I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 27 Magic Box
Being dragged by Ivy to the basement, Dante looked at the dark environment around him, which was completely different from the warm and homely style upstairs.

Why would anyone like to be in a place like this?Is this the style of scholars?
It was inconceivable to him that old Tom would choose to live in the basement on his own initiative.

Boom boom boom!
Amidst the knock on the door, a familiar voice came from inside.

"come in."

Dante pushed open the iron door, and came to the place where he did the "examination" again, but this time, the person lying on the single bed became the middle-aged priest.

"You came just in time, this guy hasn't woken up yet."

Old Tom was wearing a classic black robe, standing in front of the cabinet with bottles and jars and all kinds of books, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Do you need my help? Uncle Tom." Ivy walked closer and looked around curiously.

"Yes, I need you, little Ivy, to adjust to a comfortable sitting posture and the best viewing angle, and then just watch." Old Tom's tone was kind, and his eyes smiled together.

He turned his head again, and quickly switched to the expression Dante was most familiar with: "What are you doing standing there, come and help!"

You can switch seamlessly.

A certain young man who felt the difference again walked over resentfully: "What should I do?"

Old Tom glanced at him, took a brass object that looked like a dashboard from the cabinet, and handed it over.

"Put it on your forehead."

Dante complied in bewilderment.

"Okay, then put it on the left chest."

Dante was even more confused.

"Okay." Old Tom took the things back and put them on the cabinet again, without any intention of explaining.

"Uncle Tom is detecting whether there is hidden ether in your body that cannot be controlled, so as to ensure that you will not be in potential danger."

Ivy whispered next to her: "After Joseph came back, he specially reminded you that you used extraordinary abilities today."

Dante nodded knowingly.

Everyone seemed uneasy.
He smiled and said: "Thank you, I feel good now, it's just that I was a little bit out of strength."

"Don't take it seriously, kid." Old Tom sorted out his belongings, and pointed to the bound priest lying on the bed, "One of the reasons why they are called lunatics is that they use extraordinary powers unrestrainedly. Power."

"I don't think about the consequences when I do things, and I never abide by the confidentiality treaty with ordinary people. I think about the so-called God of truth in my family all day long, and I preach to explore the truth wherever I go."

The old man sneered: "Listening to the teachings that I don't know where they made up, I think it's the only truth. It's all nonsense."

Dante glanced at the priest who was still in a deep coma, and asked, "Is the God of Truth fabricated by believers, or does it really exist?"

"Perhaps in a certain era, the God of Truth did exist, but now, He can only be an evil god."

Old Tom replied casually: "You can look through the second shelf on the left, the fourth book from right to left."

After hearing these words, Dante searched the shelf and found a book called "Genesis".

The title of the book is written in Arengo, an ancient language passed down in the last era. It was completely abandoned after the advent of the Steam Age and changed to the current lingua franca.

Fortunately, the original body knew more or less about these aspects. Dante withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace, indicating that he would take the time to read it.

"Okay, it's time to wake this guy up, go over and stick this on his forehead."

Old Tom handed over a brand new piece of parchment with no writing on it. Although Dante was curious about what he was going to do, he still obediently followed suit.

"Is this okay?" He gestured and asked back.

"Well, get back behind me."

Old Tom took two steps forward, shook the cuff of his robe, and a delicate quill flew out of it, floating in mid-air.

"Although the special job system of scholars is also biased towards auxiliary types, they will have many wonderful abilities." Ivy sat aside and acted as a commentator with great interest.

"As a naturalist, Uncle Tom always adheres to the morals and precepts passed down from ancient times, and firmly believes that the pursuit of knowledge will never stop, which will also be transformed into the manifestation of their abilities, such as writing, recording, and reading."

While listening to Ivy's detailed narration, Dante watched Old Tom throw a bottle of prepared potion into the air.

Strangely, the sprayed potion, as if stopped by time, quietly turned into a "stream" suspended in mid-air with a little bit of flash, like a microcosmic galaxy.

"Is this the preparation work before the interrogation?" Dante asked in a low voice.

Before Ivy could answer, Old Tom suddenly uttered a series of deep, thick, and mysterious spells, and then the stream split into two, entering the quill and the priest respectively.

The pastor who was lying on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up straight. With a large amount of blood on his chest and the piece of parchment on his forehead, he looked like a fake zombie.

Another world Lin Zhengying?Dante's eyes widened, and he thought of certain pictures for no reason.

"Ask your question."

Old Tom suddenly turned around and said.

my question?Dante was stunned for a moment, then realized that the "interrogation" had already started, thought for a moment, and said:

"Where is Owen Hilton now?"

Struggling flashed in the pastor's eyes, but he was quickly suppressed by blankness. He whimpered and made an indistinguishable sound.

At the same time, the quill flew away and quickly wrote on the parchment on his forehead.

"I don't know, Owen didn't contact us, and he always communicated through one line."

Magical ability. Dante glanced at Old Tom, who nodded and signaled to continue.

"Did you do the thing that bewitched the city hall officials?"

The quill quickly wrote: "Yes."

"What is the purpose?"

There was a slight pause, and the pastor's whimpering became louder and louder, as if he was resisting, but in the end it was of no avail.

"Guardian Day Parade. Incitement to Sacrifice"

The writing on the parchment was intermittent, obviously this matter was far more important to the priest than the first question.

"Besides you, who else did the Truth sect send over?"

"Punisher Squad."

Is it something like a SBI task force?Dante frowned and didn't rush to ask again.

"Where is [the box]?"

Old Tom cried out, staring at the parchment.

The quill suddenly trembled uncontrollably, obviously the pastor's thoughts were greatly affected and disturbed at this time.

"That's the magic box, the terrible magic box!"

"Find Owen and take it away!"

"There's a devil hiding in there!"

(End of this chapter)