"Okay." Creste Cecima nodded, leaned forward a little and said, "Then you swear on the holy object."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the silver-white box at his feet.

Holy relic? Is it the holy relic that made you called the "Sword of the Goddess"? Klein watched the senior deacon's every move with curiosity.

Krestey put the box on his knees, and his dark green eyes turned dark black in an instant.

He raised his right hand and pressed down. Suddenly, something on the surface of the silver-white box that looked like a violin case shattered and disintegrated, then receded like the tide.

Almost at the same second, Klein felt that all the surrounding light was drawn over and into the box.

Then he saw that the alchemy room was completely dark, except for the elegant gas lamp surrounded by metal grids and the box that was emitting silvery light. The scene was extremely strange.

Bang!

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

Yes, a bone sword. As soon as he saw this short sword that was less than one meter long, Klein intuitively thought that its main material was bone!

In the dark alchemy room where the gas lamp burned silently, the dagger quietly emitted a pure white, moist glow, like the moon hanging high in the night, comforting people's hearts, or like a lighthouse indicating the direction in a storm.

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

Klein looked at the holy sword and suddenly found that he couldn't take his eyes off it!

His sight was sucked in, and his brown eyes slowly lost their luster.

At this time, Creste moved the box upwards, causing the pure white dagger to move away from its original position.

Klein suddenly woke up and finally broke free from the nightmare that he could not escape from.

He looked to the side and asked solemnly:

"Sir, do you want me to place my hand on this holy sword?"

"Yes, come here." Krestey's voice sounded like he was reading a bedside book or singing a lullaby.

Klein stood up, squinting his eyes, and moved over step by step. Because it was too dark, he couldn't even see the senior deacon's legs and feet or his slightly worn leather boots.

"Stop." Krestai said calmly.

Klein paused and stood still. He quickly glanced at the pure bone sword out of the corner of his eye, then looked away in fear.

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

The icy but not biting feeling was transmitted to his brain through his skin, instantly soothing the distracting thoughts and worries in his heart, just like he had suddenly arrived in a rural area after the hustle and bustle, sat on the roof, smelled the scent of the harvest, and quietly looked up at the night and the starry sky.

"You recite after me." Krestai said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Klein nodded.

Then, he heard the senior deacon in front of him speak in Hermes:

"Goddess of the night, higher than the stars, and older than eternity;"

"I swear to you by my true name and my soul."

"From now on, I, Klein, will never reveal the relevant details to anyone who doesn't know the 'Acting Method'."

"If I violate it, you will punish me."

"Please witness my oath."

Klein suppressed his thoughts and followed Senior Deacon Cecima, solemnly reciting the oath in Hermetic.

Faintly, he felt that he had established a subtle and obscure connection with the pure bone sword and a certain existence infinitely far away.

Retracting his right hand, he drew a crimson moon on his chest and said:

"Praise the goddess!"

"Praise the goddess!" Krestai smiled and followed suit.

Then he snapped the lid shut and pressed it down heavily and slowly with his right hand.

The darkness was suddenly illuminated, and the light of the gas lamp filled the room again.

Klein saw that Senior Deacon Cecima's eyes, which had been dyed dark black, turned dark green at the same moment.

He sat back on his high-backed chair, frowned slightly, and said doubtfully:

"Acting?"

Krestai cleared his throat and did not answer the question directly. Instead, he smiled and said:

"You may be confused and puzzled by what I am about to say, but I will not explain why because it involves the secrets of the church."

When you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you will be qualified to know... Klein looked at Lord Cecima, who had his collar raised high, and answered in his mind.

"You will only be allowed to know when you become an archbishop or a senior deacon and become the core of the church." Krestey emphasized.

Klein nodded in approval.

Krestai put the silver box back to his feet, crossed his right leg and said:

"Throughout its long history, the Church's generation after generation of extraordinary geniuses have gradually figured out ways to avoid losing control to the greatest extent possible."

"And the core of this method is the name of the potion. It is not only the key, but also the key."

Glancing at Klein's thoughtful expression, Krestai continued:

"We found that the names of potions all point to a certain group of people, and the corresponding groups have similar and unique behavior patterns. Simply put, the names of potions contain some specific rules. Different potion names contain different rules. When we strictly abide by the rules contained in our own potions, the risk of losing control will be minimized."

"Similar to my 'Diviner's Code'?" Klein seized the opportunity to ask.

This is not as easy to understand as my explanation of "Justice" and "The Hanged Man"... At the same time, he silently complained in his heart

"Yes." Krestai gave an affirmative answer. "When we follow the corresponding rules of conduct, we seem to become the group described by the potion's name. In other words, we are 'playing' the profession indicated by the potion's name. Well, this is 'playing'. You have to remember that everyone's spirituality is special and unique. Compared with people who take the same potion, the core part of the rules of conduct that need to be followed will not change, but the corresponding boundaries will have their own characteristics and will not be similar. Therefore, other people's experience can only be used as a reference."

This is the key point that I didn’t realize... Klein spoke sincerely:

"Thank you for your reminder. I will keep it in mind."

Krestai smiled and said:

“This is all experience accumulated from generation to generation.”

"After using the 'acting method', we are not only mastering the potion, but also digesting it, just like digesting the food we eat. When you truly digest the potion and the residual mental effects, you will gain a unique and wonderful feeling. Do you understand?"

“I understand. The word ‘digest’ is very appropriate…” Klein pretended to be thinking.

After Krestai explained in detail for a while, he asked carefully:

"Sir Cecima, since the names of the potions are the key, how did the first Beyonders get them? I heard that it was recorded in the Blasphemous Slate?"

"Yes, this statement is correct." Krestai answered calmly, "But the names recorded above are all ancient names. Some of the subsequent names of the potions came from 'divine revelation', and some came from the summary of the Beyonders themselves."

Klein nodded slowly, pursed his lips and said:

"Sir Cecima, if the 'acting method' is so effective, why doesn't the church tell every night watcher?"

"I said, this is a secret of the church. When you become an archbishop or a senior deacon, you will understand the reason." Krestai replied seriously, "Okay, go back upstairs and notify the other night watchmen to come down one by one. I want to carry out the final step of the examination."

Was this to prevent Frye and the others from revealing the "acting method"? Klein stood up thoughtfully and left according to the etiquette of the Night Watchmen.

He walked through the corridor and up the stairs back to the Blackthorn Security Company. He saw Dunn sniffing his pipe at the underground entrance. He didn't know how long he had been waiting.

With the corner of his mouth raised, Klein took the initiative to say:

"It should be fine now. Lady Cecima asked me to inform Fry and the others to talk to them one by one."

"Well, this is the last step, which also means there are no problems before." Dunn put away his pipe and went to the Night Watcher's entertainment room to recount what happened.

As he watched Frye and Xijia go deeper into the ground, Klein suddenly remembered something and said quickly:

"Captain, do we need to replace Luo Yao, who is on duty at the Chanis Gate, and Leonard, who is monitoring the asylum? Oh, and there's also Cornley, who is on vacation."

Dunn was startled, then pinched his forehead and said:

"I forgot..."

He paused, then chuckled and said, "However, things won't be too complicated. One of the advantages of having the senior deacon come to examine in person is that there is no need to send telegrams to the temple or go through tedious paperwork. He can give a conclusion on the spot and give you the formula and main ingredients of the 'Joker' potion."

“That’s not bad.” Klein couldn’t help but look forward to what was about to happen.

…………

An hour and a half passed. After Cornley walked out of the alchemy room with a serious expression and obvious confusion, Klein was called into the underground again and faced the senior deacon, "Sword of the Goddess", Creste Cecima.

This time, the gentleman with golden brown hair and dark green eyes did not sit down. Instead, he stood there, letting the coolness from the ground gently blow his black windbreaker.

Both of Kresty's collars were raised high, hiding his chin in shadow.

He looked at Klein and smiled slightly.

"Nightwatcher Klein Moretti, I solemnly inform you in the name of the Goddess that you have passed the test of the Holy Temple."

"Congratulations! With your merits, you will now be promoted to become a Sequence 8 Beyonder!"