Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 112 111 The Echo of Good Luck

Feng Xiuhu calmed down and sat back next to Mike without saying a word.

The initiation ceremony almost ended in bloodshed, and Feng Xiuhu felt it necessary to reflect on it.

He felt that he was indeed too noble and incompatible with this despicable world, which was why there were always people who were short-sighted enough to tease him.

Mike sat in the chair next to him with his neck hunched, pretending nothing had happened.

Seeing that Konate Chen and Yukhu had walked up to the podium and announced the start of the initiation ceremony, Feng Xiuhu couldn't help feeling annoyed.

He tried to ask Mike about the process, but was interrupted halfway through, leaving him still in the dark.

Blame it on Paul.

Now that the Cardinal was watching, Feng Xiuhu had no choice but to keep the account in mind for the time being and settle it with Paul later.

Konate Chen was giving a speech on the stage, mostly praising the God of Mist and encouraging the deacons.

Feng Xiuhu nudged Mike with his elbow and started gossiping, "Is this normal? Why is the Cardinal Elder here? Has it been like this before?"

Mike looked at his nose and his nose at his heart, as if he was listening devoutly to Konate Chen's teachings, and ignored Feng Xiuhu at all.

Feng Xiuhu persisted: "Tofferson Zhao is here too. Did you see him just now?"

Mike swallowed, but still didn't respond.

Feng Xiuhu said, "Do you believe I will report you for cheating?"

Mike shuddered, his eyes fixed but his lips moving as he quickly explained, "In the past, only two bishops presided over the ceremony. Archbishop Toverson wouldn't come, and the Cardinal Elder certainly wouldn't show up."

"To put it bluntly, the initiation ceremony is not worth their attention at all."

Hearing Mike say this, Feng Xiuhu immediately became alert.

These two old men were most likely coming for him.

The speech on stage ended and the next part began.

Konate Chen and Yukhu gave up the podium.

Feng Xiuhu saw four Divine Guards carrying something out from the backstage. The object was covered with red velvet, and it was unclear what was inside, but the outline was square, like a tall cabinet.

The Divine Guards carried the things to the middle of the podium and put them down. Yukhu and Konate Chen stepped forward, one on each side, and carefully lifted the velvet cloth.

When the thing was revealed, Feng Xiuhu was stunned - it turned out to be a telephone booth.

Its main body is a wooden structure painted dark red, but there are large hollow patterns on the doors on both sides and the front. The hollows are closed with glass, so the furnishings inside can be clearly seen.

Inside the phone booth, against the innermost wall stood a narrow table with intricate patterns, and on the table was an extremely gorgeous rotary phone. The phone was pure white with gold edges, like a work of art.

Feng Xiuhu also noticed that the patterns engraved on the walls of the telephone booth, both inside and outside, were not ordinary - they were clearly cleverly arranged runes.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you calling?"

Mike glanced at him and said, "It's just a magical tool to verify your faith."

Just at this moment, the first deacon whose name was called went up.

Feng Xiuhu watched while Mike explained in a low voice.

The deacon came to Yukhu first, bowed to him, opened the door and entered the phone booth.

He closed the phone booth, stood inside, took a deep breath nervously, and then picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

The deacon's lips moved, but the phone booth was so soundproofed that no one could hear what he was saying.

Feng Xiuhu asked Mike, "Who's on the other end of the phone?" Mike was also a little nervous at this time - it would be strange if a cheater wasn't nervous.

Mike replied, "I told you, no one's there. This is just a magical device. When you pick up the receiver, the call will be connected directly, but there's no one on the other end. At this time, you just need to recite a prayer to praise the God of Mist, and you will see..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiuhu saw it.

The entire telephone booth lit up with a bright light, emitting a holy halo, and as the deacon spoke on the phone for a longer time, the halo slowly became brighter.

This situation did not last long. After a moment, the deacon was suddenly stunned and stopped reciting the prayer.

The halo then dimmed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The deacon silently put the receiver back and walked out through the door.

Mike continued, "The longer the call, the brighter the light, which means the stronger your faith. Depending on the strength of your faith, the call will be hung up at different times. When it is hung up, the test is over."

Feng Xiuhu nodded in understanding.

The deacon who had finished the inspection walked up to Youkehu, made a note on the notebook, and then motioned the deacon to go behind him - it seemed that he had passed.

Feng Xiuhu looked thoughtful, trying to figure out the principle behind this magical weapon.

Since the call is connected, there must be talented people on both ends. This is only natural.

Moreover, the longer the call, the more pious it represents. How is this logical?
It’s as if the person on the other end of the phone can tell whether he’s a die-hard fan of the God of Mist just by the sound of his voice—what if he finds the voice unpleasant and just hangs up the phone?
At this moment, Eclipse in my mind suddenly spoke.

"That fake foreigner next to you only has a vague understanding and isn't getting to the point."

The fake foreigner refers to Mike.

Feng Xiuhu covered his mouth with one hand and pretended to observe the ceremony seriously: "What do you know?"

Shi said in a deep voice, "What you are seeing now are actually two magical instruments. One is the telephone booth, and the other is the telephone."

"The function of the telephone booth is to embody the concentration of faith. As for the telephone—it is actually a replica of a divine artifact called 'Echo of Good Luck'."

"Good luck?" Feng Xiuhu was stunned. He remembered that "good luck" was one of the powers of the God of Mist.

Eclipse continued, "Almost every Grand Cathedral in the Mist has a set of these two magical instruments. Besides testing faith, they can also be used to communicate with other Grand Cathedrals in a timely manner. They can even communicate directly with angels when necessary."

"Can't we just call the God of Mist directly?" Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but ask.

Eclipse replied, "No, because the true 'Echo of Good Luck' is in the hands of the Goddess of Good Luck. She is one of the Goddesses of the Mist, and the most special of all the Goddesses of the Mist."

"Remember what I said? The God of Mist only holds a small portion of the power of 'Good Luck', because most of it is in the hands of the God of Good Luck."

Feng Xiuhu spoke up for the God of Mist: "Is he planning a rebellion?"

Eclipse didn't bother to pay attention to him and continued, "That fake foreigner is wrong here. There's something wrong on the other end of the phone."

"Through the magic circle in the phone booth, the receiver is pointing to a spirit of the God of Good Luck. This spirit has no self-awareness and only uses the magic circle's reverse guidance to test the target's highest concentration of faith."

"So, reciting prayers is actually very necessary. When you recite prayers, you can gradually increase the concentration of your faith in your subconscious mind. As long as it continues to increase, the test will not stop, and the call will not end. And as long as the call does not end, the light will become stronger and stronger."

"But when that spirit discovers that the target's faith concentration is no longer increasing, it will immediately end the call."

Snapped.

Feng Xiuhu slapped his forehead and said, "That's it! I forgot to bring my hymn book—what if I can't recite a single word?"

PS: If you really can’t recite it, just freestyle it. No one outside can hear it anyway.

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(End of this chapter)