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"What's the matter, my daughter?"

Even with a relatively homely dress style, even with a more relaxed expression and a more refined temperament, the head of the academic school still carries an unspoken and unquestionable authority.

On the morning after the secret seminar that night, he left Janus after meeting several important guests, and did not say hello to Roy.

If you have no abnormal circumstances, even if there are some subtle grievances caused by my engagement in the theater chain business, even if I maintain the style of authoritative parents, it is a trivial matter.Roy sighed inwardly, recalling again the monotonous atmosphere without discussion and interaction when talking about "atonal music" after the show that day.

She first tried to ask:

"Is mom there?"

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

Roy can only consider the order of explanation of a few things in his mind:

"Aunt Hermosa is dead."

McAdam's eyes became sharper, and the same blue pupils met Roy, making her feel like lightning suddenly shining through, too dazzling to dare to look at.

As Roy's escort, Hermosa 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 Society." She couldn't help but add details.

"The reason for speculation?"

"A note from Bishop Lavoisier."

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

The sharp light in his eyes has faded, but his expression is always as gloomy as a river in the twilight.

"Perhaps Mr. Priest 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, Puntua On the way, he has been cooperating, arresting, persuading, punishing people who have an affair with the Descending Society, and collecting relevant key information, for example, Sylvia, for example, In the Abnormal Zone, we also encountered a church air strike related to the 'worm'. At least, this shows that the infiltration situation in the Western Continent is not optimistic, so it is inferred 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 understanding, just now."

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

The appearance of a newly promoted strongman at the first level of understanding is indeed difficult to offset the haze brought about by the death of the third level of understanding. Moreover, she is my aunt, and my father's sister Roy has always been watching his 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 condensed, and the interval between words and sentences was dragged quite long:
"Before you left the Northern Continent, your inspiration didn't reach the limit of high rank."

"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 thought there would be at least one line of praise before falling back to the tricky situation at hand with a "you're great, but..." kind of transition.

Compared with the ardent expectations he had been given before and after graduation, his father's words made Roy, who had become a master, feel a gap and separation, but it seemed to be a little bit of a relief on more important things.

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

"I heard a "Mass in B Minor" on the baptismal festival, and I reached the limit of high rank."

"The technique of appreciation was taught by Mr. Fanning."

"In addition, the preparatory part is also a reminder from Bishop Lavoisier."

She answered calmly as if reporting work.

"He told you that Hermosa will die soon?" McAdam moved his lips, but no smile came out.

"I had a confession with Mr. Father, which was actually a combination of conferences, interviews, and questions. He used the 'secret of lighting', saying that there was 'a remarkable thing', 'a terrible thing' and 'a It's a good thing'. The latter suggested that I stay in San Porto for a period of time, and I can tune the spiritual state in advance."

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

Roy skipped a lot of details, but the key nodes are all in line with the real situation.

Seeing her father falling into a longer period of bowing his head and silence, she spoke again to actively resolve the passivity:
"Dad, I have a question."

"What's the problem?" McAdam looked up.

"The Church of the Holy Sun focuses on 'candles', and some priests master the 'secret of lighting'. They are good at enlightening and driving away darkness, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and guiding the way forward. This is similar to the divination-like secret arts involving 'transformation' Therefore, can our school use similar abilities to avoid such tragic events in the future as much as possible?"

When Roy asked in this way, her motivation for the last sentence was her real thought, but overall, it implied another meaning, that is, it was reasonable to argue that Bishop Lavoisier could make such an instruction.

And, she wanted to lay the groundwork for the demands of the trip's final plans.

"No, they do have links, but they're not comparable on the same level."

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

"The 'Secret of Illumination' was first summed up by San Sebastian, and it can represent the core secrets and main authority of 'Candle'. Although sometimes it is not specific enough to provide a methodology that can be implemented immediately, but its The accuracy of the general direction is very high, even if you look at things with extremely high levels, you can still get enlightenment from extremely important historical processes."

"However, divination-like secrets, the prediction and manipulation of luck and probability, are only a branch of 'Yan', not the core secret transmission and the main authority. Although the results of divination are very practical and operable, and the previous Human beings have developed some wonderful combined usages, but generally speaking, they are still partial, trivial, easily disturbed, and prone to misinterpretation.”

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

"How to induce, summarize and express the higher nature of 'Yan' remains to be explored by future generations. On the road to witness this feat, the McAdam family should occupy a place."

"The secret of the end."

"Mr. F may use this translated name to describe what he saw in the high place of 'Yan'."

The strange low sound of wind and water reverberated, and in the cylindrical pool filled with dark red liquid, He Meng and Gang had died, the ball of light had fallen into the "back room" below, and "Sylvia" had escaped for a long time. Mr. Wax still sat on one of the steps of the spiral staircase.

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

He was wearing a nostalgic denim double-breasted dress, short straight hair, gray gloves, steel-toed boots, a tough and cold face, and 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, deduce, and summarize some of his abilities, and I haven't had time to report to you."

Mr. Wax looked at a harmonica with messy graffiti on it.

".The secret of the end. Such an essential and inductive name is far from the 'Jhin' you studied. May I ask how Mr. Poglerich deduced it?"

"Create your own key."

Poglerich took a step forward and walked down the pool step by step along the spiral.