The wind blowing from underground was chilly, and Klein felt a sense of relief despite his tense mind.

It’s finally here…

As long as I pass this level, I won’t have to worry about similar things for at least half a year...

Once I advance to Sequence 8 and become a so-called "clown", I will have real combat capabilities. With the help of divination and the protection of the "Yangyan Talisman", even if I encounter greater danger, I still have a good chance of surviving...

In order to wait for the examination of the Holy Church, I did not even withdraw the 300 pounds that Miss Justice had deposited into the bearer account, in order to avoid being found to have financial problems during the "audit" and being convicted of having a huge amount of property of unknown origin...

…

Just as Klein's thoughts were flashing through his mind uncontrollably, Dunn Smith adjusted his shirt collar and said in a low voice:

"The person in charge of this examination is Creste Sesima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Nighthawks. The Holy Temple values ​​you very much."

“Senior Deacon?” Klein blurted out in astonishment.

The thirteen archbishops and nine senior deacons are the church's high-ranking officials in the usual sense. It is said that there are many high-sequence strongmen among them!

These twenty-two gentlemen and ladies are completely equal in status, only follow the oracles of the Goddess of Night, and are only responsible to the Pope.

Dunn took a breath of the cool breeze from underground and nodded slightly.

"Yes, a high-ranking deacon. But you don't need to be nervous. Krestai is only Sequence 5 and has not yet entered the level of 'demigod'. There is no need to be too scared or intimidated."

"Well, his title in the entire extraordinary world is 'Sword of the Goddess'. Because he has been recognized by a holy relic, his combat power is no worse than that of a newly promoted Sequence 4."

"I have just talked to him, and his attitude is very kind."

The captain's subtext was that he only said what should be said and didn't say what shouldn't be said, so I don't need to be nervous and just follow the predetermined plan... Klein nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Where should I go to meet this senior deacon?"

"The alchemy room for mixing potions." Dunn answered simply and directly, with a hint of sadness flashing across his face.

The alchemy room for mixing potions? The same lab where Old Neil mixed the "Fortune Teller" potion? Klein exhaled slowly, returned to the Nighthawks' entertainment room, and took his coat off the coat rack.

He put on the thin black windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets, walked down the stairs that meandered deep into the ground, and turned left at the intersection.

Soon, Klein saw secret doors illuminated by elegant gas lamps and saw that the long tables inside had been moved away, leaving the center empty.

There were two classical high-back chairs placed there, facing each other, less than one meter apart.

The one facing the door was occupied by a man in his thirties wearing a black windbreaker and a white shirt.

His golden brown hair was cut short, and his dark green eyes were like a moonless lake in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were turned up high, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.

“Hello, Lord Cecima.” Klein bowed and saluted.

Creste Cecima crossed his right leg over his left leg, leaned back leisurely, and smiled slightly.

"Hello, Klein, you can sit there."

He pointed to the high-backed chair opposite.

At his feet was a suitcase made of silver-white metal, which was similar in length and width to a violin case.

This can hold a sword that is not too long... Klein took a few steps forward and sat in his own seat.

Krestai bent his right index finger and pressed it against his nostrils. He pondered for a few seconds and said:

"I'm going to test your mastery of potions first, is that ok?"

“No.” Klein shook his head confidently.

"Very confident." Krestai laughed, then maintained the same posture as before, just staring at the opposite side quietly.

Klein suddenly felt that the light of the gas lamps around him disappeared and was swallowed by the thick darkness.

He suddenly felt very tired, as if it was time for sleep indicated by his biological clock.

However, his mind was extremely tense and he found it difficult to relax, just like he had experienced before when he was too tired to fall asleep peacefully.

The quiet "night" filled the surroundings. Klein heard the dripping sound of the tap that was not tightened, the voices talking inside the Blackthorn Security Company, and the sound of the wind blowing through the stairs.

Other than that, he didn't see anything he shouldn't have seen, nor heard anything he shouldn't have heard.

"Very good." Krestai's magnetic voice dispelled the darkness, allowing the light of the gas lamps inside and outside the alchemy room to reappear in Klein's eyes.

Klein suddenly recovered from his deep fatigue and regained his previous vigor.

Unconsciously, it affected me... Is this the level of Sequence 5? Is this the terror of a high-ranking deacon? He recalled what happened just now with a little fear.

Creste Cecima clasped her hands together and placed them on her knees. She shrunk down a little, so that her lips were covered by her high collar.

"You passed the test. Your mastery of potions has reached above the excellent level."

"Next, I want to observe whether there are any hidden dangers in your body, mind and spirit, and whether the residual spirit of the potion has unconsciously changed your personality and left you with problems."

"You have three minutes to adjust yourself."

Klein nodded immediately and said:

"OK."

He took a deep breath and slowly entered a meditative state, eliminating all bad thoughts.

Without saying anything else, Krestai pulled out a silver pocket watch from inside his black windbreaker and snapped it open.

Then he watched the second hand tick by intently.

Three minutes later, Krestai closed his pocket watch with a click and said with a smile:

“I started to chant.”

Chanting? Klein showed a puzzled expression.

Without waiting for him to speak, Krestai hummed a melodious tune.

The melody echoed in the alchemy room, gradually losing its harmony and no longer matching the pitch.

Squeak! Ah! Screech! Klein seemed to hear the sound of nails scratching on a blackboard, the sound of plastic foam rubbing against each other, the sound of an electric drill, and all kinds of noises that drove him crazy.

The noise became more and more frequent and chaotic, causing him to feel a violent desire to vent his anger and destroy things.

However, Klein, who was often subjected to crazy mutterings and terrible screams, quickly suppressed his impulses.

He also appropriately showed a little anxiety, a little tension, a little confusion and a little uneasiness.

Being too perfect is actually a problem!

At some point, Creste Cesimar stopped chanting, and the noise in the alchemy room disappeared, and the peace and silence from the underground flooded in again.

It's so nice to be quiet! Klein sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Very good, very good. There are no hidden dangers in your body, mind and spirit. Of course, your desire to beat me up and stuff my mouth are normal reactions." Krestey's lips were blocked by his high collar, so people could only judge his emotions from his tone.

“No, I don’t dare.” Klein admitted honestly.

Krestai laughed and said:

"Congratulations, you passed all the tests. Next is the question and answer session."

His dark green eyes suddenly became deeper, so deep that they seemed to be able to see through the body and into the soul.

“Please ask.” Klein straightened his back and said.

Krestai maintained his previous posture and asked casually:

"You said that your experience in the Divination Club helped you master potions so quickly?"

"Yes." Klein answered very frankly, but did not give any further explanation.

Krestai nodded slightly and said:

"You said this was inspired by the 'Secret Peeper' motto and Daly's case?"

“Yes.” Klein confirmed first, then changed the subject and explained in detail, “I learned from a Mystery Peeper teammate that the probability of a Mystery Peeper who abides by the motto losing control is much lower than normal. Later, I heard a sentence that Ms. Daly once said. She said that she wanted to be a true Psychic, and she was a genius who would be promoted to Sequence 7 within two years.”

"Combining these two aspects, I think I can give it a try and become a real 'Fortune Teller' and summarize and refine the 'Fortune Teller's Code'. Well, the effect of the attempt is much better than I expected. I quickly mastered the potion. Lord Cecima, I don't know if you have similar experiences. When you truly master the potion, you will have a special and wonderful feeling..." Klein described his own experience and vaguely explained the "acting method".

In his previous life, he would definitely be nervous and blush when speaking so many half-truths in front of such a powerful Nighthawk. However, since crossing over to this world, he had told too many lies and had long been accustomed to similar things, and he performed flawlessly.

The deepness in Creste's dark green eyes disappeared, his gaze returned to its original state, and he chuckled and said:

"Don't worry, this is not an illusion."

Klein didn't detect any suspicion or scrutiny from his answer, and he quietly relaxed a little.

"Dunne confirmed your experience. I think you are indeed a genius with clear logic and sharp intuition." Krestel praised and asked, "Have you shared these experiences with your teammates?"

"Of course." Klein admitted frankly, "I hope to help them reduce the probability of losing control. We are teammates, companions who must face danger together. I can't think of any reason to hide it. For this reason, I didn't tell the civilian staff."

Krestey lowered his right leg and sat up straight, allowing his thinner lips to appear from the shadow of the vertical collar.

He raised the corners of his mouth and said:

"Although you have been a member of the Nighthawks for less than two months, I think you know your companions better than many people."

"Well, I intend to share some of my experiences with you, but according to the rules of the temple, you must swear to the goddess that you cannot tell the content of our conversation to people who don't know these things."

"No problem?"

Passed the test? Klein was delighted and nodded without hesitation:

“No problem!”

Although I can no longer teach others the "Acting Method" directly, I can still do it indirectly through Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man!

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