"Extraordinary ability, you are a priest..."
"Well, that's right."
Weinerson replied lightly, "My path is called Psychiatrist, which is considered a relatively useless one among the sequence paths."
As he spoke, he flexed his fingers slightly, and immediately the books and other things on the table began to tremble slightly, as if they would float in mid-air in the next second.
"Control, high sequence?"
As his eyes flickered, the lean monster covered in bandages suddenly squatted down and slammed his right elbow against the wooden table. While books, sketches and other things fell to the ground in an uproar, his body suddenly twisted 180 degrees and pushed open the wooden window behind him. Jumped down from the second floor.
The bandage monster's movements are so agile, it is like a mummy with dislocated bones, with vigorous movements and powerful strength.
This left Weinerson with no time to react, no time to think, and fundamentally unable to make an effective response.
"It's too scary. With such a weird opponent, if it were a head-to-head fight, I would have almost no chance of winning."
Weinerson looked at the wooden window that was still shaking slightly. The crimson moonlight rushed in from the outside like a fight. He let out a relaxed breath. At this moment, the quill also lost its power. It quickly fell without weight and fell with a snap. On the ground.
He shook his head silently and thought mockingly:
You may not believe it, but I am indeed the spiritual master of the initial sequence.
And I can't control two things at the same time. I just used it to deceive you.
After escaping a bullet and seeing the figure of the bandage monster leaping down, Weinerson relaxed his whole body and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs waving one after another in the air.
Next, he only needed to wait patiently for the night watchmen ambushing downstairs to launch an attack, wait for the battle between the two sides to end, and wait for Joseph Paxton to declare victory, that's all.
About three minutes later, a faint and clear cracking sound suddenly sounded outside the window. The sound was crisp and crisp, accompanied by a strange spasm of fascial distortion. It seemed a bit like the sound made when bones are broken. As the sound suddenly When the silence ended, the deepest silence returned to the night.
"Is this the sound of battle?"
Weinerson immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the window. He put his hands on the window sill and stretched his head to look down, but he didn't see anyone. The whole Mink Street seemed to have fallen into silence and darkness.
Is there anyone down there?
Looking at the deserted street downstairs, Weinerson murmured in confusion, and some bad thoughts emerged in his mind.
Just when he was uneasy and hesitating whether to go out to investigate, his eyes suddenly blurred. Silently, he saw Joseph Paxton standing opposite, wearing a black windbreaker, a half-top hat, and holding a gold cane. .
Behind him stood a man in a black robe and a hood. This man's face was completely hidden in the dark hood and could not be seen clearly.
"It's solved, you can come over, don't worry about waking up your family, it's just your subconscious mind wandering, just jump out of the window."
"Jump...jump down?"
"That's right!"
Phew... Weinerson let out a breath, thought for a moment, bowed his waist, bent and tightened his legs, and then jumped up to the window with a strong kick.
The night wind blew. Weinerson, who was standing on the window sill, glanced at the darkness downstairs, pursed his lips, closed his eyes immediately, and jumped down with Joseph and the hooded man in front of him.
After feeling a strange gliding and floating sensation in his body, he stepped firmly on the ground with the soles of his feet and stood firmly in the middle of Mink Street. The crimson moonlight like a gauze was illusoryly scattered on the three of them.
"He is a Sequence 3 priest." Joseph said calmly as he looked at the two red moons in the sky, one large and one small.
Sequence 3 priesthood? I'm just starting the sequence, and he's 2 levels older than me?
Weinerson couldn't help but feel scared. He had just acted in front of a Sequence 3 priest. This was something that many people would never dare to dream about.
"The solution...is it solved?"
Joseph nodded slightly and said:
"An ancient organization called 'Madhouse No. 8'. They were established in Zambia at the end of the Third Age and the beginning of the Fourth Age. They believe in various secret gods. The gathering you attended before was planned by people from this organization. Prayers Obtained the attention of the hidden existence, but because you were still alive, the original sacrifice of flesh and blood was reduced, destroying the sacrifice process, so they had to send people over to eradicate you as a heretic."
Send a Sequence 3 cleric to eradicate civilian heretics? Is this gesture too big?
Fortunately, I had touched the extraordinary in the mysterious royal court before and became a priest. Otherwise, just by looking at him just now, I would have been ignited by the inflated emotions and burned to death by the fire of the soul.
Before Weinerson could ask questions, he paused and said:
"We will report it to the church based on the clues we obtained, and the higher ups will thoroughly investigate this incident. Well, the results may not come soon. Ancient secret organizations that can survive an era and continue to be active in the public eye, these There is a big shot behind this guy, and unlike those rats in the sewers, in addition to hiding smartly, they also have a certain amount of counterattack power, at least a demigod or above."
"They actually have demigod-level power. Isn't this too dangerous..." Weinerson asked worriedly.
Joseph smiled and shook his head, as if answering a trivial matter:
"In the continent of Phaedras, the Sleeping and Crimson Gods have absolute authority. It is only a matter of time before the moths are eradicated. There is no need to worry about this."
"Also, being able to successfully capture their minions tonight is a credit to you. Since you have not officially joined the Night Watch, I will record the merit points for you first. After you officially become a teammate, We will distribute the prize money to you, which is approximately £300."
300 pounds? Weinerson's eyes suddenly lit up, and then crazy joy filled his heart. Even his breathing began to become heavier, even reaching the point where it was uncontrollable.
"300 pounds is the total bonus, of which 20% personal income tax needs to be deducted, and then the night watchmen work as a team, and each person will also take a part, but because the enemy was injured when he came down from upstairs, we don't have much Investment, so all in all, your final gold pound gain is probably between 120 and 140 pounds.”
tax? Did I hear it correctly? There is such a product as tax in this world? What about the astonishing 20% income tax?
Weinerson's uncontrollable joy suddenly dropped. From the memory fragments, he found the bastard who customized the personal income tax, William Pitt!
As the former Prime Minister of Ghent, he is an old conservative and believes that everyone in the Kingdom of Ghent needs to report personal income tax, which will better build the national economy and develop steam industrial civilization.
This bastard, he made all my money fly away, my dear little money.
At this time, Joseph suppressed his smile. He looked at Weinerson, his expression became solemn and serious:
"Judging from the emergencies that happened today, you need to touch the extraordinary and become a priest as soon as possible, so that you can at least have the power to protect yourself. In this way, before you step on the extraordinary steam train and enter the gate of St. Honavitch University, I We will arrange for people to keep an eye on this place, do you have any opinions?"
"Thank you for your help, Officer Joseph, I have no problem with it." Weinerson said bluntly.
"Well, it only takes about 3 days, maybe sooner."
Joseph turned his body slightly, covered with scattered crimson, and shifted his gaze from Weinerson to the darkness at the far end of Mink Street, and said slowly:
"Just to remind you, the first lesson when you go to St. Honavitch University is to choose the blasphemous cards that suit you. Each blasphemous card contains incredible extraordinary power. It is this power that allows us to start from Ordinary people are promoted to clergy."
"Generally speaking, the professor in the school will take out three blasphemy cards with different sequence paths. One is the piper with the 17th path of the priesthood sequence, the other is the spiritual teacher with the 9th path of the priesthood sequence, and the last one is the 12th path of the priesthood sequence. You can choose the first and third dream thief at will. As for the spiritual master of sequence path 9, it is best not to use it, because it is a relatively failed path to the priesthood!"
Failed path to priesthood? ?
Weinerson smiled awkwardly after hearing this. He didn't know how to answer this question, because now he was standing on the failed path to the priesthood.
