So he saw that the alchemy room was pitch black, except for the elegant gas lamp surrounded by metal grids, and the silver-white box, the scene was extremely strange.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the core of the Nighthawks, Crestel Sesima, one of the nine senior deacons, opened the box, revealing a pure white bone sword inside.

That's right, the bone sword. Klein intuitively thought that its main material was bone when he saw this short sword less than one meter long!

In the dark alchemy room with gas lamps burning silently, the dagger quietly exudes a pure white and moist radiance, like a comforting moon hanging high in the middle of the night, like a sign in a storm out direction lighthouse.

Its surface looks pure and flawless, but if you look closely, you will find layers of symbols and logos densely covered in the depths, and these mysterious patterns and the sword body form an inseparable whole.

Klein looked at the holy sword, and suddenly realized that he couldn't move his eyes away!

His vision was sucked in, and the brown eyes slowly lost their luster.

At this time, Crestel moved the box upwards, causing the pure white dagger to leave its original position.

Klein woke up suddenly, and finally broke free from the nightmare that he was watching but couldn't avoid.

He turned his eyes to the side and asked solemnly: "Your Excellency, do you need me to put my hand on this holy sword?"

"Yes, come here." Crestel's voice seemed to be reciting a bedside book and singing a lullaby.

Klein stood up, squinted his eyes, and moved over in small steps. Because it was too dark, he couldn't even see the legs and feet of the senior deacon in front of him and the pair of slightly old leather boots.

"Stop." Crestel said calmly.

Klein paused, stood on the spot, quickly glanced at the pure white bone sword out of the corner of his eye, and then moved away in fear.

Following the memory of that short second, he bent his back, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it accurately on the holy sword.

The cold and non-biting feeling was transmitted to his brain through his skin, and the distracting thoughts and worries in his heart were instantly soothed, just like coming to the countryside after the hustle and bustle, sitting on the roof and smelling the harvest , quietly looking up at the night, looking up at the starry sky.

"You chant after me." Crestel said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Klein nodded.

Then, he heard the senior deacon in front of him switch to the Hermes language: "The Goddess of the Night, who is higher than the starry sky and older than eternity;"

"I swear to you by my real name and my spirituality."

"I, Klein, from now on, I will never disclose the corresponding details to those who don't know the 'acting method'."

"If you violate it, you will be punished."

"Please bear witness to my oath."

Klein restrained all kinds of thoughts, followed senior deacon Sesima, and solemnly recited the oath in Hermes language.

Vaguely, he felt that he had established a subtle and subtle connection with that pure white bone sword and an existence in the infinite distance.

Withdrawing his right hand, he drew a crimson moon on his chest and said, "Praise the goddess!"

"Praise the goddess!" Crestel smiled and saluted.

Immediately afterwards, he snapped the lid shut, and pressed his right hand heavily and slowly.

The darkness was instantly lit up, and the light of the gas lamp once again filled the room. JrNovels.com