NOVEL NEXT Chapter 180: All Three Female Guests Leave Their Lights on for An Su (Two in One)_2
"If I make it in the end, I'll definitely promote my wise brother. Where there's a plate of meat for me, there will be a bowl of soup for you,"
An Su felt that the Brother of the Stairs had a knack for dealing with life, even planning how to arrange meals.
"Waste of time."
The Hierarchical Holy Daughter was aware of every action and word of the believers, and upon hearing the conversation between the two men under the stage, she found it absurdly amusing. Her crimson eyes flitted across the two, seeing right through them—a man called the Brother of the Stairs was brashly boasting without even sobering up from his drunkenness.
And the other youth seemed quite unremarkable as well.
His Rank was even lower, merely at the Third Order.
Yet, the comical performance of these two also counted as one of the few amusements in what was otherwise a boring ceremony.
The Hierarchical Holy Daughter leaned on her pale cheek, observing the performance with interest.
Priest called the next person, and it was An Su's turn.
An Su breathed a sigh of relief, climbed the steps, and the faint rancid smell of human fat in the candles mingled with the thick smoke in the air. First, he registered, adjusted his breathing, and followed the directions of the preceding Priest, step by step approaching the three candles in front of him.
To say he wasn't nervous at all would be impossible.
Though An Su knew very well that he was no good,
he could still be considered a saint, barely.
He had been to Heaven, fought a demigod, and had a half-white, half-black Guardian Angel.
Although Arthur and Lister had managed to slip through, it might all fall apart when it was his turn.
Ever since entering this space, Merlin had not replied to him at all.
An Su now knew he had been tricked,
Out of God of Law's service area.
He clutched the little star Merlin had handed him in his pocket, planning to crush it as soon as he was exposed.
Although regular calls were not possible outside the service area, emergency calls were still feasible.
"Look straight ahead, relax your mind,"
the Priest conducting the ceremony told him, while others applied mercury and blood to An Su's forehead, nose tip, and lips respectively.
"This will help you come to your senses."
The burning sage incense wafted through the air, slowly relaxing the mind; the bright flames flickering, playing tricks on the eyes, and the Alchemic Magic Circle began to activate silently. Priest patted An Su's back, urging him to step into the center of the altar.
"Face the Mother Goddess's gaze with your most relaxed and perfect posture, walk this path," Priest said solemnly, "Do something to relax."
He quite liked the young man in front of him, thinking it unlikely he would fetch any peculiar forebodings such as a beautiful young girl.
"Can I really do anything?" An Su asked politely.
"As you please, as long as it sets your mind at ease."
Priest replied, for people of the Esoteric Religion value acting on one's nature and don't have so many complicated and outdated rules, "When you step into the candlelight, you will see various illusions that arise from your memories; don't lose your composure, or you'll displease the deities and bring disaster."
Finding the Priest's words reasonable, An Su promptly took out the wedding gift 'Heart of Water Moon' given by the Marquis of the Moon.
The necklace flickered lightly, and its cold breath calmed the restless soul,
Meanwhile, the necklace's special effects kicked in, spreading across the long steps in a complex rotation of stars, accompanied by lively and cheerful music, instantly turning the solemn and eerie ceremony for the Evil God into a nightclub scene.
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"I gaze up at the moon above..."
An Su's anxiety was greatly alleviated.
"As expected of Brother Su, even your entrance has special effects," marveled Lister in his heart. As a noble and elegant aristocrat, he regretted forgetting such a detail, it was a failure indeed.
If only he had known, he would have made an entrance with special effects too!
Suddenly, An Su became the center of attention.
On the side of the Sorrowful Cult, Bishop Rada was astonished; he thought his own sect was the most creative, but apparently, it was the young lad from the Sanctuary of Chaos who was outstanding.
The Hierarchical Cult also showed admiring looks towards the Brother of the Stairs; these lovers of pleasure and chaos aspired for nothing else in life, truly Brother Stairs was cultured.
Especially the Hierarchical Holy Daughter, who found this entrance so amusing she even considered asking An Su to craft one for her.
The Oceanic Sect was indifferent to these proceedings, their interest lying solely in the sacrifice.
Under the cover of Merlin Trait Transformation Magic, An Su appeared unappealing to the Mother Goddess, not considered a delectable feast.
The only person with a grim expression was the Priest in charge of interpreting the ceremony, who truly regretted telling An Su to act on his whim.
He had been in the business for more than thirty years and never encountered such an outlandish individual.
It had completely tarnished the prestige of the ceremony.
If this became known, his peers would laugh!
Such a flashy fellow was certain to extinguish all three candles!
"Get on with it," the Priest urged An Su with a hint of malevolence.
By unsettling the Priest's composure, An Su had fully adjusted his own, giving the Priest a gentle smile as he moved into the range of the candle flames.
In front of the first candle made of human fat, marked with a skull, symbolizing the Mother of Sorrow.
Visions appeared before An Su. He felt as if he had returned to Seden Town, to the Sorrowful Cult's school, as flashes of memories—a series of ordinary daily activities—zoomed past in his mind: answering questions, reciting, and the restroom signs forbidding urination anywhere...
The intensity was quite average.
An Su's lips curled into a smile, but soon enough, his grin slowly froze.