Xing Ze frowned and looked at the tube of black liquid, complaining in his heart why it was another test. He joked: "I guess that thing is not for drinking."
"You are very humorous, kid." The bishop stood up from his seat. He picked up the wooden box and walked towards Xing Ze. "This is the blood of a saint. It can identify whether you are infected."
"Infected by what?" Xing Ze frowned, but he quickly understood, "Is it that monster?"
"I can't reveal more to you before I confirm whether you are infected." The bishop pressed the wooden box on the armrest of Xing Ze's chair.
"What if I say I just passed the Key Hall test? Will that work?"
"No." It was Bishop Jacob who spoke, with a hint of anger in his deep voice, "We don't believe in wizards."
Andrea waved his hand again, "I can see your doubts, but I swear to God. The blood of saints has no effect on ordinary people. If you are still worried, kid, I can inject it first."
"If I am contaminated." Xing Ze asked, "What will be the result?"
"It will react with foreign matter in your body. Depending on the degree of contamination, you may mutate or die immediately. Think about it, kid, we won't force you to take the test, but I suggest you do it once. If the contamination is not serious,
There is still a chance to save it.”
After thinking for a long time, Xing Ze made a decision - he would accept the test, but he needed to be injected first by the bishop, not only Andrea, but also Jacob and Maxim.
Jacob readily agreed, but Maxim was not so easy to talk to. He and Bishop Andre began to bargain, and finally the two of them reached an agreement. As for the content of the agreement, Xing Ze did not hear it.
The three of them were injected with the blood of the saints. After ten minutes, there was nothing unusual. Xing Ze then asked the two monks to inject himself with black liquid.
"How long does it take for it to take effect?"
"Five minutes at the fastest." Bishop Andrea ordered two monks to guard both sides of Xing Ze, "Half an hour at the latest."
"So I just have to make it through half an hour?"
"That's the theory."
"Then why don't you tell me what that monster is about. Anyway, if I pass the test, you have to tell me. If you don't pass..." Xing Ze lowered his head and glanced at the weapon in the monk's hand, "If I don't pass,
You have to kill me too."
"We don't kill people casually, child." The bishop crossed himself on his chest, "But what you said does make sense. Let me think about where to start."
"Make it as simple as possible, Bishop, my understanding is not very good."
Andrea sat back in his seat. He asked Maxim to be invited out, and then said solemnly: "That monster does not belong to our world. He comes from another dimension."
Xing Ze, who has been influenced by modern novels, movies and the Internet, quickly understood the bishop's meaning.
"The surface world and the inner world?" he whispered.
A glimmer of light flashed in Andre's eyes, "You can understand it, but we prefer to call that world a dream."
"Dreams? Are those monsters related to human dreams?"
"It's still unclear. We know very little about it. We have only found some fragmentary information in some terrible taboo books."
"That monster can affect people's minds. I saw his effect on train passengers."
"Yes, those terrible existences will pollute the minds of living beings. Excessive contact with them will only bring two results."
Bishop Andrew paused. The first five minutes had come. He squinted his eyes to observe Xing Zelai, but soon withdrew his sharp gaze. He continued: "One result is to go crazy, and the other is to go crazy."
It turns into evil things like them."
"This is the pollution mutation you are worried about"
"Yes, child, anyone who comes into contact with abnormal things will be contaminated, whether mentally or physically. They are almost pervasive until your consciousness collapses. I think you should understand this feeling better than me."
Xing Ze thought of the ugly thing he saw through the wind and snow, of Benson's twisted body, and of the train conductor who was sent to St. Mungo's.
Even though he was in a warm room at the moment, he still felt the unknown chill.
"I'm curious, kid, how you managed to survive. Generally speaking, not many people can endure such long and close contact with abnormal things."
"I don't understand either, maybe it's the blessing of the gods." Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, "Can mutation be cured?"
"It depends on the degree of pollution. It's usually difficult, but some people have succeeded. Benson Price is a typical example. You should know him, right?"
"Yes, I know him. Has he experienced it before?"
"In the Severn Valley, eleven people died that time, and he was the only survivor. Everyone thought he would go crazy, but he didn't. He recovered well after receiving treatment."
It seems that both the Church and the Key Hall are fighting against the monsters in the dream. They don't trust each other but can only be forced to cooperate. Xing Ze is thinking in his mind, but this is not necessarily a bad thing for me. Maybe I can take advantage of this.
.
"I assume they want you to investigate the white shard?"
"I thought you all knew."
Bishop Andrew smiled and shook his head, "Mark, he is too greedy. His asking price is starting to become too much."
What matters is what you can give us. Xing Ze finally understood the meaning of this sentence, "So you want a new source of intelligence?"
"That's right, kid. Of course, that's if you pass the test."
Xing Ze remained silent as he weighed the pros and cons. The church, the Key Hall, and Dumbledore seemed to be standing in front of a fork in the road.
Thinking that he had read through Xing Ze's thoughts, Bishop Andrea said calmly: "There is no need to give me the answer now. You have time to think about it, but it's best not to take too long. Before that, we will give you some necessary information."
, to help you with your investigation, consider it a gift from the church.”
Old fox. Xing Ze sneered in his heart. The people in these churches are very smart. They know that my current status and level are too low and I can't provide any useful information at all, so they are supporting me.
This is a worthwhile investment. If it fails, they can abandon the chess piece. If it succeeds, they will have an additional source of intelligence.
Xing Ze could feel the saint's blood flowing in his body. When he passed the arm where Blue Beak was attached, he felt a faint burning sensation. He began to be glad that he didn't bring Blue Beak in with him.
"What's the origin of that white fragment?" he asked, trying to distract the bishop.
"According to the investigation," Andrea whispered, "the fragment came from an ancient statue. No one knows where the statue came from. The last time it brought a plague, the local government destroyed the statue.
"But that was all seventy years ago. We can't find any relevant records or reports in official materials. The existing information comes from folk rumors and the mouths of the elderly in Digel Village. It's difficult to identify the true facts.
Fake."
"Then how did you confirm that the fragments came from the statue? And how did you know that those fragments contained a curse?"
Andrea took out two things from his chest, and Jacob beside him immediately took them and handed them to Xing Ze.