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"What's the matter, my daughter?"

Even if he wears a relatively homely style of clothing, even if his expression is more relaxed and his temperament is more refined, the leader of the academic sect still carries an unspoken and unquestionable authority.

The morning after the secret seminar that night, he left Janus after meeting with several important guests, without saying hello to Roy again.

If there are no unusual circumstances, even if I have some subtle problems with my theater chain business, even if I continue to be an authoritative parent, it will be a trivial matter. Roy sighed secretly, recalling once again the monotonous atmosphere with no discussion and interactivity when talking about "atonal music" after the show that day.

She first tried to ask:

"Is mom here?"

"Just tell me directly." McAdam sat down at the desk.

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Roy could only consider the order of explanation of several things in his mind:

"Aunt Hermosa is dead."

McAdam's eyes became sharp, and the same blue pupils met Roy's, making her feel like lightning suddenly shone through, so dazzling that she didn't dare to look closely.

Hermosa, as Roy's chaperone, was specially arranged by him. Of course, the other party also expressed his willingness to go to the Western Continent for a period of time.

"I found it in the bedroom on the second floor of the villa in the middle of the night today. I instinctively wanted to go there and have a look, and I haven't seen it for a day or two. There is a spiritual wall in the room. It is of a higher level, but it is already thin, so it was not until the time of the accident that it happened. It should be earlier. The degree of decomposition of the corpse does not match the temperature. It is speculated that the accident happened in the dream, maybe related to the 'worm' or the Divine Advent Society." She couldn't help but add details.

"Speculation reason?"

“A tip from Bishop Lavoisier.”

"Bishop Lavoisier? The author of "Mass in B Minor", the priest who injured Owen before he was born and sent him to the hospital. He was revered by the Janus people as the reincarnation of the ancient monk. He has now left to pursue the 'God's Theme'?" McAdam succinctly listed his major achievements, which clearly attracted his attention for more than a month.

The sharpness in his eyes had faded, but his expression remained as gloomy as the river water at dusk.

"Originally, maybe Mr. Father would also attend the secret seminar, but in the end the itinerary passed you by." Roy slowly narrated, "Before he left Janus, I was in San Porto and Pontua. On the way, he has been assisting in arresting, admonishing, punishing people who have affairs with the Divine Advent Society, and collecting relevant key information, such as Sylvia, for example, abnormality District, we have also encountered a church air raid related to the 'Worm'. At least, this shows that the infiltration situation in the Western Continent is not optimistic, so we can infer that Aunt Hermosa's death is related to it."

"How is it handled now?" McAdam said after a moment of silence.

"It hasn't been processed yet."

"Then what were you doing before and after? Who did you meet?"

"I was promoted to the first level of Deep Dawn just now."

The president, who was sitting on the armchair, sat up straight in an instant. After a long time, he slowly leaned back again.

The appearance of a new powerful person of the first level of Xu Xiao is indeed difficult to offset the gloomy atmosphere brought by the death of the third level of Xu Xiao. Moreover, she is my aunt, and my father's sister Roy is always watching her father's every move. .

In terms of actions alone, she didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's reaction.

McAdam's tone was serious, and the intervals between words were long:

"Before leaving the Northern Continent, your inspiration did not reach the high-level limit."

"And you started preparing for the tribute session through the 'Gate of Fantasy' more than two days ago."

"That is, from the night I left Janus."

"So, why?"

I expected at least a compliment, and then a transition back to the tricky situation, like "You're great, but".

Compared with the ardent expectations he had been given before and after graduation, his father's words made Roy, who became a Seeker, feel somewhat disparate and separated, but it seemed to make him feel a little relieved about more important things.

Maybe Aunt Hermosa is just an exception, and the penetration of the Divine Advent Society in the Northern Continent or the Bologna School is not as bad as imagined.

“I listened to the Mass in B minor on the Baptismal Festival, and I reached the upper limit.”

"Appreciation skills were taught by Mr. Fan Ning."

“In addition, the preparatory phase is also a reminder of Bishop Lavoisier.”

She answered calmly as if reporting on work.

"He told you that Hermosa would die in the near future?" McAdam twitched the corners of his mouth, but no smile came out.

"I had a confession with the priest. It was actually a combination of consultation, interview and asking questions. He used the 'secret of illumination' and said that there was 'an extraordinary thing', 'a terrifying thing' and 'a terrible thing'. To my advantage, the latter suggested that I stay in San Pelto for a while so that I could adjust my spiritual state in advance.”

"Of course, I didn't know anything specific in advance. I just thought that there would be no loss and the cost would not be big, so I tried to do it. In fact, I was panicked and confused for more than ten minutes until I found the body in the bedroom. Then I suddenly realized that what Father Lavoisier meant by 'a good thing' was actually this."

Roy skipped many details, but the key nodes were consistent with the real situation.

Seeing her father hanging his head and remaining silent for a longer period of time, she spoke again to take the initiative to resolve the passive situation:

"Dad, I have a question."

"What's the problem?" McAdam raised his head.

"The Holy Sun Church specializes in 'candles'. Some priests master the 'secret of illumination' and are good at enlightening light and dispelling darkness, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and guiding the way forward. This is similar to the divination secrets involving 'evolution'. So, can our school use similar abilities to try to avoid such tragic events in the future? "

Roy asked this question, and her last sentence was motivated by her true thoughts, but overall, it also implied a meaning, that is, it was reasonable to prove that Bishop Lavoisier could give such an instruction.

Moreover, she wanted to pave the way for the final planned demands of the trip.

"No, they do have related parts, but they are not comparable at the same level."

McAdam shook his head, his face still gloomy, but he gave a rough answer.

"The 'Secret of Illumination' was first summarized and summarized by Saint Sebastian. It is the core secret transmission and main authority that can represent the 'Candle'. Although sometimes it is not specific enough to provide a methodology that can be implemented immediately, its The accuracy of the general direction is very high, even if it examines extremely high-level things and extremely important historical processes, it can still be enlightened.”

"But the secret arts of divination, the prediction and manipulation of luck and probability, are only a branch of 'Yan', and are not the core secret transmission and the main authority. Although the results of divination are very practical and operable, and they are not People have developed some wonderful combinations of uses, but overall, they are still very partial, very trivial, easy to be interfered with, and prone to misunderstanding.”

"At least, judging from the handwriting of MacAdam's ancestors who once ascended higher, the transformation relationship between material energy and spiritual energy is closer to the core authority of 'Yan' than 'luck and probability'."

"How the higher nature of 'Yan' should be summarized, summarized and expressed remains to be explored by future generations. The McAdam family deserves a place on the road to witnessing this feat."

"The Secret of the End."

"Mr. F may use this translation to describe what he saw from the heights of 'Yan'."

Weird low sounds of wind and water echoed. In the cylindrical pool filled with dark red liquid, He Meng and Gang were dead. The ball of light had fallen into the "back room" below. "Sylvia" had been escaping for a long time. Mr. Wax was still sitting on one of the spiral steps.

But the source of this voice was another gentleman standing in front of the wheelchair.

He was wearing a nostalgic denim-colored double-breasted tuxedo, short straight hair, gray gloves, and steel-toed boots. His face was resolute and cold, and he held an empty scabbard in his left hand.

"I have also studied the true knowledge of 'Yan' like this person, so I was able to investigate, infer, and summarize some of his abilities. I haven't had time to report to you yet."

Mr. Wax looked at a harmonica with messy graffiti in his hand.

"The Secret of the End. Such an essential and inductive name is far from the 'Jhin' you studied. How did Mr. Pogorelic deduce it?"

"Create your own key."

Pogorelic stepped forward and walked along the spiral steps toward the bottom of the pool.