"Let him come in, I'll wait for him in the study."
"Okay ma'am."
Watching Nia turn and leave, Lilith walked towards the study on the second floor. Her steps were frivolous and elegant. For her, this was a manner that she must always pay attention to, because it was in line with the aristocratic temperament.
It was still raining lightly outside. The heavy smog over the city that had been raining for a week had dissipated a lot, and there was a moist feeling in the air, which was very rare in Hutton Mar.
"Mr. Karl, my lady, please come in!"
"Good work."
Karl, who was wearing a black coat, a half-high silk hat and a black cane, followed Lilith's personal maid into the villa. After passing through a large garden, he came to the magnificent hall.
Entering the hall, the heat from the fireplace immediately surrounded him and warmed his whole body. Compared to the rainy cold outside, it felt more like spring in March.
Karl took off his slightly damp black woolen coat and his silk top hat. When he entered the door, he noticed the rich breakfast on the table, but there was no one at the table.
"Well, may I ask, where is Miss Lilith?"
"That's right, Mr. Karl, Miss is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."
Nia said softly while taking over Karl's black coat, half-high silk hat, cane and other things.
"Okay, thank you."
Karl nodded lightly, and then, accompanied and guided by other maids, he walked up to the second floor and gently knocked on the door in the far left corner.
"Miss, Mr. Carl is here."
The door opened with a creak, and as soon as young Karl raised his head, he met Lilith's ruby-like pupils.
These are a pair of extremely smart and pure eyes. After looking at them for a long time, they even surpass the primary charm of a priest witch. This was Karl's first reaction.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on him. As Karl has lived in the church since he was a child, in addition to studying mass and preaching, he rarely saw women before the age of 16, let alone a beautiful and elegant noble lady like Lilith.
"Good morning, Mr. Karl." Her tone was light and soft, which sounded very touching.
"Good morning, Miss Lilith, you are still as beautiful as before."
"Thank you for your compliment." Lilith stood up from the sofa and gently lifted her skirt in return.
"First of all, please forgive me for my sudden visit. I know this is not very gentlemanly, but there is indeed something very important. Archbishop John asked me to pass this on to you."
After Karl finished speaking, he didn't wait for Lilith to ask what the question was. He directly put his hand into the inner pocket of his vest, took out an envelope with a hot gold pattern and handed it to Lilith.
He looked at the envelope with slight confusion. There was a text written in Gurun on it, "Admission Notice from St. Honavitch University."
"Admission notice from St. Honavitch's University! So I can become a priest?"
Lilith's eyes suddenly widened. She couldn't believe it for a moment. Didn't she expect that her previous admission application was actually approved?
"Yes, your application was personally evaluated and approved by Archbishop John. Originally, the Archbishop was planning to deliver it in person and visit His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. However, there seems to be something going on in Faslanca recently. The night watchman over there has sent a message A secret report has come, so I can only do it for you. This is the admission notice, and the admission time is one week away. After entering the school, you can touch the supernatural and become a priest at any time. Of course, you must also be aware of the rules of the church. "
After Lilith listened quietly, her joy at being able to become a priest was immediately extinguished by cold water. She breathed lightly and said:
"Karl, you know that I have wanted to become a priest since I was a child, but I also don't want to lose my freedom."
Karl chuckled and shook his head.
"How can anyone become a priest without paying the price? In comparison, the Honavitch Church is much more relaxed about teachers. It is not as bad as you think."
"But you guard the tomb like a piece of wood every day. I don't want to guard the tomb, and I don't want to turn into a piece of wood."
Lilith puffed up her pink cheeks subconsciously, and then she realized that she had said offensive words, and immediately looked at Karl in panic.
"That's not what I meant...um...I mean, is there no other way?"
Karl fell into silence. After about thirty seconds, he looked back at Lilith and said thoughtfully: "No."
"You know, if humans want to become true priests, they can only rely on blasphemy cards. And blasphemy cards require the same extraordinary materials as mixing potions. Most of the rich materials are stored in schools directly under different churches. There are indeed some in the church. The drawn blasphemy cards are not necessarily the extraordinary path you want, and of course it is not in line with the rules of the church. Those will only be given to night watchmen who have promotions or meritorious deeds."
.........
Florence, Scandinavian white desert.
In the boundless white desert, the Black Pearl is heading southeast. Unlike the deep sea, which is full of thunderstorms and huge waves, the white desert is more mysterious and crazy. The local indigenous people call the desert the white god of death.
"Wendy, keep an eye on it for me and report it immediately when you get to your destination."
Jack D. Sparrow shouted to an unusually fat middle-aged man with curly hair who was wearing a boatswain's robe and a lightning bandage, and then immediately returned to the cabin with the telegram.
Along the way, he passed by the entire work machine room. There was no one in it, but he could vaguely hear the roar of steam operation.
At the end, the door to the captain's room in the middle opened, and a soft and thick gray wool carpet appeared in front of Jack's eyes. On both sides were mahogany wine cabinets and ladder weapon racks, steam rifles and bottles of scarlet wine under the candlelight. Under the light, it shines with a fascinating luster.
In the center of the cabin, there is a long wooden table covered with a yellowed sea chart. On it are ink bottles with quills, books with ancient covers, a brass steam sextant and other things.
Jack walked to the desk and laid the telegram on top of the chart, with a few scattered words written on it.
"Faslanka, suspected secret, suspected arrival..."
Faslanka in the Kingdom's third trade area?
That place is a metropolis, with an average population of about five million. Wait... Could it be that there are high-level beings preparing to descend on that area?
It's not impossible if you think about it carefully. A metropolis with a large population is enough to provide the flesh and blood and sacrifices for Advent. I don't know what the church will do.
Hey, every time this time, I have to sigh, this is really a crazy and twisted world. In addition to screening out all kinds of horrific pollution, we also have to guard against the arrival of unknown secrets.
I'm really glad I once left the metropolis and made the choice to sail on the sea. Although this requires fighting against all kinds of extraordinary species and unknown secrets, it is better than being a sacrifice, like a lamb on a sticky board waiting to be slaughtered. However, even the soul will be enslaved.
"Bah..."
Jack's thoughts were spinning when suddenly an extremely harsh metal friction sound came from the window, like sharp nails scratching the glass.
"Damn, I was worried about others just now, but I met him first."
He quickly took out a silver-white revolver engraved with lightning patterns from the drawer, and walked towards the round porthole with a frown.
Through the porthole glass, I found that the white desert outside the ship had changed vaguely. The creamy sand was actually squirming like waves, swirling.
Looking around, Jack's brows furrowed even more tightly. His more than ten years of sailing experience told him that there must be something wrong. This kind of problem would not occur in a normal desert.
"Captain, Captain."
At this time, Wendy ran in hastily from the door with her fat belly and shouted:
"Captain, the Black Pearl seems to have deviated from its course."
"What?" Jack was stunned when he heard Wendy's words, and asked with a surprised expression: "Isn't it a ghost ship? How could it deviate from the channel?"
"Sorry Captain, I just fell asleep for some reason. When I woke up, the Black Pearl seemed to be attracted by something and had sailed to an unknown area." Wendy said with some shame.
"Unknown area? You bastard, who told you to sleep, and now you tell me when something goes wrong? Come on, hurry up and call me the first mate."
"Yes! Captain!"
Seeing Jack D. Sparrow's dark gray to almost black pupils swirling, Wendy knew it was because of her dereliction of duty. In order not to anger her captain, she immediately rolled and crawled towards the first mate. Room.
Damn it, I shouldn’t have taken them to the red light district of Port Otters yesterday. These bastards would die sooner or later at the hands of those prostitutes.
I don’t know what the difference is between the ghosts in the desert and those in the sea, and what exactly does it want to do to attract the ghost ship?
Jack took out his pocket watch and clicked it open. The time showed exactly six twenty-five in the morning.
Florence is in the southern continent, and the time difference is about a quarter of an hour. It is winter now, and there is still a little time before the sun rises. I hope there will be no big trouble. May the God of Poseidon bless you...
