembling but firm voice: "To me, it is the most beautiful language in the world! The most beautiful words!"
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Harvest Church.
Although Antonia happily told him about Roselle's great deeds along the way, and Antina kept expressing her emotion that the number of Roselle fans around her had increased, Douglas still felt that he was in a trance.
Fourteen out of seventy, a one in five probability, Russell Gustav is truly his fellow countryman among fellow countrymen, a glorious citizen of the Great Foodie Empire.
He didn't read the rest of the book, just glanced at it quickly, not daring to reveal that he knew Chinese characters. Although his overly excited reaction still puzzled Schultz and Antina, fortunately there was a real Russell fan who dispelled the strange atmosphere in the car with a long speech on Russell's life.
Douglas responded to Anthony with "Hmmmm, wow, is it true? That's amazing" and so on, while making room in his mind to think. He just saw that Huang Tao was still watching Douyin and playing King of Glory before he came here. He should be in the same era as himself, with a difference of no more than five years. Why did he come here after Russell died for more than a hundred years?
This made it impossible for him to even look for his relatives, and he could only lay flowers at their graves.
And listening to Anthony's narration of Roselle's life, it seems that this senior time traveler didn't find a way to go back until he was assassinated. Anthony also suggested that Roselle should be a very high-sequence Beyonder, because according to the information of the blood clan, the assassination of the emperor seemed to be involved in the Eternal Blazing Sun Church.
A High-Sequence Beyonder, and also a unique high-ranking person in the secular world, if even Emperor Roselle couldn't find a way to return—
Douglas's enthusiasm to find his fellow countryman was half extinguished by this thought. He looked through the glass window on the car door at the gradually brightening sky, and the confusion about the future once again surfaced in his mind.
——Maybe, I really can't go back.
He didn't read many online novels in his previous life, so he didn't know whether those time-travel books would give the protagonists a chance to go home in the end. But Russell's example was already in front of him, and in an alternative way, Douglas gradually accepted the fact that he could not return to his roots and could only spend the rest of his life in another world.
But at the same time, he had some other bold guesses. Since there was the first Huang Tao and the second himself, would the third, fourth, or more travelers also leave records in this world?
Wherever you go, there must be traces! This famous quote shamelessly copied by Russell gave Douglas inspiration. He was not sure whether there would be more treasures left by predecessors in history. For example, in the Fourth Epoch, which was full of blood and disputes and had not been studied clearly, were there also travelers like Russell who relied on advanced ideas to lead the times and participate in the hegemony?
Douglas could not deny it and sincerely looked forward to this possibility.
Being a stranger in a foreign land is not a pleasant feeling, but if you can have one or two old friends during your journey, then loneliness is not something that cannot be digested.
At least, Huang Tao's existence allowed him to grasp a few insignificant but indestructible sense of belonging in this strange world.
Douglas thought so, calmed down, carefully read the contract that Father Schultz handed to him, and signed his name at the end.
"That's all."
The priest put away the contract and handed him an envelope, saying, "Here is your advance salary, 14 pounds. You can use it to support your family or buy necessities, such as a formal suit."
The church is really generous... Douglas smiled awkwardly and tugged at the corner of his torn coat. Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly, "My family, she believes in the Goddess of Night and studies in the school affiliated with the Church of Night. Is that okay?"
"We know that." Father Schultz signaled him not to be nervous, and replied with a smile, "In Loen, people are free to believe. Your situation is a little special, but we have always maintained a good relationship with the Church of the Dark Night. She can graduate normally, work, and maintain her own beliefs. What you need to do is to abide by the confidentiality regulations and not reveal any news about the extraordinary world to her."
Douglas felt a little relieved after hearing this: "Okay, I understand."
Having gotten into trouble in the extraordinary world right after crossing over, he knew the dangers and was determined to never let Verity know the other side of the world.Chapter 14 Dealing with Trivial MattersTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 3684 wordsUpdate time: 2022-09-18 15:30:06
"A lot of things happened today. You should go back and rest first. Come over around 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will introduce you to other members and arrange the corresponding work."
Father Schultz said this and let Douglas go back first. With 14 pounds in his pocket and a few linguistics and history books that Anthony had given him, Douglas walked out of the Harvest Church and stepped onto the streets again. His mood was completely different from the last time.
Now he has a place to return to, a family to miss, a backer to rely on, and a goal to pursue.
Douglas hailed a cab and told the address of the inn where Verity was staying. He leaned his head against the shaking carriage and reviewed his experiences over the past few days.
"It's like a dream…" He muttered and shook his head. "Now I'm not in a hurry to seek out any occult knowledge. I'll sort out the history that the church has first… What if there's more than one time traveler as arrogant as Emperor Roselle, hehe."
He didn't have the courage to charge ahead of thousands of people. Douglas had a clear vision of himself: with a high probability of not being able to go home, he would just live a lazy life by relying on the resources of the church.
Of course, you still have to find your fellow countrymen when you need to, and you have to be promoted when you need to be promoted. In this world full of extraordinary things, only by having absolute strength can you protect yourself.
He resisted the urge to sleep and returned to the hotel. Verity had not yet gone to school, and was naturally surprised to see him back intact. Douglas watched the little girl leave lively, ordered a breakfast, ate it, and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already past one in the afternoon.
The sleep he finally got restored his energy. He took a shower to clean himself, then went out for lunch. He spent about 8 pounds to buy a formal suit, and also bought some casual clothes for replacement.
He wanted to buy some new clothes for Verity. But to be honest, when he was a girl in his previous life, he knew nothing about dressing up and often went out in a T-shirt and shorts. Now, the European style of clothing is really not to his taste, and he doesn't know Verity's size. Douglas hesitated for a while and decided to give up and give the money to Verity to let her choose.
This reminded him of a bad joke from his previous life: What kind of flowers are better to give to your partner on Valentine's Day? Give him a bank card and tell him to spend it however he wants!
Back at the hotel, Douglas thought for a moment and paid for the next few days' room, then stayed in the room reading the history book that Anthony had given him until Verity came back from school at around five o'clock.
"Now it's my turn to fulfill my promise." Douglas sat on the bed and looked at his little girl, saying seriously, "In fact, I am now a believer of Mother Earth, and I have been employed as a clerical staff member of the church. The previous mission was an inspection of me by the church."
That's right, he was determined to use the name of the church to cover up details such as the slight change in "Douglas's" personality.
In Verity's surprised and understanding gaze, Douglas calmly made a prayer gesture and continued, "I think you can understand how religious belief can change a person's mind and even soul..."
In this world where faith is universal, this excuse is not difficult to accept. Verity quickly nodded in agreement, and at the same time, he pointed at the four-pointed star representing the goddess on his chest: "So that's how it is... I understand, Douglas, when I decided to believe in the goddess of night and went to church to listen to the priest's sermons, I also felt that my heart was gradually calming down, and I felt that I was reborn..."
Well, this shows that you are much more pious than me... I just covet their position and salary... Douglas complained to himself quietly in his heart.
"But, my faith is different from yours. Will it affect your work? I heard that most of the church employees come from devout believers' families..."
"It's okay. Loen is a country with freedom of religion, isn't it?" Douglas tried to comfort Verity. "I've asked the bishop, and he said there's no problem."
A smile immediately spread across Verity's face. "That's great! Well, luckily, you didn't go to believe in the Lord of Storms..."
In her opinion, as long as it is not the Lord of Storms who openly or secretly belittles women, there is no difference between believing in the God of Steam and Machinery or the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Neither of them imposes any restrictions on women, which is in line with her concept as a believer of the night.
Douglas smiled knowingly and continued, "Well, now that I have a legitimate job and a very stable income, I think it's time for us to move out of the East Side."
Douglas's savings were enough to rent a house in a better environment. But as a bounty hunter, his income was very unstable. He often didn't open for half a month, and only had enough money to make ends meet. He also needed to constantly invest money to get connections and obtain intelligence.
Add to that the necessary expenses of being a Beyonder, Verity's tuition and other expenses, and it would be impossible for Douglas to spend two-thirds or even more of his savings on rent.
Now he had a total of 36 pounds 7 soli on hand, including the money he had taken in advance. According to Douglas's superficial understanding of the housing market, if a contract was signed for half a year, townhouses in the North District and Cherwood District would cost around 25 pounds, while the more remote South Bridge District would cost just over 20 pounds.
Verity apparently did some calculations in his mind and seemed a little hesitant: "This will cost a lot of money at once. I think we don't need to be so anxious..."
"If you rent the whole house, it will be painful." Douglas said calmly, "However, I am actually considering subletting. Couples, bachelors or elderly people who don't have children will be happy to rent out the unused rooms in their homes and earn some rent to supplement their household expenses. In that case, I think it will only cost about twelve or thirteen pounds for half a year."
Seeing that Verity was beginning to be interested, he continued, "Actually, compared to before, I just need a tidy reception room to entertain colleagues, but unfortunately the East End cannot meet this requirement. By sharing a house, we will have a separate bedroom, bathroom, and a living room, kitchen, and cellar shared by two families... At twelve or thirteen pounds, I think we can afford it."
Douglas had calculated it in the afternoon. It would take eight weeks to pay back the advance weekly salary by receiving half of the salary each week. These eight weeks would be 14 pounds, which was enough to pay for half a year's rent. What's more, he now had a good savings.
In the future, the expenses incurred during missions can be reimbursed, which will reduce some expenses invisibly. Well, we have to thank our predecessor Russell for promoting the reimbursement culture!
"I'm going to look for a suitable house in the North District, so you don't have to get up so early and it'll be safer on the way to school..." Douglas described the future life to Verity, "You can also invite friends to your home on weekends and go shopping together. Haha, past experience tells me that it is very important to establish good interpersonal relationships with people around you."
His description obviously touched Verity. If possible, who wouldn't want to sleep in a clean, tidy house and live a more relaxed and decent life? The girl pursed her lips and looked at Douglas with hope: "Well... if you think it's okay, then I have no objection."
"That's settled then." Douglas immediately decided, "You stay here for a few more days and look up rental information in the newspaper. I'll be busy this week and need to learn how to handle various church affairs, so I'll leave that to you."
Tonight he planned to return to the East District to pack up the old safe house and return it, and rent a new single room at a new address. Working in the church did not mean that Douglas was ready to give up the resources at hand. He also planned to attend underground gatherings from time to time to find the formula corresponding to his Sequence Eight.
After all, the Church of Mother Earth probably doesn't have a formula for the "apprentice" path, so they pulled me back from outside, and I don't know how long I have to wait for internal promotion.
After finalizing the move, Douglas continued to make the decision and took Verity out to eat. I have to say that the food in this world is too monotonous, and rice is so rare and expensive! Douglas chewed the steak, but in his heart he was thinking about the plain fried rice and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and secretly decided to steam rice for the New Year.
After spending half a night to deal with the safe house, Douglas arrived at the Harvest Church on time the next day. It was morning prayer time, and many believers were already sitting in the front rows praying in low voices. Father Schultz, who was standing in front of the pulpit, saw him from a distance and nodded to him. Douglas then found a seat and sat down. He glanced at the holy emblem of Mother Earth hanging on the wall and bowed his head as if praying seriously.
"Praise you, source of life!"
"Praise you, Mother of all things!"
"…"
The believers chanted words of praise in low voices, and the fragmented voices gradually gathered into tacit whispers, echoing and vibrating repeatedly.
During this process, Douglas suddenly felt a spiritual awakening. He felt that as the believers prayed more and more devoutly, a faint but clear spiritual airflow gradually rolled up in the entire hall, spreading and swaying. He could feel a little bit of his spiritual energy naturally and slowly flowing out with the airflow. Douglas closed his eyes, touched his ten fingers together and held them in front of his mouth and nose, and guessed in his heart what this phenomenon was.
As for being afraid, that's not the case. After all, this is the inside of a church of the righteous God. Even if extraordinary phenomena occur, they will not harm anyone.
As the prayers gradually died down, Father Schultz, who was standing in the front leading the morning prayer, began to explain passages from the Holy Book of Life to the believers in a warm and steady voice, giving a simple sermon.
Douglas had read this most important holy book of the Church of Mother Earth while he was recuperating. He felt that it was similar to the religious texts on Earth, both of which used storytelling and poetic language to embody the deeds and power of the gods.
The spiritual energy seemed to circle around the hall and finally returned to the holy emblem hanging on the wall. It was not known whether it was absorbed by it or not. However, as Father Schultz preached, Douglas could gradually feel that his body and soul seemed to have been cleansed, removing the fatigue and tiredness of waking up in the morning, making his mind clearer, and his body stretched out as if it had been stretched.
This... Douglas' eyelids twitched, and he remembered what Verity said about the feeling of physical and mental peace in prayer.
As an extraordinary person, he undoubtedly felt that this was probably not just a psychological effect, but also involved some high-level power.
Of course, the most direct evidence is that he himself did not pray devoutly, but still received this "blessing"... Douglas thought of this, hurriedly put aside distractions, recited a few hymns carefully, and then prayed to the Mother Earth with a nonchalant attitude, praying that the Mother Earth would bless him so that he could eat rice this year.
The prayers of believers are nothing more than a happy family, good health, excellent grades, and a lot of money. It is quite reasonable for me to pray to the Mother Goddess, who represents the harvest, for food to eat!
After the morning prayer, the believers stood up one after another. Some went to work, while others came forward to collect a small amount of money or talk to Father Schultz. They all looked very energetic. Douglas glanced around the hall and found Anthony standing by the side door leading to the church, motioning for him to go over.
He really wanted to ask Anthony, "Do you feel like walking into a cafeteria when you are praying with humans early in the morning?" However, considering the piety of the vampires and their respect for the gods, Douglas wisely swallowed the joke and followed her into the church.
Behind the door was a spacious corridor. On the left was the priests' lounge where Douglas had lived, and on the right were several rooms whose uses were unknown. Anthony led him to open the first door on the right, and Douglas was surprised to find that there was a spiral staircase going down inside.Chapter 15 Harvest ChurchTitle of the Book:Mystery: From Apprentice to High-Dimensional OverlookerAuthor's name: BambooChapter word count: 3545 wordsUpdate time: 2022-09-18 15:30:06
"Down here are the alchemy room, weapons storage room, archive room, and the room where some sealed objects are stored." Anthony explained as she led him downstairs, and explained the dim rooms with iron doors beside the stairs. "These rooms are used to temporarily detain and accommodate certain people."
"Why not put these facilities on the ground?" Douglas asked, touching the old stone brick wall.
"The power of the Mother Goddess is concentrated in the realm of the earth and the red moon, so the seal must be stored underground and properly kept with the help of the Mother Goddess's power. Secondly, there are many precious materials in the alchemy room, and we usually need an undisturbed and peaceful environment to prepare and experiment with the potions."
The young vampire suddenly paused here, as if he remembered something, and waved his hand to light all the wall lamps. The flickering candlelight illuminated the surrounding environment.
"Sorry, I forgot you're not a vampire. We don't usually need lights in the dark."
"Thank you," Douglas said, indeed troubled by this matter. "I almost had to rely on my spiritual vision to follow you."
"There is actually a switch at the entrance. Remember to turn it on yourself next time." Anthony nodded and continued the previous topic, "We can also gain certain bonuses in a dark environment. Well, the most important point is that vampires don't like sunlight."
Douglas smiled and said, "In Backlund, seeing the sun should be a blessing."
This crappy place really looks like London, England, with few sunny days all year round.
Anthony shook her head in obvious disagreement. Although vampires would not be harmed by ordinary sunlight, it was still uncomfortable to be exposed to the sun.
"Alchemy rooms, these are all. Please don't disturb them when there's a sign on the door. The weapons storehouse is useless to us vampires. We are equivalent to Sequence 7 in combat. But now that you're here, you can apply for guns, demon hunting bullets and other supplies. I just don't know if there are any in stock..."
"What about the full class weapons license required for firearm use?"
"The church will take care of it. This way, the archives."
There were already two people waiting in the archive room, one was Antina, and the other was a man with thin cheeks but mature temperament. He was sitting upright in a chair reading an ancient book. When he saw the visitor, he did not stand up, but just raised his head to signal.
Anthony bowed slightly to the other party, and Douglas followed suit. Then he heard Antoine introduce him, "This is Baron Russ Bathory, who is currently in charge of the team's affairs."
Baron... Is this a true noble? Douglas, who came from a low-class family, was a little reserved for a moment, as if he didn't know where to put his hands.
Then I suddenly realized that I am actually a modern person. If aristocrats were in our place, they would be hung under the street lamp. I am not afraid of anything.
Russ Bathory seemed to be sizing him up, his eyes even redder than those of Sainz and his sister. Seeing Douglas's momentary expression of bewilderment, the baron chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, sit down. Although I am the captain in name, I have been busy with official business recently, and the actual affairs have been handed over to Sainz and Schultz."
Antina nodded heavily beside her, her expression seeming a little dissatisfied.
Douglas automatically and consciously sat at the bottom, feeling somewhat curious about the so-called official business, but knowing that the other party still had something to say, he did not ask and just listened quietly.
"In fact, most of Backlund's vampires are currently in the southern continent, under the leadership of Archbishop Emlyn White, encircling and suppressing the cultists. You won't see many of them." Ruth Bathory said slowly, "Those with higher sequences have other tasks, so I won't appear often. Your teammates will include some young vampires including the Sainz siblings, as well as a 'cultivator' and a 'warrior'."
"'Farmer' Jessica Downes, 'Warrior' Wayne Tolley," Antonia added at the right time, "They are not vampires either. Wayne works at the Sivellas Police Station and will cooperate with our actions when necessary. Jessica is mainly responsible for the planting and cultivation of rare plants. She should be in the greenhouse of my villa now..."
Your villa... Douglas caught this key word and thought to himself that you, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also a bourgeois! Baron and villa, it seems that vampires are quite rich? Shouldn't living longer mean spending more money?
"You will have a chance to meet other vampires. Haha, although the Mother Goddess's Church has been officially recognized, the teams that deal with extraordinary events are usually assigned according to the beliefs of the parties involved. Most matters will still fall on the Nighthawks and the Punishers. It is basically impossible for us to mobilize all our personnel, so you don't have to rush to meet them."
"Okay." Douglas had no objection to this arrangement. To be honest, he was actually a socially anxious person. It would be better not to meet with the vampire colleagues who were arrogant and particular about their status.
"Well, let Schultz arrange the specific tasks and studies for you." Ruth Bathory changed her posture, raised her right leg and placed it on her left leg. "The next thing is about you."
Crossing your legs is not good for your lumbar spine, Mr. Baron... Oh, you are a vampire, then just ignore what I said. Douglas concentrated his attention and prepared to listen to what was related to him.
"You should understand that we will conduct a period of observation for the wild Beyonders who are absorbed into the church. After the observation, you will receive the treatment of a formal employee, including salary and promotion opportunities."
I see. It's the internship period. Douglas said sincerely, "I understand. What should I do to cooperate with the church?"
"Complete assigned tasks, cooperate with other team members or police departments in some actions, and do your job well. At the same time, you need to submit a thought report every two weeks, including the progress of learning the teachings of the Mother Goddess, your experience and your own situation. I mean whether you have come into contact with contaminated objects, whether you have a tendency to lose control, etc." A copy of the report needs to be sent to the Church of Evernight. They are mainly responsible for the Sealed Artifact '2-061' incident in which you participated.
"In addition, I will monitor your movements to some extent. You should have seen this method before."
Bathory raised his arm as he spoke, and Douglas saw a small furry bat emerge from his sleeve, hanging upside down with its claws grasping the expensive fabric.
He suddenly understood. Bathory glanced at the little bat, and it squeaked and spread its wings and flew towards Douglas, who leaned back and raised his arm to catch the little thing in his palm.
The moment Douglas caught the little bat, he realized something. The little animal was lighter than he thought. Although it felt furry, upon closer inspection, the dark figure did not seem to be covered with fur, but more like a pure shadow.
"You can think of it as my clone." Bathory raised his chin and explained, "It is a creature made of shadows. It cannot be detected by most occult methods and has certain anti-divination properties. It usually hides in your shadow, and its eyes are my eyes."
This, high-tech... no, high-mysticism, body camera is okay... As if to confirm Bathory's words, the body of the little bat suddenly dissolved, slid down and disappeared like a black shadow, and the next second it fell on his head again.
Douglas reached out and grabbed the little thing, and asked excitedly: "Can you give it a name?"
"..." Bathory's expression seemed to freeze for a moment. Behind him, Antina suddenly smiled brightly and actively offered advice.
"What are you going to call it? How about Toby?"
Douglas realized belatedly that this thing was equivalent to a part of Bathory's own shadow, and naming it seemed like giving Bathory a nickname...
His eyes suddenly wandered. Fortunately, Bathory only turned back and glared at Antina, and did not dwell on this matter. He continued the previous topic: "It has no combat power, but when you encounter an emergency that you can't handle, you can touch it with your spiritual power, and I will be aware of it. This is surveillance, but it is also protection."
"I totally understand."
Bathory nodded, and Father Schultz had already walked into the archives room. The Blood Baron stood up and left, leaving the specific arrangements to the priest.
As soon as the baron left, Antina became more lively and whispered something to her brother. Lien Schultz didn't pay attention to these details. He sat aside casually and said to Douglas with a smile: "You don't have to be nervous. The inspection will last for a long time, but we won't make it difficult for you."
Douglas held his new little shadow pet in his arms, sat obediently and listened to the old man assign him tasks.
"Well, you need to come to the Harvest Church once a day, and I will preach to you or you can study on your own. You can arrange the specific time according to other tasks. Of course, I need to rest most of the night.
"In addition, you need to spend two afternoons a week at the Church of St. Samuel in the Church of Darkness. A night watchman from the Path of Secret Voyeur will arrange the necessary courses for you. Decide on a time and let me know."
Let me think, today is Tuesday, November 25th... Douglas said casually, "Then every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, is that okay?"
Schultz nodded and said, "You can go there tomorrow. This is a token. Take it to find the priest on duty and follow their instructions. Your teacher is Nora Melos."
As he spoke, the old man handed him a thumb-sized crescent badge with a faint spiritual fluctuation on it.
After seeing him put away the badge, Schultz continued, "As for other duties, well, as you can see, there are very few things that require guarding in the church. We have three clerks in charge of typing and accounting, and I will also stay in the church for a long time. Haha, our advantage over other churches is that we don't have to guard the sealed objects specifically. The truly dangerous items are in the treasure houses of various blood clan families. They have less side effects here and do not need to be stored specially.
"But you still need to follow Anthony here to learn various languages and related historical knowledge. There are many ancient books given by the blood race in the archives. They are a race with a long history and have preserved many secrets. The books stored here are relatively safe and do not contain high-level knowledge. You can read them at any time, but you cannot take them away."
Douglas looked around the archive room as the other person spoke, and it felt like a small library. He doubted whether he could read half of the books in the collection in his lifetime.
"Besides that, you only have two tasks. One is to follow this list, regularly attend these underground gatherings and report on the relevant situations, and always pay attention to whether there is a secret spread of cults and other extraordinary events in the East District. This should not be difficult for you."
Haha, indeed, I have preached to the Aurora Society before and am very familiar with the business, such as the original creator... Douglas took the list with a self-deprecating tone. There was not much on the list, including the addresses of four or five underground gatherings, methods of joining and other matters.
"I thought that after the church obtained this information, it would choose to eliminate and ban it..."
"With the existence of various secret organizations, we cannot cut off all transactions involving extraordinary people. In this case, keeping them under our sight may be the best option. During the party, you must pay special attention to the sale of formulas and those dangerous and evil commissions. This part needs to be reported in a timely manner."
"OK."
"For the second task, you need to join the 'Association of Celestial Observation Enthusiasts' in the Joewood District."