Chapter 102

The phantom on the sword disappeared in a flash.

On the bright sword surface, with the instant change of light and shadow, Candela's reflection disappeared without a trace.

But Lin Jie is sure that he is absolutely not dazzled.

So... ghosts?

He leaned back slightly, turned the sword body calmly, and looked at the sword inscription on it again, the feeling of inexplicable familiarity increased instead of diminished.

Some information came to mind naturally, as if he should have known it in the first place.

For example, this sword should have been inserted in the sword pool in the center of the hall with the white dome. For example, it is the holy sword of Alfreds, and together with the crown made of laurel branches, it constitutes a symbol of royal power.

When he just woke up from a dream last time, looking at this long sword, he had the illusion that he had once held it to fight in the battlefield, and had the illusion of a sword skill that has been honed...

At this moment, this illusion is no longer an illusion, because he has even mastered a strange language that he has never been exposed to without a teacher.

Lin Jie knew that there might be a more reasonable explanation for this situation, such as acquired savant syndrome.

But he hadn't been sap'd lately, and he was sure his brain was intact.

And the case of suddenly mastering the language must have been learned or exposed to the language, so this situation does not apply to him now.

Lin Jie suddenly remembered that Kendela gave him something at that time——

laurels!

His eyes fell on his wrist, but he didn't find anything strange.

"Yes, if there is, it should have been discovered a few days ago."

Lin Jie touched his wrist, not knowing whether to breathe a sigh of relief or regret.

"However, in this way, I inadvertently gave him a 'supersedation' in the dream?"

"Combined with Kendela's performance at the time, he should be a ghost attached to the sword because of his obsession, not a simple dream as I thought at first."

"Hmm... Maybe this holy sword of the Kingdom of Alfreds has been handed down for a long time and has become the ancestral sword of the Joseph family, or their family has the mission of guarding this sword so that ghosts won't cause trouble In the human world, they themselves have forgotten, but after being transferred to me, Candela has the power to affect dreams."

"But he acted quite friendly. Even the deepest resentment, after such a long time, probably there is not much left, and the last bit of obsession was cured by my chicken soup."

Lin Jie looked at the sword in his hand and pondered: "The most important thing Kendela gave me in the end is neither the holy sword nor the laurel crown, but his life that I experienced in my dream..."

This ancient ghost chose this way to pass on everything in the entire kingdom.

"The only question is how much is real and how much is false that materializes in the dream."

Lin Jie remembered the process of Candela learning all kinds of knowledge and swordsmanship from court teachers when he was young, but some of the "divine arts", "spells" and the part where he challenged the gods at the end were vague.

Does this mean that Azir once had a mythical era, but now with the demise of those ancient kingdoms, there is no trace.

Or, these things are all hidden...

Lin Jie rubbed his chin, it seems that the History of the Rise and Fall of Alfreds must be acquired.

It's just that scholar organization that I've never heard of, where is it?

...

Colin carefully took out the prepared "holy water" and sprinkled some on the four corners of the room and the door.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the holy water, he took a deep breath, and while chanting the mantra silently, he stretched out his hand and drew an arc from his forehead to his right arm and then to his chest.

——This is the prayer posture of the Dome Church, which symbolizes the blessing of the moon.

"Thanks to the moon..."

After Colin finished everything, he let out a trembling breath, feeling that he was indeed much better, both physically and mentally.

Thanks to Father Vincent's holy water formula, his sleeping state has improved a lot in the past few days, and his nervousness and anxiety have also decreased a lot.

Colin's face twitched slightly, the only downside was... a bit expensive.

But it's all worth it!

"How are those idiots doing now? They didn't listen to my dissuasion, and called me a lunatic! I'll let you have a taste of it later..."

Colin looked out through the crack of the shop window, complaining bitterly, with a mixture of hope and gloating.

He hoped that these three guys with the words "disdain" written in their eyes would be dealt with, and he also hoped that they could really solve the current situation.

If, if the police officers of the Central Police Station can use their arrogant "nobility" to get rid of the evil spirit next door, then... then he can be considered a lunatic once.

They have guns, guns, kill that horrible evil spirit! Make sure you don't frighten him any more!

Colin quietly lifted the blinds and looked at the door of the nearby shop.

However, he saw the bookstore's door open, and another handsome blond young man walked out, holding the three police officers who had just walked into the bookstore.

Head drooping, I don't know if it was caused by coma or other drugs.

The blond young man has a very righteous temperament, and at the same time, he has a sense of authority in his gestures. Colin has seen such people, but they are all on TV, so he is sure that this young man must also be from the Central District.

However, when the young man brought out the three guys who were definitely tortured to death by the evil spirits, the expression on his face turned out to be respectful!

"Oh my God, how could the people in the Central Police Station be like this, how could they have such an attitude...their people were injured, and they didn't ask at all? He must be under control!"

Colin shuddered, slammed down the blinds, took two steps back, and desperately sprinkled holy water on the windows.

"Moon, please protect me, listen to my prayers, and give me peace..."

"Father Vincent, where are you? Come and save me!"

...

Vincent was on his way at this time.

He glanced at the information address on the communicator again, and confirmed that he only needed to walk another six kilometers to reach his destination, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Because it happened that the new apostle of the diocese took office, the priest of the diocese had to go and accept the teaching and baptism of the new apostle. He delayed a lot of help messages, so he could only give guidance through the air in the form of text messages.

Fortunately, now that he has rushed back, he still has time to perform the exorcism.

At the same time, he couldn't help but worry.

"Hopefully this time it's really evil...and not just a mental problem caused by lack of sleep."

He would receive about four or five messages for help in the diocese a month, but the real evil was often only one-tenth or even less.

Therefore, he has developed the habit of asking the caller to prepare the holy water first every time.

The effect of expelling evil is real, but the main effect is to improve the quality of sleep... The effect is so good that many help-seekers feel that the evil has disappeared after using it two or three times. Much appreciated.