Klein had not dared to look into the Black Hound Spirit Beast's eyes, so he had never known what it looked like. He had even assumed that its black fur meant this Saint simply had unusually thick body hair.
It was not until they entered the church that Klein discovered this Saint's "Spirituality Thread" was stiff, as though frozen by ice, completely unable to drift toward the top of the church on its own.
The instant he touched the other party's "Spirituality Thread," his entire body turned cold, as if the frigid chill on that thread had been transmitted to his own.
Klein recalled Hobart's earlier hint. This Saint had once been a guard of the God of Death, so he was likely special in some way.
Thus, Klein controlled only his own and Hobart's "Spirituality Threads" as they headed deeper into the church.
Zaratul was still seated diagonally behind the stone statue, hooded and sporting a face full of white beard. "Very good. You have displayed sufficient wisdom and strength."
He reached forward and grabbed a yellowish-brown sheet of parchment, an ink-stained quill, and a bottle of ink.
Picking up the quill, Zaratul rapidly wrote words and symbols onto the parchment. "This is the symbol for 'Open Door,' along with the Potion Recipe for the 'Trick Sorcerer' you requested.
"They can only remain for three quarters of an hour and cannot be taken outside."
Hobart asked, "What about the Potion Recipe for the 'Ancient Scholar'?"
Zaratul glanced at him. "Young man, don't be too greedy."
Then he said with a chuckle, "Don't forget to take my urn with you."
The moment his words fell, his entire body suddenly split into countless tiny Light Spots that spread in every direction and merged into the void. Only a small urn remained