Under night.
The breeze swept through the empty lonely streets.
Under a Davidia tree that cannot be illuminated by the road Lighting, there is a young man wearing a cheap suit and a felt hat, smoking a cigarette out of boredom.
The surroundings were a little quiet, and the cigarette butts flickered.
Until there was a burst of high heels hitting the ground and rhythmic footsteps.
The young man turned around and saw the person coming, quickly dropped the cigarette and stamped it out with his leather shoe.
"Miss Rabbit." He said respectfully.
A charming girl with big golden waves, wearing a half-rabbit mask and plush bunny ears on her head walked up to the young man.
She took out a pack of women's cigarettes, took out one, and lit it for herself.
"Vittorino, the situation has changed. You should stay at home these days and don't go looking for Osara Bray again."
The girl exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.
"Hmm?!" The young man named Vittorino was startled.
"Did something happen, Miss Rabbit?" He frowned.
"Dadeier has found a guy with a high Gnosis. I will go check it out for her tomorrow. I don't know what other methods that person has. Just in case, you should stop temporarily."
The girl said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the young man's expression changed, and he immediately said unwillingly:
"But the prayer ceremony is almost completed, only the last time..."
Of course he was unwilling to do so.
As the only son of an ordinary middle-class family, he is extremely eager to obtain a higher level of status.
Rather than becoming a company clerk like his father and working hard all his life to reach North Muse, it would be easier and faster to get married to a noble woman.
What's more, that woman was not an old woman in her seventies or eighty, nor was she a fat and ugly lady, but a young and beautiful noble lady!
The bright future is so close, and young people are reluctant to let it go.
"I said stop, do you understand?" The girl's voice became colder. "If the ceremony fails, you can start it over again, but if it is exposed, not only will you be in bad luck, but you will also implicate me."
There was still a sentence left in her heart:
"If Mother's plan is involved, we will all die!"
"Yes..." The young man's face struggled, changed several times, and finally gritted his teeth and replied, "I know, Miss Rabbit."
"Give me the prayer slate." The bunny-faced girl seemed worried and stretched out her hand.
The young man took a deep breath and took out a palm-sized irregular slate from the inner pocket of his suit, with many words Ancient Romei engraved on it.
This is the core item of the prayer ceremony. The engraved prayer points to Second Era-God and "Mother of Fertility", which has some strange effect.
This ritual requires one party to use their own body fluids as a medium, but only "heather juice" or "rose blood", and make the other party take it and then recite the prayer.
Once a week for seven consecutive weeks.
After the ritual takes effect, it can cause the target's subconscious mind to change, spontaneously fall in love with the person who arranged the ritual, and have a strong desire to reproduce.
Although the prayer ritual can be performed by mortals, the cost is quite high. From the moment the ritual takes effect, the natural lifespan will be doubled, that is, two days of lifespan will be consumed in the past day, and it will not stop until the two parties give birth to twelve children.
The girl took the stone slab, touched the carvings on it, and said in a deep voice:
"After this incident is over, I will return the slate to you and start over."
"Yes, Miss Rabbit." The young man lowered his head.
The girl was satisfied with the young man's attitude, nodded and comforted:
"Don't worry, Osara will be yours. I will also fulfill my promise and take you two to the 'Black Mass' held secretly by July Baptist Church."
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The next day.
At six o'clock, Gilan opened his eyes on time.
He first sat up cross-legged and practiced meditation on the bed. After the painful beating of "Twelve Thorns", he breathed for a moment, then straightened his body, steeled himself, began to empty himself, and absorb the elements of the universe.
Time passes quietly.
By the time today's practice ends, it's almost nine o'clock.
He let out a long breath, and the sparkle in his eyes was restrained.
Feeling that my Gnosis and spirituality are improving bit by bit with daily practice, Gilan is secretly pleased.
I got up and got out of bed, opened the curtains, and immediately went to the bathroom to wash up.
After getting dressed, he went out and went downstairs, bought breakfast at "Mama Hanna's Bakery" across the street, and took a taxi to Silver Lizard Club.
Sitting on the open seat of the carriage, facing the cool breeze, Gilan couldn't help but think of last night's lucid dream.
He spent the whole night with Seagull beside the campfire.
At the same time, I also taught the other party all the contents of <Iron Thorn Meditation Method>. Unfortunately, Seagull seemed to be born with a fear of pain and was quite resistant to this meditation method. In the end, he chose <Wooden Cangue Meditation Method> as the target of practice.
Meditation also pays attention to a degree of fit, and Gilan has no objection to this.
'I just don't know how Mr. Stork and Mr. Oystercatcher will choose?'
Gilan raised his hand and placed it on the heart on the left chest.
The three friends resided in his heart and pinned their hope of survival on him. Gilan felt pressured and at the same time felt that he had shouldered some kind of mission.
He did not reject this feeling, but felt that his new life seemed to have more meaning.
After a while.
The carriage stopped in front of Silver Lizard Club.
The fare plus tip, Gilan, paid a total of 3 Pfennig. Immediately, under the hat-off salute of the coachman, he walked straight across the square and walked towards the club's porch.
As soon as he entered, Gilan showed his membership card and mentioned the name "Dadeier Taylor".
"Miss Dadeier just arrived. She is resting in Room 301 on the third floor."
The front desk staff smiled and extended their hands in greeting.
Gilan nodded, walked through Corridor alone, climbed up the stairs at the end to the third floor, and knocked on the door.
Tuk Tuk.
The door then opened, and a long-haired girl dressed elegantly stood behind and smiled at Gilan.
"Good morning, Mr. Gilan." Dadeier smiled softly. "You are on time, no, you are twenty minutes early."
From the moment the door opened, Gilan smelled a fresh fragrance, which was the scent of perfume coming from the other party's body. A perfume that was both aquatic and tangerine-like.
Fruity aromas such as citrus, black currant, pineapple and honeydew melon are mixed with lotus, lotus, jasmine and rose, with flavors similar to iris, vanilla, sandalwood and chestnut.
Gilan was refreshed and judged that what Miss Dadeier was spraying must be a high-end perfume with mysterious materials added, and it was expensive.
"Morning, Miss Dadeier. You are earlier than me."
Gilan nodded.
"Please come in." Dadeier put his hands on his lower abdomen and turned slightly sideways. He added in a low voice, "I will explain the situation to you later."
Gilan nodded silently.
When he entered, he saw two women inside the house.
One of them is a blonde girl named Jenna, and the other one looks strange.
The two were sitting on the sofa by the window, talking and laughing. The strange lady was sweet-looking, petite, wearing a dress, and her long flaxen hair was tied into a braid.
As Gilan walked into the room, she stopped talking and turned around to look at them with curious eyes. Then she turned to look at Dadeier and Jenna in confusion, as if asking who this handsome young man was.
"Osara, this is Mr. Gilan I told you."
Miss Dadeier came over and explained to her best friend.
She gave Gilan a look without leaving any trace, and then said:
"He is a noble of the Fahan Family, and he is also an exorcist, diviner and fighting master."