“This… High Priest, I’m only conveying what Lamar reported,” the tall Knight said, stepping back as he noticed the High Priest standing up. He spoke with a hint of nervousness.
After hearing the other party’s reasons, the High Priest’s voice rose sharply, clearly filled with anger, as he said:
“Giovanni! You’ve been the leader of the Wilderness Brotherhood for too long, have you gone stupid?”
“Do you think that reason holds any ground? You should know that even a Peak Knight couldn’t possibly destroy an Iron Maiden puppet with a hammer.”
“You have disappointed me greatly!”
“This…” Facing the High Priest’s skepticism, Giovanni, the president of the Wilderness Brotherhood, suddenly found himself at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain.
However, he quickly recovered and said, “High Priest, I let Lamar come as well; he’s just outside the door. How about we listen to his report directly?”
Clearly, Giovanni did not want to take the blame.
The corpulent High Priest nodded slightly.
After the Black Flame Monk Lamar came in and reported, the High Priest fell silent…
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“The dignity of the Black Flame Church cannot be challenged! Go!”
“By your command, High Priest!” Giovanni and Lamar both touched their chests and bowed in salute, they said.
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Night had fallen.
The moon was bright, and the stars sparse, silence enveloped everything.
A thin mist began to float over Flashgold Town.
Rein had returned to his new bedroom to rest early, and was already in deep sleep.
Meanwhile, a hooded old man in a black robe slowly walked towards the center of Flashgold Town from its outskirts, adeptly avoiding the patrolling squads of Night Watchmen at every turn.
He stopped about forty or fifty meters away from Rein’s new home, looked around, and then entered a dark, unlit alley nearby.
Shortly after he entered, three Night Watchmen from Flashgold Town passed by the mouth of the alley on patrol.
After the squad of Night Watchmen left, the old man began quietly scratching something into the ground with his wooden cane.
Soon, a pattern about one meter in diameter resembling an inverted pentagram appeared on the ground; from afar, it looked like child’s graffiti.
Then, the old man took out a piece of clothing brought to him by Bo He and placed it in the center of the inverted pentagram.
Next, the old man began to chant softly, directing the wooden cane in his hand towards the pattern on the ground.
“… (Akkadian) Curse: Spiritual Fatigue!”
As soon as the old man’s words fell, Rein, who was sleeping in a bedroom about forty to fifty meters away, suddenly furrowed his brows in his deep sleep.
In his dreams, Rein felt exceedingly tired, almost unable to open his eyes or wake up…
At that moment, it seemed the old man sensed the curse had taken effect; a slight smile appeared under his hood, but it was not yet over. He then took a slender finger bone from his pocket.
The finger bone was long, seemingly from the skeleton of an adult human female.
With the finger bone in hand, the old man started chanting softly again.
Seconds later, a transparent human-shaped spiritual body appeared before him, and from its slender figure, it seemed to have been a beautiful human woman in life.
“Go, Sandra, deal with the owner of that garment!” the old man commanded.
The named female spirit, Sandra, obediently walked next to the inverted pentagram, sensed the scent of the garment, and then nodded at the old man.
She then floated like a mist toward where Rein was located.
Soon, the female spirit, Sandra, passed through the wall into Rein’s bedroom, and she saw him lying on the bed, his brows furrowed.
Expressionless, Sandra walked slowly forward, her cold, sharp claws shifting from ethereal to solid, ready to strike Rein fatally when suddenly, she froze!
Her gaze focused on a slightly inconspicuous Brass Ring on the index finger of Rein’s left hand.
She felt a familiar presence emanating from it, understanding the message contained within it: “He is my friend, please do not harm him.”
If Rein had been awake at that moment, he would have noticed that the ring being scrutinized was the oddity known as ‘Agatha’s Ring.’
(Agatha’s Ring: A simple Brass Ring with a young girl’s soul imbued with sincere gratitude and blessings. Wearing it generates goodwill in some undead creatures.)
At that moment, the slim female spirit, Sandra, revealed a hint of hesitation and did not attack immediately.
It seemed that the ring had touched some deep emotion within her.
Unnoticed by Sandra, the very target she aimed to kill was now squinting at her.
Actually, just as Sandra prepared to strike, Rein’s level 3 ‘danger perception’ had already alarmed him.
However, the alarm in Rein’s mind mysteriously disappeared soon after.
But Rein was now wide awake, considering the scene before him. He also found it strange that the female spirit was supposed to attack him, yet she hesitated on the spot.
After waiting for a while longer, he saw the female spirit turn and leave the room through the wall.
This left Rein somewhat puzzled for a moment.