"Let him come in, I'll wait for him in the study."

"Okay miss."

Watching Nia turn and leave, Lilith walked towards the study on the second floor. Her steps were frivolous and elegant. For her, this was a manner that she must always pay attention to, because it was in line with the aristocratic temperament.

It is still raining lightly outside. The heavy haze over the city after a week of continuous rain has dissipated a lot, and there is a moist feeling in the air, which is very rare in Hutton Mar.

"Mr. Karl, my lady, please come in!"

"It's time to work."

Karl, who was wearing a black coat, a half-high silk hat and a black cane, followed Lilith's personal maid into the villa. After passing through a large garden, they came to the magnificent hall.

Entering the hall, the heat from the fireplace immediately surrounded him and warmed his whole body. Compared to the rainy and cold weather outside, it felt more like the warmth of spring in March here.

Karl took off his slightly damp black woolen coat and his silk top hat. When he entered the door, he noticed the rich breakfast on the table, but there was no one at the table.

"Well, may I ask, where is Miss Lilith?"

"That's right, Mr. Karl, Miss is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."

Nia said softly while taking over Karl's black coat, half-high silk top hat, cane and other things.

"Okay, thank you."

Karl nodded lightly, and then, accompanied and guided by other maids, he walked up to the second floor and gently knocked on the door in the far left corner.

"Miss, Mr. Carl is here."

The door opened with a creak, and as soon as young Karl raised his head, he met Lilith's ruby-like pupils.

This was a pair of extremely smart and pure eyes. After looking at them for a long time, they even surpassed the primary charm of a priestly witch. This was Karl's first reaction.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on him. As Karl has lived in the church since he was a child, in addition to studying mass and preaching, he rarely saw women before the age of 16, let alone a beautiful and elegant noble lady like Lilith.

"Good morning, Mr. Karl." Her tone was light and soft, which sounded very touching.

"Good morning, Miss Lilith, you are still as beautiful as before."

"Thank you for your compliment." Lilith stood up from the sofa and gently lifted her skirt in return.

"First of all, please forgive me for my sudden visit. I know this is not very gentlemanly, but there is indeed something very important. Archbishop John asked me to pass this on to you."

After Karl finished speaking, he didn't wait for Lilith to ask what the question was. He directly put his hand into the inner pocket of his vest, took out an envelope with a hot gold pattern and handed it to Lilith.

He looked at the envelope with slight confusion. There was a text written in Gurun on it, "Notice of Admission to St. Honavitch University."

"Admission notice from St. Honavitch's University! So I can become a priest?"

Lilith's eyes suddenly widened. She couldn't believe it for a moment. Didn't she expect that her previous application for admission was approved?

"Yes, your application was personally evaluated and approved by Archbishop John. Originally, the Archbishop was planning to deliver it in person and visit His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. However, there seems to be something going on in Faslanca recently. The night watchman there has issued a warning.

A secret report has come, so I can only do it for you. This is the admission notice, and there is only one week left for admission. After entering the school, you can touch the supernatural and become a priest at any time. Of course, you must also be aware of the rules of the church.

"

After Lilith listened quietly, her joy at being able to become a priest was immediately extinguished by cold water. She breathed lightly and said:

"Karl, you know that I have wanted to become a priest since I was a child, but I also don't want to lose my freedom."

Karl chuckled and shook his head.

"How can anyone become a priest without paying the price? In comparison, the Honavitch Church is much more relaxed about teachers. It is not as bad as you think."

"But you guard the tomb like a piece of wood every day. I don't want to guard the tomb, and I don't want to turn into a piece of wood."

Lilith puffed up her pink cheeks subconsciously, and then she realized that she had said offensive words, and immediately looked at Karl in panic.

"That's not what I meant...um...I mean, is there no other way?"

Karl fell into silence. After about thirty seconds, he looked back at Lilith and said thoughtfully: "No."

"You know, if humans want to become true priests, they can only rely on blasphemy cards. And blasphemy cards require the same extraordinary materials as mixing potions. Most of the abundant materials are stored in schools directly under different churches. There are indeed some in the church.

The drawn blasphemy cards are not necessarily the extraordinary path you want. Of course, this is not in line with the rules of the church. Those cards will only be given to night watchmen who have promotion or meritorious deeds."

.........

Florence, Scandinavian white desert.

In the boundless white desert, the Black Pearl is heading southeast. Unlike the deep sea, which is full of thunderstorms and huge waves, the white desert is even more mysterious and crazy. The local indigenous people call the desert the white god of death.

"Wendy, keep an eye on it for me and report it immediately when you get to your destination."

Jack D. Sparrow shouted to an unusually fat middle-aged man with curly hair who was wearing a boatswain's robe and a lightning bandage, and then immediately returned to the cabin with the telegram.

Along the way, he passed by the entire work machine room. There was no one there, but he could vaguely hear the roar of steam operation.

Walking to the end, the door to the captain's cabin in the middle opened, and a soft and thick gray carpet appeared in front of Jack's eyes. On both sides were mahogany wine cabinets and ladder weapons racks, steam rifles and bottles of scarlet wine under the candlelight.

Under the light, it sparkles with a fascinating luster.

In the center of the cabin, there is a long wooden table covered with a yellowed sea chart. There are ink bottles with quills inserted, books with ancient covers, a brass steam sextant and other things.

Jack walked to the desk and laid the telegram on the chart, with a few scattered words written on it.

"Faslanca, suspected to be secretive, suspected to be coming..."

Faslanka in the Kingdom’s third trade area?

That place is a metropolis, with an average population of about five million, etc... Could it be that there are high-level beings preparing to descend on that area?

It's not impossible if you think about it carefully. A large city with a large population can provide enough flesh and blood and sacrifices for Advent. I don't know how the church will do it.

Hey, every time this happens, I have to sigh, this is really a crazy and twisted world. In addition to identifying all kinds of horrific pollution, we also have to guard against the arrival of unknown secrets.

I'm really glad I once made the choice to leave the metropolis and sail on the sea. Although this requires fighting against all kinds of extraordinary species and unknown secrets, it is still better than being a sacrifice and being the same lamb to be slaughtered on a sticky board.

However, even the soul will be enslaved.

"Bah..."

As Jack's thoughts were spinning, an extremely harsh metal friction sound suddenly came from the window, like sharp nails scratching the glass.

"Damn, I was worried about others just now, but I met him first."

He quickly took out a silver-white revolver engraved with lightning patterns from the drawer, and walked towards the round porthole with a frown.

Through the porthole glass, I found that the white desert outside the ship had changed vaguely, and the creamy sand was actually squirming like waves, swirling.

Looking around, Jack's brows furrowed even more tightly. His more than ten years of sailing experience told him that there must be something wrong. This kind of problem would not occur in a normal desert.

"Captain, Captain."

At this time, Wendy ran in from the door in a panic with her fat belly and shouted:

"Captain, the Black Pearl seems to have deviated from its course."

"What?" Jack was stunned after hearing what Wendy said, and said with a surprised expression: "Isn't it a ghost ship? How could it deviate from the channel?"

"Sorry Captain, I just fell asleep for some reason. When I woke up, the Black Pearl seemed to be attracted by something and had sailed to an unknown area." Wendy said with some shame.

"Unknown area? You bastard, who told you to sleep, and now you tell me when there is a problem? Come on, hurry up and call me the first mate."

"Yes! Captain!"

Seeing Jack D. Sparrow's dark gray to almost black pupils swirling, Wendy knew it was because of her dereliction of duty. In order not to anger her captain, she immediately rolled and crawled towards the first mate's place.

Room.

Damn it, I shouldn't have taken them to the red light district of Port Otes yesterday. These bastards would die sooner or later at the hands of those prostitutes.

I don’t know what the difference is between the ghosts in the desert and those in the sea, and what exactly they want to do to attract the ghost ship?

Jack took out his pocket watch and clicked it open. The time showed exactly six twenty-five in the morning.
Chapter completed!