The small town of Walding has a very pure appearance of a settlement in the early days of modern civilization. To simply describe it, it is extremely deserted and the population is relatively sparse.
There is no road paved with asphalt or cement, the ground is full of potholes and mud, there is no power supply facility, and the lighting equipment hanging on the roadside are all kerosene lamps.
Houses made of wooden planks can be seen everywhere, and they are all independent and never exceed three floors.
Outside the town are barren mountains and woodlands. The land looks like a bald middle-aged man, with only sparse withered grass left.
This scene is very similar to the western United States during the Westward Expansion period. As a time traveler, Victor can easily be reminded of some American dramas and movies, or a certain western game called Big Cousin.
The horses moved forward slowly among the passing townspeople, and soon arrived at the tavern in Walding Town. Two agents from the Inspection Bureau tied up the horses. Victor glanced around and found that many people in the town were looking at him.
Point and point.
The stranger seemed to have endless topics to discuss - about the prodigal son of the Daemon family...
Victor knew what kind of person he was. If the memory in his dream of the past ten years was not too biased, no one in the town would like him.
"Let go, old man! Are you really a priest dressed like this? It's too dirty! I want to call the police! Get away..."
While he was feeling anxious, the commotion in the tavern made Victor forget the looks around him.
After hearing this, Henry and Mark hurried in, followed by Victor.
But they arrived a step too late. The "battle" had stopped. A certain female town citizen pushed open the butterfly spring door and ran to the other end of the street. Inside the tavern, the bald old priest from before was still sitting.
He held his cheek with one hand and drank from the cup leisurely with the other hand.
"What happened just now? Father Sang." Henry came up and sat at the other end of the table and asked Father Sang.
Father Sang shook his head regretfully: "Hey! The world is really in decline... Can't people open their hearts and devoutly fall into the embrace of 'Glory'?"
Henry and Mark looked at each other, and then asked again: "Were you preaching to that lady just now?"
Father Sang let go of the hand that was dragging his cheek, and there was a very obvious red palm print there.
"I just allowed that lady to open her heart to me. You know, how difficult and lucky it is to still feel the grace of 'Glory' in this barbaric land!..."
"Ahem..." Mark coughed twice with a pulled face.
If you don't interrupt the old man, he will probably get more and more arrogant as he talks, which will completely damage the image of the Inspection Bureau!
Father Sang was interrupted by Mark and glanced at Victor who was following them. His obsessed expression turned cold instantly. He grabbed a handful of his beard and asked, "Why are you here with me?"
"He is the only survivor of the Damon family, which will help us capture Augusta. I suggest that he be assigned the identity of an important informant to protect his safety during this period." Henry replied.
Father Sang waved his hands quickly: "Forget it! The mystical creatures in this kid can't be driven away. There's no point in protecting him... Maybe one day he will turn into a madman or even a monster out of nowhere. While you two are idiots,
Go to sleep and chew your heads off."
"The best way is to burn him to avoid future troubles."
"Father San!" Victor could see that the old man didn't like him, but he still wanted to convince him, "I heard that you are a 'seer' with great supernatural powers, and you are the only one who can save me!"
"A seer is not omnipotent, silly boy..." Father Sang took a sip of wine.
"What is that?" Victor was slightly surprised. After listening to Henry and Mark's exchange before, he thought the seers were a group of people with super powers.
"The so-called seers just have some knowledge that ordinary people don't know." Father Sang said impatiently.
After drinking a glass of wine, Father Sang was still unfinished, but he glanced at Victor, seemed to have thought of something, and said: "I can't save you, but I can give you some tips. If you are lucky, go by yourself.
Find a way to get rid of the monster inside your body..."
Victor didn't want a wriggling monster to burst out of his stomach one day. He couldn't wait to hear what the other party had to say, but Father Sang gave him a look at the bottom of the empty cup.
"Refill, your treat!"
Victor cursed secretly in his mind, gritted his teeth and asked the waiter to come over and refill it for him.
"Do you still remember the 'invisible art' I mentioned before?"
Victor nodded.
Father Sang then explained: "Actually, we cannot simply use 'magic' to refer to all the mysterious powers in the world."
As he spoke, he pulled out a black notebook, tore a page out of it, and wrote a few words on the paper with the pen he took out from another pocket.
"Secret transmissions, relics, potions, rituals...these are the four most common types of invisible arts."
After Father Sang finished speaking, he drew a circle on the word "esoteric" with a pen.
"A seer is someone who studies secret transmissions...Have you ever played the sex card?"
Sex cards? This was the first time Victor heard this word and shook his head.
Father Sang shrugged slightly drunkenly: "That's right, after all, it is something that is explicitly prohibited by the church. As a serving priest, it is really inconvenient for me to give you a popular science about sex."
"But you just need to remember that all things are included in the ten natures, which are: lamp, fire, stone, flesh, dream, butterfly, heart, tower, winter, and night."
"Different sexual phases have their own secret transmission sequences. By studying the secret transmission, seers can gain the power of the invisible techniques..."
"For example, the 'Bright Light Realm' church I belong to has mastered the secret sequence of the nature of lamps."
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After saying that, Father Sang snapped his fingers, and a magical scene happened immediately.
All the oil lamps and candlesticks in the tavern were extinguished in an instant, and the flames seemed to disappear out of thin air.
If it hadn't been during the day, the entire hall would have been completely dark.
Victor could tell that Father Sang was showing off his invisible skills, and he thought of a certain popular online article he had read in his previous life, and felt a sense of déjà vu.
But what the old man said is just to improve Victor's understanding of the current world. What does it have to do with expelling the monster from his body?
"The things in your body come from the 'secret place'." Father Sang began to talk about the key points.
"Secret accommodation?"
"Yes, there is a mysterious dimension that only seers can enter when they are dreaming...and even seers need to master the correct method of dreaming. There is a saying that goes like this: The woodland permeates the secret place.
Periphery, and as we all know, Misu has no walls..."
Victor's face was confused and he couldn't understand what he was talking about.
"You can temporarily understand it as a high-dimensional world connected by the spirit of the seer, but it is essentially much more complicated than this."
"It's better not to delve into the specifics. Remember, the closer you get to knowledge, the closer you get to madness...even for seers."
Father Sang's words were a bit alarmist, but Victor only focused on how to get rid of the monster in his body.
"Throughout the ages, all the dead who have had contact with the secret place have died in three ways. Occult scholars have summarized and explained them, namely: fascination, fear, and exhaustion."
"We in the industry call it the three fatal traits."
"The ending of infatuation is often the loss of humanity, distortion and mutation of the material body; the ending of fear is endless madness, the collapse of consciousness, leaving only the skin that cannot extricate itself; the result of exhaustion is the complete destruction of the material body..."