Chapter 106

"Google."

Vincent clearly heard the slight sound of swallowing saliva from his throat to his ears. At this moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

He looked at the silver holy emblem handed to him and the smiling face of the owner of the bookstore, but he didn't dare to reach out to take it.

He was wrong! Big mistake!

The problem is the owner of this bookstore, not this bookstore or other extraordinary creatures!

Vincent had seen the creation methods commonly used by dark wizards in the church's library.

Among the gargoyle, at least hundreds of souls are imprisoned, as its core driving force, it has a powerful force.

He could almost intuitively feel that as long as the gargoyle "activates" him, he will surely die!

In the "Eye of the Moon", each of these resentful spirits was a transcendent in their lifetime, and they all died in extreme pain and resentment. They were half-fused into an individual, and after gathering a huge amount of energy, they were trapped here again. The stone statue became the will of the stone statue.

This is a skill that only high-level dark wizards can do.

And the black wizard who made this gargoyle must be extremely cruel, ruthless, and must be a murderous executioner.

But no matter who the maker of this gargoyle is, anyway, the owner of the bookstore who owns it must... must be at least a destructive level transcendent!

And that creepy rose gave Vincent a feeling of facing the abyss. It was like a greedy mouth, longing to devour something... Once it was swallowed, there would be nothing left. I can't come back.

Vincent was far more afraid of this rose than the gargoyle.

"What's the matter, Father?"

Lin Jie looked at the blindfolded father who didn't move in surprise, wondering why the other party didn't answer, but after thinking about it, the other party was a blind person, so it was really not good to pass it in the air like this, so he put it on the table, deliberately making out With a soft voice, he said: "Then I'll put it here, you can take it yourself."

He turned and said casually: "Your complexion looks a little bad, are you okay?"

"……fine."

Vincent forced a thin smile, took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said slightly tremblingly: "Maybe it's caused by lack of sleep. I came here recently, and I didn't sleep a few times on the way. Good sleep."

His eyes fell on the holy emblem on the counter, and he swallowed back the grief in his heart.

Now the only available spell-casting props are already in the hands of the other party, so the phrase "get it yourself" is definitely a deterrent and provocation.

However, the sad thing is that, as a priest who is not good at fighting, without the holy emblem as an aid, Vincent didn't even dare to try to get back the holy emblem that was placed there, and a trace of despair appeared in his heart.

He couldn't help but think to himself, what does this bookstore owner, an absolute high-level powerhouse, really want?

Lin Jie said: "Hey, this is a big problem. Colin really went too far this time - I don't know how such a misunderstanding came about. It's really causing trouble for others."

He said with some helplessness and hope: "But now I'm better, please tell him the whole situation truthfully. I'm not some evil spirit. I hope this nonsensical misunderstanding can be resolved quickly."

You may not be an evil spirit, but you must be a more terrifying existence than an evil spirit!

Vincent shouted in his heart, his throat was tight, and his whole body was trembling slightly—not that he was so timid, but that amidst the constant tension, the feeling of palpitation and panic suddenly surged like a shadow again. up.

He couldn't describe this feeling, but he could tell the difference from his own emotions at the moment.

It's a feeling that's more physical than psychological.

Accompanied by the sweat on the back and forehead, the heavy panting that makes the lungs twitch slightly, the rapid heartbeat, the slight moisture at the tip of the nose, and the fear that makes the skin itchy and numb like ants.

And the hallucinatory sparkling white light in front of my eyes.

After being seduced and amplified by the current emotion, it becomes uncomfortable, more intense than before, causing muscles to tense and even showing signs of spasm.

Breathing, breathing...too short and fast, heart and lungs are hurting, wanting to...smoke...

Vincent's fingers twitched involuntarily, coughed heavily, and quickly reached out to take out the pack of cigarettes that had been crumpled by him.

Then, like grabbing a life-saving straw, he pulled out one and wanted to ignite it.

A strange eagerness made him forget for a short while the owner of the bookstore who was "watching" in front of him, and nodded while staring at the cigarette in his hand: "I will... I will explain it to Colin, I believe, he will definitely understand You'll have fresh ideas."

When I saw the cigarettes, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and my thinking restarted.

The owner of the bookstore probably wants to hide his identity from his neighbors. As long as he agrees to help conceal his identity, he won't be "silenced"... But will the Secret Ritual Tower and Truth ignore such an existence?

Does he need to report to the church?

"Crack! Crack!"

Vincent was thinking while talking, the match trembled twice but did not light up.

At this time, Lin Jie reminded in a low voice: "Father, smoking is prohibited in the bookstore."

Vincent was taken aback, because the tone was very severe, which reminded him of the experience of being reprimanded by the old priest in the magic class when he was a child.

"Sorry!" He put the cigarette back at a loss, and looked up to see the bookstore owner with a very ugly face looking at him.

At a loss, it suddenly turned into panic.

Vincent's hands and feet were weak and his scalp was numb: "I'm very sorry! I don't know, I just..."

"You just can't help yourself, can you?"

Lin Jie crossed his hands against his chin, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and said word by word: "Do you often feel uneasy recently, sweating in your sleep, emotional ups and downs, often trembling uncontrollably, feeling that your breathing is restricted?" Suppressed, convulsed, and, in particular, eager to-"

Lin Jie pointed to the cigarette that had been folded in his hand: "Smoking?"

The expression on his face changed from Vincent's trembling and panting strangely to a bit dignified, and he re-examined the priest sitting across from him.

Ever since Vincent entered the bookstore, he had already noticed that the other party's mental state was not very good, but he thought it was just a simple bad state, which was caused by lack of sleep or high work pressure.

However, as the conversation progressed, he frequently took a closer look at the other party's various subtle performances. Until now, when Vincent took out the cigarette, he was basically sure.

The priest in front of me is an addict!

But he didn't notice it himself, and he looked very dazed, which shows that he was probably framed by someone!

Vincent stared blankly at the cigarette in his hand.

Lin Jie had deep eyes and asked meaningfully, "Father, where did the cigarette in your hand come from?"