Lunar phase

The slight sunshine of the cloudy day fell into the room, and Miklesh got up, and pulled the curtains to the end. The blurred sunlight shone on various pharmaceutical containers, filling the empty prison with old and dull grayscale colors.

He opened the window, and the loud cries were as blurred as the sunlight, like the memory of a dream in the morning.He remembered that an orphanage was set up on the next floor, and the door panels opened and closed hoarsely, which doubled the distress and irritability, which confused his judgment for a while. Orphans are obviously the most wasteful resources in Yanam City. It can't be called a favorite, so he picked up a few flasks and waved them out of the window.

"Just know how to cry!" he roared, his voice hoarse, like the sequelae of the crying he refuted.

Before the flask flew out of the window, six familiar sticky sticks shot out from behind him, picked up the flask against his shoulder, and put it back on the table one by one.

"Still acting wild?" Edgar recalled the miracle of the universe with a smile, "Be honest, maybe you can suffer less flesh and blood."

Miklesh picked up the stoppered test tube and aimed at the other's glasses—he knew that these were Edgar's new pair, and they were more expensive than the previous ones.

"Don't worry, let me tell you the bad news first," Edgar kept his smile, "Rom refused to summon the ancient gods. It seems that your life is not as important as her pride. What a pity."

Mikkelish threw the test tube, and it was hard to tell whether it was just the inertia of his irritating nature or a rare angry response, Edgar stepped sideways.The test tube hit the opposite wall and shattered into several pieces.

"Aren't you angry?" Edgar asked, all he got was a sticky sneer made by his nasal voice, "Rom doesn't want you anymore."

"Dreams... can transcend life and death," Miklesh tilted his head tremblingly, and he would occasionally make similar movements when he wore the Mensis cage after many years, "and...you don't know anything about it Know."

"Knowing nothing", this is very Roma's accent.Edgar turned around and closed the door, walked slowly towards the other party, and asked, "What is in the dream? Money, power, her favor?"

The distant cry came again, and Miko Laishu put away his smile weakly, and leaned against the dusty curtain, this time he was about to jump out again, but there was no secret magic weapon to help him land.The details of his life with Roma raced through his mind like a windstorm, every gap, every tiny quarrel, what was and wasn't there.He turned his face and looked out of the window, the orphanage showed a strange color in the sunlight.

"Oops, bad news to come," Edgar said, crossing the pharmacy table, "the Church's advance party has discovered new Old Gods in Izzy. Lawrence doesn't need you anymore, for now."

"Oh... you are here to kill me," Mikle Rashi replied with a wandering look in his eyes.

"You are so hungry, the account books are not fair, and the new ancient god has responded to our call, she is about to," Edgar pulled out the holy sword and danced the sword flower, pointing in the direction of the orphanage, "living there .Hey, now you know something you shouldn't know."

"Don't lie to me like an outsider," Miko Raisu waved his hand, "What do you want?"

The belief in the ancient gods is constantly changing with the influx of foreigners, just look at the strange sculptures in the city of Yanam.Some of them are statues of ancient gods who were once believed in but died for various reasons.New ancient gods don't mean anything, the ability to continuously search for ancient gods is the key.The cost of summoning is actually less than that of exploration. Byrgenworth has an accumulation of runes, so Miklesh made it clear in his earliest sociological investigations.As for the land of Izzy, Belkinworth was unable to go further in his search for the ancient tomb.If there are ancient gods among them, it is reasonable to be acquired by the church or even outsiders.

"This ancient god has a long history with us," Edgar didn't answer directly, "Do you remember the cosmic miracles we often use?"

This question brought Miklesh back from the melancholy and bewilderment that most arcane hunters have a cosmic miracle, and it did come from somewhere in the first place, but no one cared where.As long as you can buy it and use it well, any weapon deserves a proper amount of mystery.

"Ah, and your Holy Fog is also of the same origin," Miklesh replied absently, "but I remember... before Izzy was discovered, Lawrence and William had made an appointment not to go to the tomb, right? ?”

"They agreed on the tomb of Sumeru," Edgar raised his left hand, closed the window, and inserted the tiny latch. "You remember wrongly."

Miklesh frowned. The smell of foreign perfume from Edgar disturbed him. Normally, the church broker seldom ostentatious, and always emptied the pockets of Cain nobles with pompous things, but today he I used it on myself.Although this way of celebrating fits the church's drifting style, it has a disturbing deviation. You know, no blood can have such a fragrance.

"The advance team discovered her very early, and the timing is always against us. Now Lawrence needs the ancient gods, and you don't want to cooperate, so it's time to disclose this discovery, which is enough for our advance team to achieve something," Edgar raised his sword and lifted Miklesh's scarf, "It is still affiliated with the church, but it has become a new institution independently, with more freedom... Not everyone in the church listens to Amelia, even if Those who choose to follow Lawrence..."

With his remaining rationality, Miklesh clarified the subtle power entanglements, and these things he had never considered opened up a whole new world.Later, it was much easier for him to deal with the educational affairs of Mancis, after all, the minds of those poor people were simpler.And the cold sword edge reminded him that the danger that was close at hand had not yet been resolved.After the scarf landed, it was his coat.Mikou Laixu grasped the edge of the sword, and the sharp blade cut through the palm of his hand.

"You bastard, stop humiliating me," he said. "What do you want?"

"You stay in the church and help us uncover the secrets of this ancient god, and even the next one, many more," Edgar's request seems to have never changed, "We won't let you contact William like Ludwig did. ties, but you still need to be here as a Bylkingworth Scholar."

"Let me create a dream for you, in which you might marry Amelia—"

"I'm sorry for this sudden backbone," Edgar pointed forward slowly, "You don't have half of the offerings at hand, how can you meet Rom in the dream? Haven't you ever wondered why Ludwig came to find him?" You instead of her? You have the talent for paradox, and you know nothing about the human heart."

Miklesh let go and scratched his face frantically, the blood from the wound painted him into a trapped animal.Edgar took the rag from the table, wiped off the blood on the sword, and watched with cold eyes that Micklesh swept all the glassware on the table to the ground, and stomped the broken ones even more.The details of their transaction were formulated after both parties calmed down: Miko Raish needs to appear in the church six days a week to study the ancient gods and teach alchemy to the blood saint.The church even got his horrific sociological works out of the principal's office in Byrgenworth, destroyed some, and kept some—if those data and conclusions were seen by foreigners, it would be great!Correspondingly, the church paid him personally almost an institution's remuneration, and the money became part of the funds for the establishment of the Mansis School in the future.

Miklesh had had enough trouble, and sat down in the pile of debris, his chest filled with anger and confusion. Edgar also wiped the holy sword clean and retracted the scabbard.

"Clean up yourself," Edgar buttoned up his white church hood, "It's time for Roma to pick you up, and I'll go meet her."

The news of jumping off a building broke the last of Miklesh's sanity. He fell back and passed out. He looked a lot like Maggie in the baby carriage-if Maggie could be seen, it would look like that of.