Because of the unique ring sorcerer heritage of the Spiritual Order, the eyes of the nuns who are qualified to wear the silver crown eye masks can capture the spirituality that is invisible to the naked eye. Therefore, even the church and the academy cannot capture the narrow one-way passage entrances that have appeared in Midhill Castle, but the Spiritual Order can capture them.
This is why they once saved people who strayed into it, but the church was unable to rescue the Augustan priests immediately.
The cult will need some time to find a usable entrance in the city, secure it, and allow single persons to enter.
What Shad needs to do is to provide 3,000 pounds for the ritual materials and let the spiritual group perform the ritual, using a method similar to "spiritual communication" to allow Shad to enter the ambiguous area between life and death.
With the priest's personal belongings in hand, Shad was able to find Priest Augustus inside the strange area, and then the Order was able to pull both of them out.
In this method, 3,000 pounds is not a problem at all. The other four members of the team can pool their money together and ask him to reimburse them after rescuing the priest. The nun asked Shad to send the money within a week, so there is no rush. The priest's personal belongings are not difficult to find. The holy emblem pendant that Shad picked up can be used. The only risk is that Shad needs to enter the dangerous area, and only he can enter. Strangers cannot rely on the ritual to find the Augustus priest.
Although Xia De had promised the other three members of the group not to enter there easily a few hours ago, he was unwilling to back down now that he had obtained the method.
Sister Defulin introduced the entire rescue process to Shade in detail, and explained the possible dangers of doing so. If Shade was not careful, he would get lost in that area and have to wait for others to rescue him.
"Mr. John Watson, I cannot estimate the risks of doing this. You must think carefully before making a decision."
"Don't worry about it, Sister Defulin, please prepare the ceremony, I will go and raise the money later."
Shade shook his head. Priest Augustus was one of his few friends in this world, and he was also a good man who was worth saving. He still had a drop of divinity in his soul that he hadn't used yet. When the time came, he would use his divinity to become a god and turn everything around.
The nun was silent for a moment:
"Mr. Watson, there are very few people like you nowadays."
"Don't praise me, maybe I will regret it in the future, but at least I want to do it now."
Xia De sighed, thinking that when he rescued the priest and asked him to treat him to a meal, he might choose a higher-quality restaurant:
"Sister Defulin, speaking of which, is the local church planning something big? My friend Father Augustus himself doesn't even know why he's here on a business trip."
He thought about this again, and the half of the nun's face under the blindfold showed a peaceful smile again:
"The local church has been busy with other things since last winter. They want to hold a large-scale divine ceremony locally. Your friend, the old priest, was probably summoned here for this reason."
"A large ceremony?"
Xia De nodded. He had not heard of this news. Even the priest himself did not know why he was on a business trip here. Although priests were considered "ordinary people" by the church, these elderly and devout clergy could also play a significant role in the divine rituals through prayer. Therefore, the "large-scale divine ritual" statement was very credible:
"As far as I know, the Church of the Five Gods has transferred no less than 100 clergy from various dioceses in the Old Continent to this local area. If they only need so many ordinary senior clergy, I can hardly imagine what they are going to do."
Ms. Michelle shook her head slightly. The spiritual order is also investigating the matter.
After getting the information he wanted, Xia Deben wanted to say goodbye and leave. Tomorrow morning, the spiritual practice group will pass the information about the narrow gap between life and death to the Blind House, and finding the entrance to the border and holding the ceremony will probably take one or two days.
But Sister Defulin asked Shade to stay a little longer because she had something else to do:
"I heard from Sister Michelle that you have extremely pure moonlight on you. So, can I use my eyes to check the light on you?"
The tone she used when she made the request was exactly the same as when she spoke to Shade, and there was no emotion in it at all.
"sure."
Since the other party had helped so much, he naturally would not refuse such a trivial request.
So Shad sat upright on the sofa and looked at the nun with gray hair.
The latter lowered her head and carefully took off the silver crown. When she raised her head again, there was no metal eye mask covering her eyes, and Shade could really see her face clearly. She was indeed very beautiful, and unlike the witches' beauty that transcended ordinary humans, the nun had a strange pale beauty.
"Excuse me."
She whispered, then opened her eyes.
Xia De looked over inquiringly, and saw a pair of lifeless black eyes. Looking closely, the eyeballs were cloudy, and the black eyes seemed to have faded, and it was difficult to distinguish the boundary between the eyeball and the white of the eye. This should be some special genetic disease, which is somewhat similar to cataracts.
In other words, Sister Defulin is actually a truly blind person.
Xia De thought to himself, and then realized that it was impolite to stare at someone. When he looked away, he wondered what the other person was using to see since he was really blind.
"It is indeed beautiful."
While Shad was daydreaming, the nun with gray hair suddenly said:
"Such a brilliant silver moon light, peaceful, serene and pure, it reminds me of watching the silver moon in the mountains and forests on the quietest night."
She closed her eyes and put on her blindfold again. She did not continue to comment on the light on Shade, but asked a somewhat abrupt question:
"Mr. John Watson, do you know the ancient gods?"
"Of course I know."
Xia De raised his eyebrows, not understanding why the other party suddenly brought up this topic:
"As far as I know, the Ancient Gods are the first and oldest thirteen gods in this world."
"Yes, the ancient gods are different from all the gods today. They do not symbolize a single or opposing thing. Each ancient god corresponds to a considerable amount of power."
"I know this too. 'The Lady' of Tobesk once mentioned that the dark old god has the power of darkness, error, and history."
"Because of what happened some time ago, the Seventh Witch of Tobesk should know this... Then do you know the meaning of the moon?"
The nun asked again, and Shade nodded again:
"It's simple, the moon, the night, the recorder."
The nun had already put on her blindfold and continued speaking in that calm tone:
“And death.”
"die?"
Xia De could never have imagined this.
"To be precise, it means 'guiding death'. The powers of the ancient gods sometimes overlap subtly. Night has been inseparable from the concept of death since ancient times. In contrast to the sun, which symbolizes light, heat, and the living, the moon corresponds to darkness, coldness, and the dead. Mainstream mysticism believes that the red moon represents flesh and blood and reproduction, the yellow moon is the moon itself and guides the direction, and the silver moon is sacred and purified. But in fact, the oldest moon, the silver moon..."
Shad glanced at Sister Develine.
“It is also regarded by people as a sign that guides death at night, which is the dark moon in divination theory.”
"But among the ancient gods, there are gods of death."
Shade said that he knew the Rhodes card, Origin and Death.
"Yes, the ancient god of death, the original god of death. He represents the purest death, end and nothingness, there is no doubt about that."
In the morning, Mr. Edmund of Coldwater Harbor also mentioned the ancient god of death.
The nun spoke softly, and Shad looked at her hesitantly, suspecting that the Spiritual Church might be a group of extraordinary people who had believed in the ancient god of death or the Silver Moon Sage since ancient times, just like the Prophet Association that had believed in Mr. Huan since ancient times.
But before he could decide whether to ask the other party, his chest suddenly felt hot.
"Um?"
It was the badge that could determine the witch's power that was heating up, and judging from the degree of heating, it wasn't a woman with witch power nearby, but a great witch.
Although he was surprised, Shad's expression remained normal. While feeling the heat changes of the badge on his chest, he continued to talk to Sister Defulin about the local legends and stories of Midhill Castle.
The heat in his chest became more and more obvious, but he never came close. Ten minutes after Shade noticed the appearance of the witch, there was a knock on the door. The club maid opened the door after getting permission:
"Ms. Defulin, my mother-in-law is here and is waiting for you in her room."
"I see."
The nun stood up and nodded slightly to Shade:
"Mr. Watson, I have some things to do."
"It's okay. I have to do my own things next. You go first. I'll leave after I finish this cup of tea."
He picked up the teacup in front of him, actually because he was worried about meeting the great witch Grandma Cassandra on the stairs.
"Okay, you can go to the Blind House to pick up the information after nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
With that, the nun left the room.
After the door closed and the footsteps faded away, Xia De stood up with the teacup in his hand, walked to the window of this relatively plainly decorated room and looked out.
The mountains undulated in the distance, and the fog that appeared from the middle of the mountain went all the way down until it covered the villages at the foot of the mountain. This mountain scene could not be seen in Tobesk and Coldwater Harbor. Midhill Castle itself was also shrouded in the gray fog released by the steam plant. The two kinds of fog met at the foot of the mountain, but did not completely merge together.
It was Friday afternoon, two days had passed since the accident of Father Augustus. Shade sincerely hoped that by this time next week, the priest would have returned safely.