Returning to the side hall just now, Mark spoke first: "Sir Knight, please stop using honorifics next. My grandfather is the same generation as you. You always use honorifics, which makes me feel awkward."
"Then...okay!" Knight had previously made a deal with Mark, an outsider, on behalf of the goddess of the night. Since the goddess ordered him to treat Mark as a distinguished guest, Knight naturally complied.
The deal arranged by the goddess is over. Now Mark has a request from the Church of the Night. It is somewhat inappropriate to speak in the tone of a distinguished guest.
Mark returned to his seniority, just to build relationships, and Nate was happy and relaxed.
Mark made a personal request. He took out the [Remnant Body of the Valkyrie] card and told Knight about his nightmare.
Knight pondered: "This kind of curse-like dream is very difficult to deal with. The curse is like a messy ball of thread. If the solution is to 'not cause significant harm to your soul', you need to find the thread.
Unravel this ball of thread carefully."
Mark held his chin: "Go deep into the dream world, find the key nodes or items inside, and then destroy the connection between the dream and my soul?"
"Yes! According to you, you cannot bring all extraordinary items, or even [abnormal] existences connected to your soul, into your dreams. This means that this is a terrible spell that directly attacks the origin of the soul, at least an S-level one.
Technique."
"Be specific."
"To a certain extent, it is a kind of luck that you are pulled into the origin nightmare of the blood moon card in your hand. Because its root is in your own hands. If it is worse, it will be pulled into the vicinity of where your soul is at that time.
, in a cursed dream designated by the enemy, that is the situation that needs to be avoided most."
At this point, Knight has determined that Mark has a certain treasure that can shield the breath of fate. Without that thing, Mark would definitely be worse off.
Of course, Knight would not say it out loud. He instead said: "Your Majesty, please recall that the caster has not only seen you, but has also been very close to you. If it is an A-level caster, he must at least stay close to you.
Go to bed for more than five minutes and stare at you."
The first thing Mark thought of was the arrogant and cowardly man in white.
Knight added: "The user of this spell died not long after seeing you. Only by using his own soul as firewood, lighting a signal beacon in the spirit world, and notifying his own team members, can this spell be upgraded to S level."
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So……
Not the man in white!
Mark had to put his suspicion on the two dead reincarnation cultists and the thin cloaked man.
Mark came up with a hypothesis: "What if, I mean what if... I kill the caster who is still hurting me?"
"Although the Lady of the Night will publicly declare her protection for you once she has arrived, this does not mean that the Lady of the Night will definitely launch a divine war for you, especially between orthodox churches." Knight reminded Mark: "On the other hand,
The other party dare not continue to deepen your curse, because it means that it will anger the Lady of the Night."
Mark settled for the next best thing: "So, if I crack the nightmare, will it cause backlash or something?"
Knight's mouth grinned, revealing his white teeth. There was obviously no blood, but his expression was very bloodthirsty: "A curse is essentially an evil way of forcibly changing the fate of the other party. If the other party breaks the dream of doom, then playing with fate
Those who are born with such fate will surely suffer the most ruthless backlash from fate. Hehe! The backlash from the S-class curse will definitely be exciting..."
After listening to the speeches of one of the world's leading experts, Mark felt a little relieved.
"What if I want to ask for help from the Church of the Night?"
"With the permission of Lady Night, we can send an expert on curses to find a way to enter your dream. Please note that every cursed dream in the world is unique, and S-class nightmares are extremely dangerous. We cannot
What I promise you is that I will try my best."
"Okay! I can still hold on, I will give it a try."
Someone has too many shady memories. If an outsider is allowed in, no one can guarantee what will happen.
You have a choice, but it’s best to do it yourself.
The last topic was relatively simple. Mark proposed to be affiliated with the Church of the Night.
In other professions, this might be a bit troublesome.
Fortunately Doctor Who is the quintessential professional counterpart.
Most orthodox churches that need to solve problems of anomalies and demons have a tradition of hiring occult scholars as consultants.
Regardless of whether Mark comes or not, the Night Watch team and the Inquisitors working on the front line will always need the help of a large number of occult scholars.
After signing an internship contract with a monthly salary of 12,000 lite dollars, Mark was hired as a consultant by the Church of the Night, and he was officially registered with the Church of the Night.
Until this moment, Mark had digested the benefits brought by [Blood Moon Baptism].
"Okay, your grandpa wants to see you. What do you think?" A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Knight's mouth.
"Then... let's meet. Shall I go to the Guangming Cathedral?"
Knight's evil smile became even more obvious: "Oh! Dear Mr. Destiny, have you forgotten? Ms. Guangming has publicly expressed her dislike for you. You have been the greatest disrespect to her in the past!"
Knight's damn translation accent made Mark have the urge to take off his shoes and throw them in his face.
This guy did it on purpose!
He knew clearly that the leader of the Guangming Cult actually gave birth to a direct grandson of the Dark Night family, which was outrageous, and yet he deliberately entertained him here.
Obviously, this [Whip of Night] has been pretending to be serious for so long. Seeing that Mark has fallen into the trap, there is no need to pretend anymore.
Well, at least this guy is more genuine than those hypocrites.
Mark felt very angry.
Knight left, patting him affectionately on the shoulder before leaving.
Because of Mark's special status, even if it is an internship contract, he needs to be directly responsible to Knight just like the judge.
Knight is already his nominal boss.
Mark, who stayed in the side hall, didn't wait long. The gorgeous black-and-gold-trimmed hall door slowly opened, making a clear "squeaking" sound.
Two old acquaintances came in.
One is Bishop Albert, whom Mark is no stranger to, and the other is a grandfather whom Mark should be more familiar with—Antoine Destiny.
Looking at this old man with gray hair, a beard and a face as round as a Buddha, Mark ignored the luxurious clothes on his body and awkwardly greeted him in a low voice: "Grandpa."
A simple title made the old man feel like he would burst into tears at any time.
Old Destiny was three meters away from Mark, stretched out his wrinkled hands, and approached step by step: "Mark, I...can I touch you?"
The long and broken memories of the original owner came to Mark's mind.
The relationship between these two grandfathers and grandsons is not only bad, it is extremely bad.
From that damn point of view, this grandfather was unkind and transferred the high-ranking salary that should have been passed on to his father and then to him to his mediocre second uncle.
When you were at home, the damn guy had a huge quarrel with his grandfather. To be precise, he cursed the old man crazily, and the old man suffered all of it like a punching bag.
After "running away from home", Mark, who had no ability to make a living, lived a luxurious life relying on his grandfather's remittances.
Relying on his good family background and handsome face, this guy is quite successful in the low-level aristocratic circle.
Put it on the earth, this is a satellite launched into the sky, and it will only repeat the sentence "Make some money! Make some money!"
Over the years, out of guilt, Lao De tried his best to meet all the requirements of this rebellious grandson, until Mark died of fear at Le Mans Manor.
To be honest, Mark has nothing against this cheap grandpa.
On the other hand, he was afraid that this important figure from the Light Cult would find out that his grandson had been replaced. Although there was a cover of soul damage, the fewer uncontrollable factors, the better.
He cruelly rejected the old man's request, pointed to the seat in front of him, and said calmly: "Sit down."
The old man's enthusiasm was ruthlessly interrupted again. He felt really uncomfortable, but his disciple secretly pulled his elbow.
Lao De suddenly realized: Praise the light! This is the best attitude my grandson has had in so many years.
His expression was a bit wonderful: he probably wanted to cry, but he felt happy at the same time, and there was a contradictory expression of crying and laughing imprinted on his face.
The two masters and apprentices sat down, and Lao De spoke slowly: "Grandpa, I know I'm sorry for you, but back then I really needed an adult heir..."
Before he finished speaking, Mark raised his hand and made a stopping gesture: "Stop talking. That's in the past. I don't want to hear it anymore. Anyway, I am disgusted by the goddess of light, and I can't inherit your so-called family business."
.Isn’t this good for everyone?”
"this……"
"I am already a 'collateral' of the Destiny family." Mark spoke emphatically, and the person on the other end could understand immediately: "I am someone who disgusts Ms. Guangming. Even if you want me to change my surname, I have no objection. Why don't I just change my surname?
That’s it…”
"No, no, no! The teacher definitely doesn't mean this." Albert risked his life to help the teacher bear the thunder: "Teacher, he has always cared about you. When you had an accident at Le Mans Manor, he also instructed me to come to rescue you as soon as possible.
Teacher, he was really forced by his political enemies back then..."
Mark's expression was like 'the bastard is chanting sutras and won't listen', coupled with his cold eyes, which made Albert's voice lower.
Lao De said dejectedly: "Mark, how can you be willing to forgive grandpa?"
The actor Mark stood up excitedly, waving his arms violently, his eyes red, and gritting his teeth: "Forgiveness is impossible! I will never forgive you in my life! Calling you grandpa is my biggest concession. If you hadn't ruthlessly deprived me of it,
If my future is in danger, should I go out and risk my life? Do I need to curse the enemy with death?"
"You...are you cursed?"
Mark looked angry: "Yes! Are you happy about the S-class bad luck death curse? If I die, I won't have to affect you and your second uncle!"
Lao De's face turned pale, but the next second, he stood up, and his figure suddenly became extremely tall and majestic: "No! Wait! I'll beg Nate again. I couldn't save your dad last time, and I will definitely do it this time.
Keep yours! Mark, believe grandpa! I will definitely..."
Mark didn't seem to listen and turned around to leave, which made Lao De feel painful. Albert next to him couldn't bear to look at him.
Who knows, when Mark walked to the door, he suddenly turned back and whispered: "If I can't die this time, you will come to me to do things in the future. For the sake of the Destiny family's blood, I will
I’ll give you a discount.”
After all, this time he really slammed the door and left.
Old Destiny was sad and moved, and in the end his thousands of words turned into just a sigh.
