Lord of the Mysteries v5c34

Chapter 34 Selection of Parasitic Objects
After a period of reassurance, Alan Chris and Verma Gratis finally calmed the baby down.
Huh... Ellen, tall and thin, breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, nodded apologetically to the guests, and held back for a few seconds before organizing his speech.
"I'm sorry, that's true of all children."
"Yes." Klein responded with a smile, saying he didn't mind at all.
Then he shifted the subject and continued to share what he had seen and heard in Bailang, East and West.
In this process, he once again used extraordinary ability to make all the ordinary people in the living room fall into a fantasy. He picked up the ice-cream he had not eaten, changed a silver spoon, smiled and got up, went to the baby carriage and asked gently:
"Will, do you want to eat?"
Before the fleshy fellow, wrapped in silk, responded, his voice became softer and softer.
"Now that you're born, you should be able to origami cranes, so I don't have to visit them often. You know, it's very suspicious."
Will Onsetin Chris glared at him without answering.
Without flinching back, Klein took a good piece of white paper from the side and put it in the stroller.
Then he bent down and spooned out a little ice cream with a silver spoon.
"All the gifts of fate have already been priced in secret, haven't they?" Klein laughed as he moved his silver spoon.
Will, lying in the stroller, raised his left hand, wiped his wet face with tears and muttered:
"For the extraordinary people of the'fate'approach, they pay the price list first, and then wait for gifts."
Say, this fleshy baby grabbed the white paper, the movement is slightly difficult, slightly sobbing fold paper crane.
Klein stood in front of the stroller, holding the silver spoon steady and smiling at the scene.
...
A carriage set out from Pinster Street and headed for St. Samuel's Church.
As he passed the house at 160 Berkeland Street, Leonard Mitchell looked through the window and said to himself:
"Dawn Downtais is back, too."
The slightly old voice was ringing in his mind:
"Fate will come to an end."
"Old man, when you wake up, you look more and more like a magic stick." Leonard couldn't help sneering.
Paris Soroyaste laughed twice without responding.
After arriving at St. Samuel's Church, Leonard, led by a priest, entered the study of Archbishop St. Anthony of Beckland.
Anthony Stevenson, wearing a red robe in black, with deep eyes and a beardless face, stood in the shadows of the cabinet as if in the dark looking at all the unknown existence, making people feel frightened for no reason.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop, what have you called me to do?" Although Leonard had some expectations, he did not follow a standard line of etiquette.
Anthony nodded softly.
"You've made enough contributions to apply for the title of Sorcerer in Sequence 5, but your Sorcerer potion hasn't been fully digested yet, so I'll take you out of the Sorst team and assign you some tasks alone."
Leonard responded according to the process:
"Despite your instructions."
Anthony picked up a stack of paper on his desk and said:
"Here are all suspected haunted incidents. You investigate them one by one, mainly to appease rather than purify. If you need assistance, you can pick up candidates from the night watchers'team in the area concerned."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Similar things, even if St. Anthony did not give orders, Leonard himself would take the initiative to do them, so he had no objection to such assignments.
After taking over the stack of paper, he turned it over at will:
"Your Excellency the Archbishop, what is Captain Soster's team busy at the moment?"
Although in the past half year, he focused on revenge, the surface is scattered, the heart is closed, and the members of the "Red Glove" team did not establish a deep friendship, but it has always been a teammate who fought side by side and experienced danger, it will inevitably be more concerned.
"They are cooperating with Crestor to complete a task." Anthony Stevenson did not answer in detail.
Your Excellency Cesima has also come to Beckland... Leonard did not ask any more questions. He ordered four clockwise strokes on his chest.
"May the goddess bless you all."
"Praise the goddess." Anthony made the same gesture.
Out of the Archbishop's study, Leonard went down all the way to get to the ground and find a quiet room. Tasks to be done were tabulated and sequenced.
On the way, walking on the stairs, he subconsciously looked up at the stained glass window at the top of his eyes.
Sunshine shines in from there, making the pattern of color mosaic more solemn, and making the dust and tiny flying insects present clearly.
Seeing this scene, Leonard suddenly remembered the old man's description of Amon, and inexplicably had the illusion that the "blasphemer" was everywhere in the air.
There was a tremor in his heart, and then a doubt arose, and he busily lowered his voice.
"Old man, I have a question."
"What?" Asked Pales Soroyaste slowly.
Leonard pressed his voice.
"Why didn't you parasitize the flying insects? They are smaller, more hidden and can easily hide in the church without fear of being found by Amon.
"How long can a flying insect live? Always transferring boarding objects is also a great consumption for itself, so that not only can not be recovered by parasitism a little, but also will make the state worse and life shorter. Paris Soroyaste hummed.
Leonard suddenly asked:
"What about other creatures? It's the kind that can live longer and sneak into church without being noticed.
Paris Soroyastud laughed at him.
"You don't seem to have kept some of what I said in mind, and you'll suffer a lot in the future!
"On the extraordinary road, the higher the sequence, the more crazy and uncontrollable tendencies accumulated. This is the essence of the characteristics, which can only be suppressed and confronted, and can not be eliminated.
"Therefore, for the parasite, the choice of boarding objects must take into account this factor, if parasitic in ordinary animals, but short-term behavior is good, if for a long time, will inevitably be affected by the body structure and hormones, ha ha, everything is mutual, is not it? The parasite can affect the host, which in turn affects him.
"When you are boarding in the body of an ordinary animal, you have to talk to people regularly, not forgetting your identity, so that the risk of exposure is very high, and if you do not do so, you will surely be affected by the boarding object, gradually aphasia, confusion about self-positioning, not knowing who you are and who you are crazy. And the tendency to run out of control is overwhelming step by step.
Leonard listened in surprise and nodded slightly:
"I see... No wonder you have to choose your boarding partner strictly.
"Are you trying to praise yourself?" "For us, the most suitable parasite is undoubtedly an extraordinary person in this way, all aspects of which will be synchronized, and when they are trained in one sequence, they can also be a complement to their extraordinary power, a special drug for their self-state, and a special drug for their own extraordinary state. That body is for itself."
Leonard frowned slightly and breathed a sigh of relief when he listened to the old man's rather bland remarks about such evil and terrible things, because it meant that the other party would not do that to him.
Paris Soroyaste went on to say:
"The second best choice is the"diviner"and"apprentice"two ways of extraordinary, their absorption of power will not cause too much burden on the"parasite"state, can be more quickly restored.
"What's more, it's a brilliant person who knows how to communicate well and cooperate well in other ways.
"As for you, hey hey..."
Leonard was about to return to the old man when he saw a bishop coming down the stairs, shutting his mouth and pressing the armrest to quicken his pace.
...
At 7:30 p.m., 39 Berklund Street, Senator Macht's House.
Klein, dressed in a tuxedo, stepped out of the carriage, buttoned his clothes, and, against the backdrop of a light fountain, entered the hall, where he saw Morry Macht, wearing an olive-green uniform, an orange ribbon and a battle medal.
His wife, Liana, was wearing a shoulder-length skirt and smiling at Dawn Downes.
"Welcome, our traveler, everyone is waiting for you to share this experience in East and West Bailang."
"Should I find a newspaper and start a travel column?" Klein responded jokingly.
Members of Parliament Macht knew that Dawn Downes was going to the South China to do business, and this was due to his introduction. So after smiling at each other, he took the initiative and gave him a hug and pressed his voice:
"Good job!"
Klein smiled and nodded, then asked:
"Do you like the gifts?"
He was referring to the bottle of Valley wine that could be used for sour cocktails.
"Great, that's what I miss." Senator Macht said sincerely.
Klein was just entering the hall, but he found something wrong. He glanced at it casually and asked with a slight doubt:
"Is Miss Hairouer absent?
"Have you gone to the women's public school yet?"
Mrs. Lina sighed and shook her head.
"No, she's just sick. The public school won't go until September."
"Have a cold?" Klein expressed the concern a guest deserves.
Senator Macht laughed helplessly:
"No, she was bitten by a crazy mouse the other day when she went to the suburban manor. The wound hasn't completely healed yet."
Hairouer was bitten... By a mad mouse... Klein nodded thoughtfully:
"Did you see a doctor?
"Well, was the mouse caught?"
"The doctor gave her an injection to prevent infection." Senator Macht said simply, "That rat hasn't been found yet. Maybe we need some cats on the farm."