The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

The road signs on the wall are written in Hebrew and Arabic, which increases the possibility of getting lost.

At this time, just follow the tour guide.

Jacob, who was following the tour group, was not in a hurry. After all, he was just trying his luck, and he didn't think his guess could be confirmed.

After all, there are so many smart people in the world. It is impossible that he is the only one who can think of this, and it is impossible that he is the only one who comes here to try his luck. Maybe someone has already explored this place from top to bottom.

So Jacob came here with the mentality of traveling, just to broaden his horizons.

A famous Christian holy site, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre is not grand or tall, and even a little gray, but you can feel the changes of history and the power of time from it.

Because the architectural styles in the courtyard are not uniform, the colors and materials used are not exactly the same, it can be seen that these are buildings from different periods.

As a history student, Jacob naturally knew why. In that era, there were many wars and the church was destroyed and rebuilt several times, which led to the inconsistent style.

However, the main structure of the current church belongs to the style of the Crusades era, and it has been preserved as such.

After entering the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, you have entered the holy place of Christianity. It is said that this is the tomb of Jesus, the place where Jesus was martyred, buried, and resurrected.

This is also the most sacred place of pilgrimage for Christians.

After following the tour group in, Jacob quietly stood at the end of the group. He was ready to leave the group and go for a walk alone.

As long as he calculates the time well and returns to the team when the team is about to leave, he can do it without anyone noticing.

Anyway, you don’t know me and I don’t know you in the tour group, so even if one person is missing, no one would notice.

Thinking of this, Jacob quietly fell behind the team, and then got farther and farther away, until he turned a corner and left the team directly.

This place is so small, and even though he wanted to walk around on his own, there wasn't actually much to see.

Part of the mottled stone wall in the courtyard has been weathered to a yellow earth color, but the interior of the church is still sacred and magnificent. Although there are traces of time, they are not as obvious as the exterior.

"What went wrong?" Jacob walked inside the church, thinking about his bold guess.

If myths are all true, then where did all the gods and goddesses of various mythological systems go? Let’s not talk about Mesopotamian mythology, let’s just talk about Egyptian mythology.

Why is there no trace of the most powerful sun god Ra? In Egyptian mythology, Ra is the highest-ranking god.

If the reason is that the gods disappeared because of the disappearance of faith, then it can explain part of the story, but if this reason is used as a basis, more problems will emerge.

Why would vampires be revived? Why haven't the other two sects, which are considered the world's three major religions, made any moves so far?

If it is due to faith, although it can be used as a reference, it cannot be used as the main theme. There must be other reasons.

And as Jacob was thinking and strolling, he unknowingly came to the holy stone.

Legend has it that Jesus was taken down from the cross and lay on this slab of stone, where he was anointed with holy oil. His blood seeped into the cracks in the stone, leaving a permanent crimson mark on the marble.

Regardless of whether the legend is true or not, this holy stone still attracts many believers, and the stone patterns on it are indeed like blood threads.

Chapter 372 Ring

Looking at the shiny holy stone in front of him, Jacob did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he knelt down and worshiped it like a devout believer, rubbing his cheek against it.

Although he had many suspicions in his heart, it did not stop him from doing so.

There is a huge golden mural on the entire wall behind the holy stone, depicting the entire process of Jesus' crucifixion, and the golden background seems to be shining.

Jacob stayed for a moment, but did not stay here for too long. He did not have much time, so he quickly left the holy stone.

Jacob was touring the place on his own and guessing in his mind, walking and stopping from time to time, and then he was suddenly stopped by a long queue.

The team lined up in front of a small entrance, in front of which was the chapel-like Holy Sepulchre. A group of believers were waiting outside to enter the Holy Sepulchre because only one person could enter at a time.

Jacob looked around and didn't find the tour group he had left at the beginning, so he lined up here by himself. There were many people in the line and it might take a while.

After a while, the people in front had finished visiting the holy tomb one after another, and the people behind were able to move forward and pay homage to this sacred place.

Jacob, who was somewhat bored of waiting, waited for a long time and finally it was his turn.

Jacob, who was a little impatient, immediately entered the Holy Sepulchre through the entrance after the person before him came out. The Holy Sepulchre was not big, so the tour could be completed quickly.

However, the holy tomb was not as magnificent as he had imagined. Although the atmosphere was full and even the candles used for sacrifice were engraved with religious patterns, it still revealed traces of human intervention everywhere.

But soon, a small object placed on the altar of the Ascension of Jesus caught his attention.

It was a round ring with strange patterns on it. There were seven capital letters on the outer circle and a strange, very curved symbol in the center.

The strange ring just lay there quietly, out of place with the surrounding religious offerings, as if someone had put it there secretly as a prank.

Who put this ring there? Jacob didn't know. He only knew that the moment he saw the ring, he was deeply attracted to it. The ring seemed to be saying to him, take me away~ take me away~

Before his brain could react, his body had already begun to act on its own, and when the cold touch of the ring was felt by the heat of his palm, Jacob suddenly woke up.

He really got the ring, no, he stole it!

He stole a ring offering from the statue of Jesus hanging on the altar of the Ascension.

Jacob's heart was pounding after doing something blasphemous. No one came over yet, which meant that no one saw his action just now. He wanted to put it back, but he was afraid of being caught when he put it back, and then he would not be able to explain himself, and...

Jacob held the ring tightly in his hand. The coldness of the ring gradually melted away under the temperature of his palm and slowly became tinged with his body temperature.

He didn't want to put it back. This was very strange. It was the first time he saw this ring, so why was he so obsessed with it? He wanted to possess it like a demon?

Jacob, fearing that someone might notice something was wrong, held the ring tightly in his hand as if it were some treasure, and hurried out of the Holy Sepulchre.

No one noticed, and Jacob was relieved.

In order to avoid being discovered for what he saw as abnormal, Jacob had no intention of continuing the tour. He did not even go to find his tour group. Instead, he left this sacred place and the Church of the Holy Sepulchre directly through the main entrance hall.

When Jacob breathed in the fresh air outside, he suddenly woke up. What was he doing? What he had just done was not like him at all. Instead, it was as if he was confused by something.

Jacob spread out his palms in horror, and the ring that had been covered tightly appeared in the sunlight again, and the silver-white ring reflected the sunlight.

But to Jacob, this light was undoubtedly the devil's grin. He wanted to throw away the ring, but his body was unable to do so.

After struggling for a moment, Jacob made up his mind and put the ring directly into his pocket, then hurriedly left the place.

Instead of returning to the hotel booked for them by the tour group, he found another hotel on his own and booked a new room.

After locking the door and making sure there were no hidden surveillance cameras in the house, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.

He didn't know why he was so nervous and acted like a guilty thief. He knew no one saw him, but he still couldn't stop feeling nervous.

After being stunned for a moment, Jacob took out the ring that attracted him so much from his pocket, but at this moment, the attraction of the ring seemed to disappear.

No matter how he looked at it, the attraction that had made him lose his mind before disappeared without a trace, and the ring seemed to have never changed and had always been an ordinary ring.

But Jacob knew that his previous madness was definitely due to the ring, otherwise he would never have done such a stealing thing.

Until this time, he had time to look at this strange ring.

The seven letters on the outer circle of the ring are VALEFOR, and in the center of these seven letters is a strange mark.

Jacob had never seen this crooked mark anywhere else. It looked neither like an abstract pattern nor like deliberately distorted letters.

"Walliver?"

Jacob was a little confused when he read the words on the ring. The letters sounded like a name, but he had never heard of the name Wallifer, and there was no one with this name in history.

"Who is Wallifer?"

Jacob looked at the ceiling through the ring. The inside of the ring was smooth and there was no strange sentence engraved on it.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly had an urge to put the ring on his hand.

I don't know what will happen, but it's just a wristband, so there shouldn't be any problem...right?

Jacob swallowed, took a deep breath, and gently put the ring on the index finger of his left hand as if he was performing some solemn ceremony.

And then... nothing happened. The ring was still the same ring. It did not suddenly grow thorns and pierce into the flesh of the finger.

"Huh~" Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt relieved, but for some reason, he also felt a slight sense of loss.

"Tsk, I'm such a bitch!"

Jacob suddenly reacted and cursed himself in a low voice, then sat up from the bed and looked at the ring again. It must be said that the ring really seemed to be destined for him, as it could perfectly fit the thickness of his finger.

After looking at it for a while, Jacob rubbed the ring on his left index finger with his right thumb. The letters on the ring seemed to become more shiny due to the friction.

"Walliver..."

"bass!"

Just as the name came out of Jacob's mouth, a magic circle flashing with bright light was suddenly outlined on the floor of the room.

The speed of outlining the magic circle was not slow. When he reacted, the magic circle had been outlined for more than half, and now only the most important pattern in the center had not yet appeared.

A few seconds later, in Jacob's astonished eyes, the last part of the center of the magic circle was the strange mark in the center of the ring. When the strange mark was completed, a figure suddenly emerged from the magic circle.

"Hello, my master."

Chapter 373 Valive

A well-mannered gentleman in a suit put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the still stunned Jacob, with a faint teasing smile on his face.

Looking at the elegant gentleman in front of him, Jacob was so frightened that he was speechless. Although he had a smart brain that was enough to remember most of the world history, he was still the same as an ordinary person when it came to emergencies.

The fact that he didn't scream out of fear now shows that he has a strong mental state.

Seeing Jacob stunned, the gentleman in the suit stopped talking, but straightened his posture and looked at him quietly with a slight smile.

When his suddenly blank brain gradually regained its ability to think, Jacob first quickly looked around and made sure that there was only him and the person who had just appeared in front of him.

Then he looked at the person in front of him carefully and asked, "Who are you? Who is the master you just called?"

Hearing this question, the gentleman in a suit first put one hand on his chest, bowed his head and said to Jacob: "My name is Valive, I am the Duke of Thieves, and you are the master who summoned me."

"Walliver?" Upon hearing this name, Jacob instantly thought of the ring on his hand. The word formed by the letters on it was the name Wallliver.

Did this man named Valif just say summoning? I summoned him with the ring, so he calls me master?

Rubbed the ring on his index finger, Jacob couldn't help but guess, and he also mentioned the thief and the duke, how did the thief and the duke come together?

There were so many strange questions that Jacob had a lot of questions in his mind that he wanted to ask, but he would not be so reckless until he thoroughly understood the person in front of him.

One problem may cost a year of life, or even more than a year.

But if he really didn't ask anything, wouldn't that be even more troublesome? Not to mention Valive's specific identity, just the fact that he summoned Valive, it would be impossible for him not to know anything.

After comprehensive consideration, Jacob asked the most important question: "What is the price of being your master? What is the price of asking questions?"

"Hmm..." Hearing this question, Wallifer raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect Jacob to ask such a question, but as a summoned familiar, he would naturally tell the summoner all the secrets or questions the summoner wanted to know.

"Your price is no price, because someone has already paid the price, not to mention the price of the problem. I will tell the summoner all the secrets or questions he wants to know."

Hearing this answer that was completely in his favor, Jacob's first reaction was a strong sense of disbelief, but he had no other evidence to prove that the other party was lying.

This leads to a dilemma: should he believe the other party? But this answer is too outrageous, so outrageous that it sounds like a lie, but if he doesn't believe it? Then he has no evidence to prove that the other party is lying, and it is possible that the outrageous answer is correct.

Jacob did not immediately ask another question, but rubbed his chin and thought about the information revealed in the other party's words.

After a moment, he asked another question, a very important question.

"Who was the person who paid the price?"

"Solomon."

Solomon! As a history student, Jacob naturally knew what this name represented. The third monarch of the ancient United Kingdom of Israel was called Solomon!

He is not only the greatest king in the history of the Jewish nation, but also one of the most legendary kings in the world.

"Is the Solomon you are talking about the great and wise King Solomon of Israel in the Bible?"

"The great and wise king?" Valiv pondered for a moment, "If it is the wise king, then it is indeed him."

It was really Solomon! King Solomon, who possessed superhuman wisdom, great wealth, and supreme power! Jacob was filled with turmoil, because King Solomon's nickname was the King of Wisdom.

If it was King Solomon, then what was the price? Why did Walliver say that Solomon had already paid the price?

Just as Jacob was about to ask again, he suddenly remembered a part of King Solomon's experience that he had accidentally glimpsed before, but at that time he just thought it was a fabricated myth by later generations and did not take it seriously.

But now the myth has truly been revived, does that mean that the part about Solomon's experience is not fabricated, but... accurate history?

It is only because of the mythological gap that that part of mythological history was buried, and those records became fabricated myths.

Thinking of this, Jacob did not ask any more questions, but took out his mobile phone to search for those mythological histories that he thought were false and meaningless.

King Solomon... the seventy-two demon gods... the signing of the contract... the power to command the demons of hell... the magic ring...

The more Jacob read, the more frightened he became. When he truly immersed himself in mythological history and treated it as if it were real events, he realized that the world was so strange.

King Solomon was actually a demon summoner, and he signed a contract with Belial, the Lord of Sloth, one of the Seven Lords of Hell. As a result, the seventy-two demons were controlled by King Solomon, and the price was his own soul.