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As the core of the church, the sanctuary is a huge building. If there were no one to lead the way, Mason would definitely get lost.

The guard led him through the corridor, through the courtyard and into another adjacent building. The guard opened the door after confirming his identity. The guard stopped at the door and explained to Mason: "This is the library. You need permission to borrow books. You may need to go alone next."

"Thank you."

Mason nodded gently and walked into the building alone. The building was filled with chairs and clergymen reading everywhere. The curtains were not drawn, but the many lamps still illuminated the entire building as bright as day. There were many balls of light floating in the air, and after discovering Mason, they quickly approached.

A small ball got there first and bumped into him first. A childish and soft voice sounded: "Hello, I'm from the Library. What can I do for you?"

"I want to read about runaway pollution, and the Black Mist Curse."

"Understood, please follow me."

The other balls scattered with regret, and the winner suddenly grew larger, spitting out two from the center: "The Detailed Explanation of the Hazards of Black Mist and the Record of Uncontrolled Pollutants both meet your requirements. Please do not take them out of the library. You need to return them when you leave."

Mason took the book with some surprise. When the other party changed, he actually sensed the breath of pollution. This [library] may seem ordinary, but a careful inspection will reveal that it is actually a pollutant!

As expected of a church, this is really generous... Mason was slightly amazed, found a random seat to sit down, and quickly flipped through the two books.

In the "Records of Out-of-Control Pollutants", he actually found the records of the [Portal].

Out-of-control pollutant [Portal], formerly Class A pollutant. This is an illusory door that can affect reality through the entity of the door and connect different places.

It was originally owned by a bloodline member of the Noble Association, but after the bloodline member died due to pollution, the [Portal] absorbed a large amount of pollution, and after it gained consciousness, it defected. The Noble Association once tried to hunt it down, but it escaped several times.

No wonder Rambo knew it. Mason suddenly realized and opened the next book.

"The Black Mist Curse is caused by humans being exposed to pollution that exceeds their load, but not to the point of mutation, thus causing physical deformities or disease..."

"This is an effect of the natural environment. If the concentration of black fog in the living environment is too high, a curse phenomenon will occur..."

The young man read through it quickly, and when he finished reading it, he frowned slightly, and looked for the light ball to confirm it again. There was no mention of the strange ball in any of the records about the Black Mist Curse.

All the books believe that the Black Mist Curse is a natural phenomenon. Mason was puzzled: "Is this all?"

The light ball lit up slightly: "The remaining part requires permission to open. Your permission is insufficient. Please work hard to upgrade~"

It seems that he needs to get permission to read this later. Mason did not waste any more time and walked out of the library. He walked back slowly along the path.

On the way, he met many holy men, who all showed respect to the silver-haired young man. Mason nodded in return, his mind already drifting to the "Craftsman" incident. The song of the goblin Pica sounded bloody and terrifying. Canaan's military strength was not high, so he naturally had to use other methods to break the situation, and he couldn't be as violent as Oreus before.

As he was thinking, Mason's eyes suddenly lit up. He stopped someone and asked about Santo's location, then went over without hesitation.

Priest Santo was in the storeroom, busy checking the things he had brought with him. He was writing down the registration items in a notebook when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Master Santo, Master Shenzi wants to see you."

"Master Shenzi is here to see me?"

Santo put down his pen and paper with a slightly confused look on his face and walked out of the storeroom. The silver-haired young man in a white robe turned around upon hearing the voice, his eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Priest Santo, I have a plan regarding the city of Corian."

He finished his plan slowly, and Santo's eyes went dark as he heard it. He firmly objected: "No! Lord Son of God, this is too risky!"

Shen Zi looked at him with his blue eyes, seemingly gentle but resolute: "I think this is the best way."

Santo struggled desperately: "No, I can't do that. Otherwise I will be ashamed of His Holiness the Pope. How can I have the face to see the Lord..."

The silver-haired young man looked at him motionlessly. The priest fell silent. After a moment, he groaned in pain: "Just this once, Lord Son of God, please don't make such a request again in the future!"

......

Walking down the stairs into the basement, Santo held up a candlestick, and the warm light illuminated the surroundings, making the countless protrusions on the wall open their eyes.

Eyeballs of various colors moved and "looked" at them; under the warm candlelight, these eyeballs appeared very quiet.

"This is the guardian of the sealed vault. You must have the "key" to enter here. Without it, this passage will come alive."

The Class A pollutant "Key" looks like an ancient lamp, the oil inside never runs out, and the light can pierce delusion. It must be placed in front of the statue of the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence for baptism every month to prevent it from getting out of control.

The end of the passage was dark, and the soft light emitted by the "key" pierced through the wall and led the two through. When penetrating the wall, Mason heard a very clear swallowing sound. He wisely gave up thinking about where the sound came from and concentrated on following the other party into the deeper place.

There were countless boxes here, each one locked with a silver chain and labeled on the front.

[The Class C pollutant "Inspiration" looks like a plate of edible snacks. The eater will write a wonderful work, but every half a month, a life must be sacrificed for "Inspiration". ]

[C-level pollutant "Gem", which looks like an expensive gem, can trigger greed in everyone within ten meters. People who see it will rush to grab it involuntarily, and will not hesitate to fight for it even at the cost of their lives.]

[Class B pollutant "account", which looks like a black leather account book, will bring wealth to the holder, but at a certain stage it will cause a certain degree of alienation to the holder. ]

【Class B pollutants....】

Santo found his target after wading through the assortment of contaminants. He took the box off the two stone platforms and handed it to Mason.

[A-level pollutant "protagonist", the appearance is a gold brooch, the wearer will trigger various events, not limited to good or bad. 】

[Class B pollutants are "disguised" and appear as a thin mask. The wearer's features will be blurred in the eyes of others. If worn for a long time, it will become the wearer's "face". 】

"These two are the most suitable pollutants for your requirements. The role of [Protagonist] is to make the holder the center of the event. Its previous holder experienced a life of ups and downs after picking it up. As long as you have it, from small things like making money to big things like earthquakes and lightning, the target will be set on the holder due to various coincidences. And [Disguise] can make people ignore the abnormality in you. Its ability is very strong, even A-level bloodlines will be affected. The only problem is that the wearer himself will be affected by it and forget to take it off."

After introducing the two pollutants, Santo looked worried and asked, "Do you really want to be the bait yourself?"

"I don't trust others to be bait."

Apart from other things, Canaan's ability to survive is still very strong. As long as the church cooperates well, it should not be a problem to break through the blockade of the "Craftsman" by cooperating inside and outside.

Mason made up his mind, scanned the seals, and took a box from them and put it away: "Have someone prepare the permissions for the [Library]. I will go there again when we come back."

Don’t say more, just work, just work!

Santo glanced at the seal he was holding, and a little puzzled appeared in his eyes, wondering why the other party would choose this. But he didn't say anything and chose to obey.

Corian City is a small city under the protection of the church. The northern nobles who rule here have a good relationship with the church. However, the southern nobles where Earl Yaan is located are somewhat repulsive to the church. The two nobles and the central area where the noble association is located, that is, the central nobles, form a three-legged tripod.

The church's infiltration in the north covers all aspects, from cleaning up pollution to maintaining public order.

On this basis, Mason's activities are naturally open to the public.

This time they did not use an aircraft, but instead took a carriage to hurry on. During the boring journey, Mason could not stand the bumpy road conditions, and after saying "call me when we get there", he switched his consciousness back to Orelius.

Earl's Palace.

The red-haired young man, who had long been paralyzed like a salted fish, suddenly became energetic. Ya'an told him yesterday that the people from the Noble Association were coming. Oleus also came out to meet them at that time. Both sides were polite, but they inquired about the things about the Land of Stars and the World Tree.

The red-haired young man went to the kitchen to get some snacks before sneaking into Count Yaan's office. Yaan was talking to Rex, and when he saw him come in, they stopped talking.

"What are you talking about?"

Aurelius did not consider himself an outsider at all and gave a handful of snacks to each of them. Recognizing the source of the snacks, Yaan glanced at him unhappily and said, "It's best not to let Viscount Shaken see you like this. He is from a noble family in the central region and he values ​​etiquette the most."

Viscount Shaken was the envoy sent by the Nobles Association. Although Yaan was in a higher position, he was still given high regard. The Viscount at the center of power had a completely different weight from the ordinary Viscount, not to mention that Shaken's family was a member of the Twelve Round Tables.

Oreius waved his hands and said nonchalantly, "I know, but I only joined the Nobles Association because I wanted to do something. I don't plan to get involved in so much. What are you talking about?"

"Talking about Ronald."

Rex spoke, and Orelius suddenly became alert. His body was still in the recovery period. Although Ronald came to check the progress every day, he never talked about such things: "Can you tell me more?"

"It's nothing, actually. Didn't we kill a lot of giant wolves? But when Ronald sent people to clean up the scene, he found that all the bodies were gone."

Count Yanan's eyes were deep. "This should be the work of the Black Mist believers. Monster corpses are very good materials. The question is how they took so many corpses away."

This could not be done without any trace. The only answer is that there is a spy for the other party among them. Thinking of this, Ya'an's brows were wrinkled so much that they could kill a mosquito. The red-haired young man still looked lazy, but there was a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

"I'll leave the task of thinking about this matter to you. If there's anything I can do, just let me know."

Ya'an was not polite: "Of course, you are now a member of the association, and this is your responsibility. If you have nothing to do, you can patrol more often with Olihe and the others. I always feel that this matter ended too easily."

Aurelius nodded, turned around and walked away in a cool and clean manner. Looking at his back, Ya'an sighed unnoticeably: "Did he really remember what I said?"

Rex consoled him: "All strong people are like this. Duke Meldan is even more willful than him."

"That person is indeed..." Thinking of the rumor, Yaan nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Rex, with a strong confidence in his tone: "Are you really not considering staying? Although I only have the title of Earl, I can give you no less than the Duke of Meldan."

Rex shook his head: "My companions have gone back. I can't come to Ya'an alone. Although you are very kind, Duke Maidan is my benefactor."

"If you have any problem, you can come back to me."

Seeing the other party's insistence, Ya'an had to give up. They chatted for a while, and when the agreed time came, they went out together to the room of the association's envoy.

The central nobles sent people on a long journey. In addition to meeting the legendary visitors from the land of stars, they naturally had many things to say.

But this has nothing to do with a newcomer who has just joined the association. He is busy preparing ways to deal with the "Craftsmen".