Mystery: The Star Key

These days lasted about seven days.

Ignatius knew the time because Ms. Natasha, who came to preach every day, would tell him the time and date outside.

Also, the Nighthawks didn't confiscated Igna's pocket watch.

It still allows him to have the tools to confirm the time.

At seven o'clock in the evening on the seventh day, Igna finally welcomed everyone except the priestess Natasha and the blond brother who delivered the meal.

This is a man with short blond brown hair and dark green eyes.

His hair was shaved short, and his dark green eyes seemed to be like a lake illuminated by stars in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirts and trench coats stood up, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.

Looking at him, Igna felt as if he saw a silent night watchman in a quiet night.

This gentleman came to the basement alone, carrying a suitcase made of silver and white metal, similar in size to a violin case.

"Hello," the golden-brown-haired night watchman bowed politely to Igna, and introduced himself, "I'm Crestai Cesima, the senior deacon of the church."

"Hello." Igna nodded with a calm and peaceful expression.

He was not surprised by this gentleman's self-introduction.

Because, before Cesima entered the room, Igna heard a psalm similar to the one he heard before.

It's just that this time the effect was faster, and he was almost unable to resist and was brought into that state of no sorrow and no joy.

"Next, I need your cooperation to carry out a ceremony, okay?" Cesima, who was somewhat rigid in appearance, spoke unexpectedly politely.

Moreover, listening to him speak, Igna always felt that he heard a soft sleep song in the middle of the night, which made people feel peaceful, relaxed, and impossible to refuse.

"Of course." Igna knew that he had no right to veto.

Moreover, Igna felt tired when Cesima spoke.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, he fell into a deep sleep.

Cesima watched the person in front of her fall into a deep sleep, without wasting any time, she took out the rune and three candles from the box and lit them one by one.

The senior deacon's expression suddenly became more solemn, he no longer used the Ruen language, but in the Hermes language that can pray and sacrifice to the gods:

"The goddess of the night, higher than the starry sky, and eternally longer;

"I pray for your favor;

"I pray for the strength of the starry night;

"I pray for the strength of adversity and fear;

"I pray that your faithful servant Crestai Cecima will see the truth of your wishes..."

In the originally windless room, a gentle breeze suddenly turned around, hovering above the candles, the color of the flame changed, no longer pulsating, and more peaceful.

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"Can I really go?" Ignat looked at the senior deacon in front of him and said, his eyes widened, feeling very unbelievable.

"Yes." Senior Deacon Cesima nodded, her eyes deep and dark, "You can leave now."

"Just don't forget the oath you made yourself."

Hearing these words, Igna was stunned.

In an instant, it seemed as if he had returned to thirty minutes ago.

At that time, he had just woken up from his sleep, but in an instant he was awake like normal. Don't feel tired, don't feel sleepy.

And Christy Cesima stood in front of him, her eyes that were like lakes turned dark, like a deep and silent night.

When he saw Igna wake up, he said without end, "I already understand."

Then he went on to say: "You have two choices now. First, swear to the goddess' token and become a believer of the goddess. Second, continue to maintain the current life and continue to stay here. What is your choice?"

What the hell?

Igna felt himself full of question marks.

What did this Cesima know? In what way did you find out? Why put yourself out again? What happened while he was in a coma?

But these are not the issues to be pursued now...

The question of choosing one of the two in front of you is the problem.

However, the first and second are not comparable at all.

"I choose one!" Igna replied without hesitation.

Even if you have to swear on the token of the gods, even if the gods in this world really exist, you have to choose freedom!

Only with freedom can there be hope!

Without freedom, everything is empty talk!

Moreover, before being locked in, Ignatius' declared belief was the goddess of the night. Taking an oath now doesn't have any effect on his "apparently professed belief," and taking an oath doesn't matter.

"Yes." Cesima nodded, as if she was not surprised by Igna's choice.

Then, he waved to Igna.

At this time, Igna discovered that the box that Cesima brought was placed on the table by him.

When Igna approached the back stand, I saw Cesima raised her right hand and pressed it down, and there seemed to be something shattered around the piano case-sized box.

At this moment, the hut that was originally illuminated by gas lamps turned dark in an instant.

As if all the light seemed to be attracted to this silver-white box.

It seems that there can be no more light except that box.

Ignatius trembled subconsciously, and suddenly, he felt a little cold. He subconsciously wanted to back down, but the truth didn't allow him to.

"Click-"

Cesima opened the box, and Igna saw a short sword in the middle of the box.

In this dark room with only a few fireworks dancing, this short sword actually emitted a pure white and bright light.

It's like you can only see it in a previous life. In the dark night, the white moon hangs in the sky.

Pure, flawless, peaceful, cold.

Igna looked at the sword and subconsciously wanted to get closer to take a closer look.

But at this moment, he found that his body could not move at all.

Moreover, at this time, he couldn't even turn his eyes away!

At this moment, he could only stare at the sword.

He could only look at it.

The brain gradually stopped thinking, as if it could only hold its appearance, its light.

Ignat seems to have become a puppet, a puppet, a lifeless follower of the sword at this time.

Can't escape, can't refuse...

At this moment, Cesima moved the box, causing the sword to leave its original position.

Ignatius suddenly woke up.

"Put your hand on this sword." Cesima said.

All the light in the room was on this sword, and the other places were extremely dark, and Ignat couldn't see the way at all. At this time, he could only move forward in small steps.

At Cesima's gesture, Igna stopped and placed his hand on the holy relic with memory.

What I started with was the feeling of ice-cold not biting the bone, soft enough to make people feel peaceful. It seems that all distractions, all distractions and desires are gone. It was like returning to the most carefree and peaceful time.

"You follow me." Cesima's voice brought Igna back to reality.

"Okay..." Ignat, who didn't dare to look at the holy sword or Sesima, took a deep breath.

Then, he heard the senior deacon say in Hermes:

"The goddess of the night, higher than the starry sky, and eternally longer;

"I swear to you by my real name and my spirituality;

"I, Dalot Evans, will be your devout follower from now on;

"Do what you promised and fulfill the responsibilities you entrusted.

"If you violate it, you will be punished.

"Please witness my oath."

Halfway through hearing this, Ignatius' heart froze.

His real name is not Dalot Evans!

I really want to read like this, but I lie when I swear! He will surely die without a place of burial!

However, if you read your real name...the identity of the descendant of the Abraham family, you will be "mainly entertained" by any official Beyonder!

This is also something that has been repeatedly taught by the family.

- Never reveal Abraham's real name to anyone who is not Abraham.

It will be miserable!

It will be worse than being known by others that he is an "apprentice"!

Igna swallowed, feeling that at this moment he was in a dilemma, and he was in a dilemma.

At this moment, the sword in his hand once again transmitted an icy aura.

Once again, the apprehension and anxiety in his heart were eased.

Igna suddenly calmed down again.

Since it is an oath to the gods, it should be sincere.

Ignat then solemnly recited the oath in his very jerky Hermes language, but replaced the part of his name with his real name.

—Igna Abraham.

As the last voice fell, Igna vaguely felt that he seemed to have established a subtle connection with the sword and the existence behind it. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

"Is this all right?" Igna asked.

"Yes." The blonde-brown-haired Cesima looked at Igna with a darker expression.

He drew a starry night on his chest, and then he whispered, but solemnly said, "Praise the goddess."

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Nagging about this passage of description and narrative.

First of all, praise the goddess!

Secondly, the appearance and status of Lord Cesima, and the style of weapons he holds are mainly referenced from Chapter 166 "Investigation" of The Clown in the first volume of "The Lord of Mysteries". For the steps, atmosphere, and environment of swearing, refer to Chapter 167 "Holy Objects" in the same volume.

Although in the timeline at this time, Lord Sesima should have been promoted to the Night's Watch (see Volume VI Light Chaser, Chapter 115 Warrior), but his physical features have not theoretically changed much, and This time, the mission is to confirm the attitude of the goddess. Therefore, only a little other description was added in addition to the characteristics of the spirit witch, and it also carried the sacred relic of the goddess. The overall situation is still the same as that of Sequence 5.

(P.S and I read it together, the squid didn't directly say it was dead, it just didn't die.)

In addition, Igna and Xiao Ke's reactions are the same because - I think the Goddess Sword is the same for any non-demigod. It's not logical to change it. Since they both swore to the goddess, they both borrowed the same sacred object. It can’t be because the same person does the experiment, the experimental steps are the same, and the experimental materials are similar, the results of the experiment are different, right?

Again, I really like the Nighthawks team so much, I must write them well in the text, and I must have fun! (Otherwise, why do I write a fan, I must satisfy all the difficulties!)

Finally, praise the goddess!