Lunar phase

Miklesh put his hands on the railing, the clean metal shackles gleaming in the morning light.With Edgar at his side, they looked down from the upper floors of the church, and the ritual of the morning prayers remained dewy.The one who presided over the ceremony was Amelia, a little girl with an immature voice, and the numerous hunters and hunters who prayed along with her showed her identity. Miklesh lost focus as he looked past the believers in black and white church attire.

"I only went out to do errands for a few days, and when I came back, the world would be turned upside down," Edgar leaned on the cold stone railing, "I have bought newspapers and book lists from other places. There are too many. I have the opportunity to bring them to you."

"Any interesting news from other places?"

"Some places are peaceful, others are revolutionary."

Miklesh withdrew his gaze. He had read too many such things in history books, and the limitations of human beings seemed ordinary to him.

"If you're not interested, I know... compared to the secrets of the ancient gods, what people do is nothing new," Edgar looked at the holy staff who prayed in the morning, "Human... still has the fun of being human, I A seamstress I met before was looking for a classic dress recently, and paid a lot of money..."

"you like her?"

"How to say?"

"You usually talk about the specific price, do you like her?"

"...I don't really like it."

"Leave Yanan and go to another country?"

"Once in a while, but what's the point of that?"

"With the travel expenses of the church, you have better food and clothing than ordinary foreigners. You can buy any girl you want, so there is no need to go out."

"It's really ruthless," Edgar sneered, "How about your nightmare?"

"Sometimes and no time."

"Ms. Nightmare's plea is embarrassing," Edgar put away his smile, "Do you think she has ever looked for Lawrence?"

"I do not know."

"you guess."

Miklesh didn't speak again, Rom's face flashed in his mind, and he described this tolerant and elegant lady countless times.She was his only solace.

"If you ask me," Edgar flicked the shackles on Miklesh, calling his attention back, "Lawrence has done a lot of blasphemy, and he may not be unwilling to do it."

"Killing the Old Gods doesn't solve anything. I don't remember what the Queen wants, the dream is too long. The past should have faded with time, or we'd have had enough to leave it with the changing times. And it's everywhere now. "

"I do not understand what you say."

"It's not my business to make up my mind."

"Oh, I see. You don't know what to do without Roma," Edgar said.

Miko Raisu sighed.The church temporarily found him in a black suit, and the pain of longing made his white and ugly face distorted and terrifying.He restrained his mind and cast his wandering eyes on Ludwig.

Compared with studying, Miko Laishu spends very little time learning secret techniques. After all, the traces of the universe cannot bring him back to the original source, so there is no need for in-depth research.Ordinary hunter weapons are enough for walking in the city of Yanan to save one's life.Ludwig and that battle reminded him of some simple and basic truths. The reason why a rule becomes a rule is because it is effective enough.

that hunter...

The scene of the battle flashed through Miklesh's mind again.

"What's the matter?" Edgar pulled the handcuffs on Ramiko Reish, interrupting his replay.

"The church hunter," Miklesh raised his chin.

Edgar followed his gaze and asked puzzledly, "Master Ludwig?"

"Give me another chance, but I still can't beat him."

"The topic was changed quickly enough... Ludwig's swordsmanship is considered to be the peak in Yanan. Last year, five Caine nobles who did not know how to live or die challenged him. My ancient god, Ludwig cut them clean in two rounds. armor," Edgar patted Miklesh on the shoulder, "I have known you until now, but I have never seen you touch a sword, why don't you try first, can you hold the holy sword with sheath?"

As Edgar said, he really handed over the holy sword behind his back.

"I have Byrgenworth's way," whispered Micklesh. "It's not yet formed. If Rohm does it, there's a lot to do."

"The prisoner is crazy about Rom." Edgar opened the door of the cell. "Let's have breakfast first, and see if you can wake up."

Edgar pushed Micklesh into the cell and carefully locked the door.The church welcomed the prisoner of Byrgenworth with caution, and did not place him in a cold underground prison.The room was a cell in name, but it was actually a dormitory for the holy staff. It was divided into two by a curtain. One side by the window was a medicine making table, and the other side was a bed.For four hours a day, Miklesh was given medicine under the supervision of the holy staff, and the rest of the time was locked on the side of the bed.

"Did the saint yesterday make you happy?" Edgar turned the key.

"Girls in the church, you've played it all over the place. Don't you know which one is fun?" Miklesh's eyes fell on the plate full of food, "Beef? This is higher than the treatment of prisoners. You want to poison me? "

"Tsk tsk," Edgar took Miklesh's hands and opened the shackles for him, "How to kill you depends on Rom's attitude."

Mikko Raish flicked his wrist, picked up his knife and fork, and started his breakfast.He was treated even better than at school, despite the reminders of his prisoner status that the shackles had given him.The four hours a day are not full of work. After preparing a sufficient dose of medicine, he can rest until the church bell rings when he is unshackled.When making medicine, apart from the guarded hunter or night watchman, there is even an apprentice blood saint.In addition to providing healing blood with their bodies, the blood saints are also willing to learn medical technology.Their aptitude is generally higher than that of ordinary Byrgenworth students, and most of the processes are easy to learn, which makes Miklesh envious.

If Rom had such a good follower, Yharnam would have changed his mind a long time ago.Miklesh once thought so, even though he knew that Rom's ambition was not in his career.

"What?" asked Miklesh.

"Lawrence wants a new Old God."

"new?"

"To treat his lycanthropy, has he summoned you?"

"'Summoned', I bah, I will poison him for tomorrow's sedative."

"Have you seen him?"

"Not yet."

"That's right, all the partners who performed the ceremony with Lawrence participated in part of it separately," Edgar adjusted his glasses, "Only Lawrence knows the complete ceremony process. To be on the safe side, he will follow the Sumerian language For the record, you are the one to watch out for most. Amelia is stupid and has never learned it. Lawrence refused to rewrite it into a modern language in order to keep it secret. You still have a chance."

"What," Miklesh swallowed the meat and cut open the bread, "Amelia will ask me to perform the ceremony for her?"

"Haven't you thought of leading Yanan?" Edgar picked up the other half of the bread and dipped it in milk.

"I don't want to," Miklesh said after eating something, his tone gradually calmed down, "I want Roma, woo hoo."

"Summoning the ancient gods is not something everyone can do," Edgar whispered, "Don't you want to be the bishop of Yharnam? The only bishop, what does little girl Amelia know..."

"In order to ensure that his runes are accurate and readable, and can actually connect with the ancient gods, Karl summoned many ancient gods when transcribing the runes. The ancient gods are easy to come by, and Byrgenworth has summoned the ancient gods long before Karl. God's way. It's just that after Lawrence dropped out of school, those classics were locked by Master William, and only the principal and qualified successors can read them."

The container of milk shook, and Edgar managed to stabilize himself.He let go of the bread and removed the holy sword from his back.Master William certainly knows how to summon the Old God, the headmaster and his worthy successor...

"There's a rumor that I don't know whether to tell it or not," Miklesh put down his knife and fork. The same shock had flowed through him many years ago.

"Ah."

"William wanted to hand over the school to Lawrence in the early years, and showed him most of the research results, so I guess Lawrence's process is not original to the church." Lawrence and I are not the only ones who speak English, so if the ritual procedure falls out, you will have no chance."

"Who else?" Edgar turned around and kicked over the rattan basket in the corner of the room. The empty basket rolled to the corner, hit a bounce, and rolled half a circle before stopping.

"Just kidding, of course it's Rom, why are you angry?"

"Damn it, how could she?"

"It was taught by me," Miklesh scratched his head. "Before I officially started class at school, Roma asked me to practice how to teach. I chose this, and she learned the language by the way."

Edgar sneered a few times, his young face twisted into an angry ball.Knowledge beyond his reach, ancient mysteries beyond the comprehension of his successor bishop, were easily grasped by scholars who disdain fame.How uneven the ancient gods bestowed.

"I'm powerless around her, like a mortal who is at a loss in front of the ancient gods. In front of the chosen one, we can't do anything." Mikko Laxu didn't lift his head, "The bread is softened, let's eat it. "