It's too dark and cold here, no daylight. Muton thought he had had enough of the heat wave of the Flame Moon, but now he couldn't help but miss it. After staying in the basement all night, he felt moisture rising from the cracks in his bones. It's a shame there's no hard liquor.
Only perfume and deodorant.
Piles and piles of wooden bottles sit in the corner, and people are constantly taking them away. But it will take a while until it is finished. By then, he thought, I might be frozen to death. I don’t know how the priest stayed in this damn place for a week. Even though the other person was wearing a thick brown robe, he felt it was not enough. After all, I'm afraid it's still early for my turn.
The first person to take away the bottle was a woman in a black dress. Lucky guy, Mouton met her not long ago. At that time, the other party was still the hostess of this shop, specializing in providing perfume for mysterious creatures-not to mention that adventurers did not use such luxurious gadgets, at least Muton saw some female mercenaries using it. The women could not afford daggers and leather sheathed quivers, but instead had money to give to perfume shops. But it's not like he can't figure it out. People like them need to show off their skills in front of their employers in order to get a more generous salary, and the bitch who wears perfume only needs to spread her thighs on the bed.
Now, she has switched to potion business. Maybe we have something to talk about because we are like-minded. What's her name? Gina? Geneva? He decided to go find her when it was over...
...until she went back to the basement.
Something is not quite right. Mouton blinked, maybe it was because of the heavy humidity, but her feet seemed to be floating on the stone slabs. Geneva's pockets were empty, and her efficiency apparently pleased the priest. Mouton watched as the priest who maintained order took her away from the team and walked to the narrow stone platform on the opposite side.
"You ask for baptism?" the bishop asked.
This person's accent is very unfamiliar, and he must not be a local. He asked all congregants to address him as "Bishop Toon Louve" and to add the word "Newell" when praying to the cross. Muton was originally an unbeliever, but he knew that the symbol of the Church of Gaia was a silver-white cross. To express the distinction, the bishop declared that the Holy Spirit was the true form of Gaia, using the Black Cross as evidence.
Geneva knelt down. She took out a pendant from her chest - no need to say what shape it was - and held it tightly in her palm. Then she touched the toe of the bishop's shoe with her forehead as a sign of devotion. "Please cleanse me of bad luck and curse, Your Majesty Bishop. I will devote my body and soul to the great Holy Spirit."
"Of course. You are the first to come back and are the most powerful apostle of the Holy Spirit." Bishop Lu Wei said with an unfamiliar accent. "He will continue to guide you." He stretched out his hand.
Geneva picked out a wooden bottle from her pocket and handed it to him eagerly with both hands. Your lordship does not even need to bend. He lifted the wooden bottle with two fingers, flicked the bottom of the bottle with one finger, and then used his teeth to pull off the gland. Muton took a deep breath and felt an intoxicating fragrance suddenly filled the air.
"You will be reborn." He tilted the bottle.
Geneva had already taken off his hat and welcomed the divine grace falling from the sky with his face and arms. These golden liquids seemed as light as feathers, slowly dripping in mid-air, connecting from time to time to form oily droplets. They were sprinkled evenly on her body, instantly seeping into her skin and disappearing.
The effect is immediate. Mouton watched as Geneva's skin turned white, as if she had returned to her youth. She was married before she opened a perfume shop. She looks like she just came of age! How is this possible? He couldn't believe it.
Geneva covered her face and cried, but they were undoubtedly tears of joy. Mysterious creature perfume cannot make people younger, and as a seller, she obviously knows this. In the wider world that she didn't know, perhaps the effect of divine grace was not surprising, but she would never be able to enjoy it.
Muton swallowed. A mortal cannot feel the mystery, but he can be aware of the changes. What did you say when you first joined Christianity? The Holy Spirit can grant wishes, and there is no need to buy indulgences in exchange for the opportunity to pray. The Holy Spirit is more merciful than Gaia, fairer than Lucia, and more tolerant than Heather. He remembered all the rumors. What do I want? Return to youth or become rich overnight? Or do you want them all? The ideas are endless.
The only trouble is that he has to improve his efficiency so that he can spread divine grace to every ignorant mortal in Yotsuba City.
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Standing among the tight crowd, he felt out of place. The price of the overtime is that Katz is still wearing the astrologer's robes at the detection station. Although the believers of the Holy Spirit ignored him, he only felt that his steps were difficult and there were thorns in his back. He considered taking off his coat right there, but the darkness and dampness made him hesitate. Whenever someone comes into the house and the cool breeze blows across his face, he becomes discouraged.
It's all the supervisor's fault. Katz thought. I will never pass on charisma to him. By then, his mystique will still remain the same, and Katz will undoubtedly continue to be promoted until he leaves his supervisor and even the detection station far behind. Only a fool would like to guard the "Nightingale Bane". The guard guarding the gate of Frostleaf Castle earns twice as much as he does in a day, and it is just a heavy iron gate.
He has better choices, such as the Duke's Shadow Army, or the Lord's manor who is superstitious about astronomical constellations... or even a high tower? Croita is a holy land for astrologers. Katz originally didn't even dare to think about it, but now the Holy Spirit changed his destiny.
Might as well go to Croita. The narrow escape to light a fire was not just for the sake of wasting it in a remote town. The mysterious realm rules Knox, seven mysterious organizations, seven fulcrums of order created by mysterious creatures...my place should have been among them. But since he was born in Eastman, he could only rely on professional astrology to get by at the detection station. Croix, the Tower of the Sky, is a holy place for astrologers. They monitor the order of the entire Knox and are a detection station in the mysterious realm. They don't want the family name, they only choose the right person.
Katz had already found out where the garrison lived, but he was not allowed to visit him. When the Holy Spirit Sect takes root in Yotsuye City, as an important Nightingale, he will probably gain unimaginable conveniences. The tower will not reject me. Even a druid like Eds Haynes can find a job, let alone an astrologer like me. I'm a good match. Could it be better? Katz made up his mind to ruthlessly reject the large number of guests who tried to visit him. Holy Spirit is above, I have this power.
When Bishop Luwe held the ceremony, he was at the front of the queue. Everyone was secretly observing the ceremony, so Katz unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a long sip, attracting the attention of those nearby. As a mysterious creature, there is almost no limit to the divine favor he can receive. Naturally, he can drink whatever he wants and pour it whenever he wants. Most of the people here are mortals. They are green leaves at best, and it is difficult for them to always experience the taste of divine grace. Regardless, Katz enjoyed the sight of them.
When he crawled back to earth with a bag of divine favors, things changed. The woman in the black dress climbed out immediately after him and "floated" to the south without stopping for a second. Her speed was astonishing, but Katz only noticed her target. This is the direction of Fafrank Strasse. If you want to become a tower astrologer, you cannot teach the residents to discover the secret of divine grace. Katz tensed.
So he quickly caught up with the woman and gave her an order: "You go north."
"But I have to go south."
Katz frowned. He didn't expect this lucky mortal to dare refuse. "Who do you belong to? What is your name?"
"Geneva." The woman in the black dress was very submissive at this time, "I belong to the Holy Spirit."
He thought of this woman. When he first entered the sect, Bishop Lu Wei told him that the meeting place would be the "Geneva Perfume Shop" on Hercule Street. It turns out that damn place is her shop. Can you use your home as a religious gathering place? Katz asked himself that he couldn't do it.
"Are you from Bishop Lu Wei?" There is only one explanation.
Geneva's eyes swept over him as though they were a squirrel on a branch. "My lord the bishop wants me to go to 181 Fafrank. I have to go south," she said. "Any more questions, my lord?"
There are too many questions. Thun Luvi wants to send divine grace to the garrison's residence? He had thought they wouldn't play this big. Katz shook his head furiously. "Just leave."
Geneva didn't pause for a second; her feet barely touched the ground as she walked. Katz looked at her back and felt a chill running through his body. He took the cross pendant out of his pocket, but didn't know what to do. Finally, he put the pendant back in its place, opened another wooden bottle, and filled his throat with gush. He was determined to find a place where there were no mysterious creatures to hang out.
…
"Who is that?" Cecilia asked. "She doesn't look right."
Geneva stood outside the window like a ghost. You could see through the mask, her face was as pale as paper, and she was staring straight at them. Thinking that she was waiting outside for him to open the door, Uriel's hair stood on end and he shivered under the sun.
"She didn't leave at all" Mr. Ring unintentionally contributed to the horror.
Uriel had no choice but to tell her about the freshener. When the waitress heard this, she was also startled: "Fire potion?"
"Professionals said it." Naturally, Soren Gessen's existence cannot be concealed. To be honest, if this guy hadn't spoken so freely, the apprentice wouldn't have had to hide it. "Is there any way you can get rid of her, wise Mr. Gershon?"
"She can't come in"
"The window is magically reinforced." Cecilia also said, "It's Mr. Haines' anti-theft measure. But it's really... strange for her to be standing there." The waitress kept pushing up her glasses, and she was obviously more than "strange" in her heart. Such a description.
"If you ask me, it's too scary." Uriel didn't trust glass, even glass that was enchanted. After all, this woman may not be human, and she might have a special way to get in. It’s better not to think about it any further.
The red-haired waiter crossed his arms nervously. "Is she looking at me, Uriel?"
"I'll keep an eye on her." The apprentice reassured, "Just go back to the bedroom."
"She's looking at you! Uriel!"
"She can only look at me and can't do anything else." But he still picked up a chair. Through a layer of thick glass, Geneva stared at him. "Go away!" The stool leg swung past the glass, and she tilted her head back slightly.
"Are you chasing the monkeys away?" Sauron was shaken uncomfortably.
"As long as it works." The woman in the black dress gradually backed away while holding a bag of deadly potions. Uriel was nervous, worried that she might suddenly make a dash. Even if the glass didn't break, she would still have a bloody head. If you think about it for a moment, it's a nightmare scenario.
Fortunately, Geneva disappeared. "She's gone." The apprentice felt all the strength in his body was drained.
But the next second, Cecilia's voice suddenly came. "Uriel? I have closed all the windows in the back... Huh?"
