In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

Half an hour later, Mr. Lin looked at the twelve silver flakes carved by Klauer with an ugly expression on his face. He frowned and repeatedly picked at the dozen silver flakes left and right.

Finally, he picked out one piece with great difficulty, handed it to Crowl, pinched his nose and said:

"Klauer, you are really a talent. Even if you engrave it like this, the key point is that these twelve pieces of silver are engraved exactly the same. I suspect you are a mobile printer."

At the instruction of Mr. Lin, Crowl held an iron cane and began to recite the incantation loudly to summon the power of the Scarlet Moon Goddess. After reciting the incantation, he immediately lit the silver flakes and threw them into the cauldron. After the silver flakes were split into two, Crowl I dropped the essential oils of moon flower and ghost flower into the golden candle to exit the magic ritual. Finally, I waved my cane to break the closed space. The process was standardized and smooth.

"Mr. Lin, I seem to have succeeded." Claure held up two silver curse emblems with an excited look on his face.

"really?"

"Ahem, you actually... succeeded in making it?"

An incredible exclamation came from the door of the materials laboratory.

Mr. Lin immediately stuck out his head:

"You stand still and throw a piece of sound transmission spell emblem in your hand over. Mr. Lin waved to Kraul and told him to send one of the sound transmission spell emblems in the air, but he did not move towards the material room. Taking a step forward, he looked cautious, very cautious and like a thief.

After finally confirming that the sound transmission spell emblem made by Kraul was working, Mr. Lin returned to the material room and looked at Kraul for three minutes as if there were flies on him.

"Mr. Lin, is there something on my face?" Claure touched his face and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ahem, Klauer, I have never seen anyone successfully make a sound transmission spell emblem in one go without going through a trial."

"No extraordinary person has ever been able to make it successfully in one go. The night cutter genius three years ago also needed to try three times. Even Xiaoyi needed to try twice."

"Kraul, you can borrow power from the Scarlet Moon Goddess by just drawing a badge pattern that no one knows. This is really incredible."

"The key point is that the goddess of the crimson moon, who has always been strict, actually... didn't even impose divine punishment."

"Incredible, really incredible..." Mr. Lin lost his composure.

Claure was immediately unhappy when he heard this:

"Mr. Lin, what does it mean to issue a divine punishment? Why didn't I listen to your warning in advance? Isn't it a very safe thing to borrow the power of the ten righteous gods to create a curse emblem?"

Claure looked at Mr. Lin with ignorant eyes.

Mr. Lin was stunned:

"Divine Punishment? Did I mention it?"

Lin Lao, who realized that he had made a mistake, coughed dryly and said evasively:

"Ahem, divine punishment, divine punishment..."

"Anyway, it was a small episode in praying to the Lord God for strength. It was just a small accident anyway, not life-threatening. Kraul, it's not that this divine punishment didn't happen. Whether I said it or not is irrelevant, isn't it?" Mr. Lin looked at Klauer with a smile on his face.

"Only a ghost can believe it." Claure nodded in agreement, but he wanted to curse in his heart.

"Mr. Lin, you mentioned Xiaoyi just now. It sounds like she is very talented, only slightly worse than me. Xiaoyi is the night judge again? Why haven't I heard you talk about it?" Thinking that there is another night judge who is only Claure asked curiously about Xiaoyi, who was worse than him.

After hearing this, Mr. Lin's whole body felt like an electric shock. He glared at Klauer with an ugly face and said:

"Claude, how do you know Xiaoyi? Who did you find out about it from? Ian?"

Claure looked surprised:

"Mr. Lin, what did I hear from you just now? You just said that Xiaoyi is only worse than me. She successfully made the sound transmission spell emblem in two attempts. She is as talented as me."

"I made up the last sentence to prevent me from being proud." Claure was secretly proud.

When Mr. Lin heard Klauer mention Xiaoyi, he was like a sculpture. He was silent for a long time. He seemed to have aged a lot. After five minutes, he sighed:

"I originally thought that the word Xiaoyi would not be mentioned to anyone, but I still blurted it out inadvertently. There are some things that the more you want to forget, the more you cannot forget them." After Mr. Lin finished speaking, he trembled slightly. He took out a photo from his pocket that was protected by double-layer glass and was so polished that it couldn't hold a single particle of dust.

Elder Lin handed the photo to Klauer and said:

"Xiaoyi is my daughter. She was a Swordsman of the Fourth Class. However, she unfortunately died during a campaign against a special cult three years ago, just one day before her 4rd birthday."

Claure carefully took the photo, and what came into view was a woman in a red dress. The woman was heroic. She was holding a small flying sword in both hands, with an expression of love that she couldn't put it down. She looked forward with a smile on her face. A warm, innocent and carefree smile, this smile is like pure lake water, which can cleanse away people's pain and haze.

Claure looked at it for a moment, carefully handed the photo back to Mr. Lin, and said with guilt:

"I didn't know Xiaoyi was your daughter. I'm very sorry, Mr. Lin."

"Please forgive me for being unintentional. Xiaoyi's smile is really unforgettable after just one look."

Mr. Lin waved his hand and said:

"Kraul, you don't have to worry too much. After so many years, my sadness has been almost washed away by time. Time is really the best medicine to heal wounds."

"Now, I am happy to talk to you about her. In the past three years, no one has talked to me about this topic, and Ian has not talked to me either. It is not a good feeling to hold it in my heart."

Claure said solemnly:

"Mr. Lin, I'm all ears."

"Xiaoyi is quite similar to you in some places. For example, she is good at making spell emblems. For example, she has a cheerful personality, is curious about everything, and is motivated. At the same time, she is also a little stupid and reckless."

After hearing this, Claure frowned and complained secretly: "Mr. Lin, are you praising me or hurting me?"

Mr. Lin continued:

"Not long after she became Shishi 4, the night before the incident, she asked me to teach her how to make and use high-level talismans. However, I refused because it was too late and we would discuss it the next day."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I could have taught her how to make advanced talismans that night and increased her ability to protect herself, the misfortune would not have happened..."

After Mr. Lin finished speaking, he sighed, looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, and then walked towards the reference room.

"Mr. Lin, are you worried that I won't be able to protect myself during the next witch hunt? Are you in a hurry to teach me how to make the sound transmission emblem and activate the enchantment?"

Claure looked at Mr. Lin's leaving figure, blankly in a daze...

Throughout the morning, Claure excused himself to continue refining the curse emblem and stayed in the materials laboratory, not bothering Mr. Lin who was in a bad mood.

At noon, other members of the Night Tribulation ordered fast food worth about 10 pence one after another, but Claure ran to the collective canteen in the basement of the Southwell Police Station and had an 8-pence meal.

After resting in the lounge for more than an hour, the time quickly came to two o'clock in the afternoon.

After Kraul returned to the data room, he was told by Mr. Lin that Ian had been to the data room and informed him to go to the internal weapons warehouse.