I have a long-lived pawn shop.

Certain knowledge itself can be seen as a ritual, and the spiritual power of the person performing the ritual is part of the carrier of the ritual.

Some people believe that the depth of mental strength is actually a kind of "capacity". The reason why difficult rituals are hidden is mainly to take care of people with insufficient capacity, so as to prevent them from having problems such as mental exhaustion and unknown risks.

The ritual of "the gift of the generous" is one that involves serious risks. If Wei Xi did not have "future vision", even if there was a complete ritual process in front of her, she would not take the initiative to contact it, so as not to let her mind fall into eternal confusion.

She touched almost all the collections, screened out 362 futures, and died 358 times before finally finding the best option suitable for her current physical condition.

Secrets and risks always go hand in hand.

Wei Xi now feels better than ever.

She stood up lightly and drew aside the heavy curtains. The stained glass windows quietly embedded in the slanted wall cast beautiful light and shadows on the floor.

She saw many birds swimming leisurely. There was a half sculpture and a few pine trees under the window, where they could jump around and preen their feathers at ease.

Wei Xi could see the texture of each of their feathers and every tiny movement.

I couldn't do it before, but now I can do it easily.

Wei Xi clicked on his own character profile:

【Name: Wei Xi

Pawnshop level: lv1

Health: 200% (upper limit increased by 100%)

Strength: 23 (from 10)

Agility: 32 (originally 10)

Stamina: 25 (originally 10)

Intelligence: 53 (from 28)

Charisma: 20 (normal 5)

Wealth: 700 (originally 800)

Luck: 6 (normal value 3)]

This was the maximum strength of blessing that her body could endure, and the best answer she could get after avoiding more than 350 future deaths.

The "Gift of the Generous" can only be performed once in a person's lifetime. It is a typical way of burning money to become stronger. Wei Xi paid one-eighth of his wealth in exchange for two to three times the physical fitness of ordinary people. There are so many restrictions that one may die tragically if he is not careful. It is also one of the most unstable rituals in the Century of Gods.

Even the Pope who gave "Detailed Explanation of Psychic Powers" to Wei Xi could not have imagined that she could gain such great benefits by relying on her spiritual talent.

Wei Xi picked up the crystal rose that served as the carrier and felt that the material had become thicker to the touch. The runes on the surface had changed a lot, and the outline looked like the wings of a fluttering butterfly.

Wei Xi's fingers lightly touched the center of the flower, and the misty golden light spots shrank and collapsed, eventually turning the rose into fine powder, which was scattered into the air along with other fragments and hair strands.

In an instant, all traces of the ceremony disappeared from the house.

Wei Xi wrapped the only remaining mithril chain around his wrist, opened the safe, stuffed the documents into the safe, and took the book with him, preparing to return it to its original owner tomorrow.

A quarter of an hour later, she pushed open the door of the library.

"Seal this room from now on and don't let anyone in." Wei Xi instructed Sera who was guarding the door. She smiled reassuringly at the woman's surprised look, "Also, can lunch be served earlier, Sera? I feel very hungry."

"Of course, Miss." Although Sera was shocked by the disappearance of Wei Xi's waist-length hair, she nodded dutifully and said, "I'll have someone seal the doors and windows of the library from the outside."

According to the law of conservation of energy, since Wei Xi now possesses speed and strength beyond ordinary people, it is natural that she needs more energy.

The chef who was working overtime perfectly completed the task assigned by Sera, the head maid - mashed potatoes, smoked roast beef ribs, fruit cheese pie, and a bowl of cauliflower soup sprinkled with shredded cheese. The steaming hot food was placed on the table.

When the third dessert was served, Wei Xi slowed down her eating pace. The sweetness of the candied rose diffused on the tip of her tongue. The dark green shadows in the room flickered between the tables and chairs, and the light and shadows were divided like a river.

It was not tasting, it was just eating as a matter of course. There was no pleasure in mechanical swallowing, but the head maid Sera at the side showed a relieved expression.

Humans are creatures that are best at imagining things. The forms they draw in their minds all add more or less to their own subjective attitudes, and these subjective attitudes carry their own likes and dislikes...

After Sera finished what the young lady had asked her to do, she looked around and found her on the garden bench.

The sun was shining brightly, and Wei Xi was sitting there enjoying the scenery, with a sharp and hasty stroke to outline a hint of charm. Her black hair was short to her shoulders, without the waves that draped her back as if carved out of ebony wood.

A drop of pale golden light fell on her cheek, exactly at the position of the dimple, like a drop of pearl.

Compared with the original dilapidated buildings, the garden has partially regained its former glory after undergoing emergency renovation. Wei Xi looked at the ivy on the wall from afar. A few petals were floating in the wind, brushing against her hair, and flying towards the distant clear sky.

Wei Xi touched her neck in surprise. Even though she could now strangle a grown man with one hand, the bones in her wrist were still delicate and exquisite, without any sense of strength at all.

The power of the ritual is terrifying, but even though there were gods in this world, they were only C+ level. How magnificent would it be when it reached S level?

Maybe everything will be explained after returning to the main world, but first she can't die in this world.

Just when Sera wanted to slow down her steps so as not to disturb the young master's rare leisure time, Wei Xi said calmly: "Sera, I have to go to the Vatican tomorrow. I will be away for a long time. Please keep an eye on Philip while I am away. If there is any urgent matter, send a message to His Majesty the Emperor and he will help solve it."

Anyone could tell that there was no respect in her words.

Sera's steps paused slightly, and then she turned back to Wei Xi and stared into the eyes of her young master: "What are you talking about? Did His Majesty order you to do this?"

Serra had been in the Monti family for so many years and was of noble birth himself. He guessed that the emperor sent Wei Xi to the Vatican with the intention of making Wei Xi a pawn to restrain the Pope.

"His Holiness the Pope will not accept you for no reason." Serra felt more and more terrified the more he thought about it. He had vaguely realized that the Emperor might have made a deal with the Pope and even Abigail.

After all, in this game about the future, the emperor has an absolute advantage, so the Pope and Abigail must pay a greater price to make His Majesty Odin nod.

Wei Xi looked at Sera with an inclusive expression and asked her for the first time: "Do you know the Red Queen hypothesis?"

Sera waited in silence for her answer.

Wei Xi didn't seem to be asking and answering her own questions. She stared at her quietly with her dark and bright eyes. After waiting for a moment and seeing that Sera had no intention of speaking, she simply said calmly, "You have to run as hard as you can to keep yourself in the same place."

In any corner of the universe, species are always evolving in order to survive. The instinct for evolution is hidden deep in the genetic structure. If you want to avoid being eliminated by the rapidly changing environment, you must keep evolving, keep moving forward, and keep going further.

“Once I start on this road, I can only run as fast as I can and I can’t stop.”

"What's more," she smiled and said, "I have you guys behind me, so I can't stop."

When she spoke of this, her eyes sparkled. The black eyes were not entirely dull and tolerant, but the radiance they radiated was even more heart-stirring.

As long as she wants, anyone can be persuaded by her.

"Personally, I hope you can live a carefree life like an ordinary noble lady." Sera couldn't help but tear up when she thought of Abigail's innocence and liveliness when she was a child. "But as long as you make a decision, we will support you. Allen Furston will stabilize the rear for you, and I will collect everything in Yalai for you. Please rest assured."

The Monty family's spy hiding in Yalai will be captured by Sera. She will not ask where Wei Xi is going or when she will come back. She will just solve everything whenever Wei Xi needs it.

As a traditional aristocratic lady, Serra was impeccable in taking charge of the hostess's social list and arranging her daily life. Being retained by the former Count Monty to assist his young daughter, Serra was obviously more than capable.

“……” Wei Xi turned his head and thought for a long time before he said “hmm”.

The next morning, Wei Xi took the letter given to her by Emperor Odin and got on the sedan to the Silver Moon Church.

Yalai is a multifaceted and passionate city. It is bustling and affectionate all day long. The air in the early morning is so light that one would mistakenly think it is spring.

Sera saw her off in the hallway and saw that Abigail's hair had been trimmed to ear level. She was wearing men's clothing, a black coat with a white collar. Her naturally dark eyebrows and eyelashes were enough to disguise her as a handsome young man. Only her mouth was gentle and beautiful, and her radiant red lips gave her a hint of femininity.

After recovering from his sick state, Wei Xi's lips finally no longer had the color of fine snow.

The scale of the Silver Moon Church today is far smaller than that of the Century of Gods. At that time, it was one of the two centers of the continent, with white walls and countless office centers comparable to a city, and it was worthy of the reputation of a country within a country. But now it is a crawling giant, holy and desolate.

Wei Xi looked up and saw that the white exterior wall was inlaid with silver patterns, and gorgeous hollow carvings extended from the corners. Three vines were woven into a triangle, and inside was a crescent moon - the symbol of the Silver Moon Church.

After Wei Xi showed the emperor's letter, a priest in a white robe was supposed to lead her to where she should go, but Archbishop Demoli, who arrived in a hurry, intercepted them.

"Count Monti, the Pope wants to see you." His attitude was very good, without any arrogance at all.

After all, most clergymen have been receiving various trainings since they were old enough to understand, so those who become clergymen either receive orders from their families and swear allegiance to the Holy See for political purposes; or they are orphans adopted by temples in various places and embark on this path under the guidance of nuns and priests.

Demoli was born a commoner, but he had climbed to the high position of the Pope's confidant, so he knew everything he should know.

Wei Xi followed Archbishop Demoli to the main building.

The main building of the Vatican is equipped with four tall and spacious arches and six towers, like a snow-white morning star.

Along the way, many young clergymen cast curious glances at him. Men and women were separated far apart. Wei Xi remembered that once he became a clergyman, he would have to serve the Holy See for life and would not be allowed to marry. However, the Pope could openly take illegitimate children to raise them by his side.

This reminded her of a saying: "One of the charms of power is to legalize illegal things."

Wei Xi chuckled softly, and the flickering light of the lamp turned into blurry and warm halos on the polished solid wood floor. The tapestry of mountains, forests and fields led her forward all the way to the outside of the Pope's private reception room.

Archbishop Demoli bowed, quietly left and closed the door. When Wei Xi entered, he smelled mint and lemon verbena in the air, the candles were burning hot in the silver vessels, and he felt that the Pope had been waiting for a long time.

——He was building a tall tower of gold leaves on the table.

Thin golden leaves fell like snowflakes, and almost as soon as one leaf fell, the next one was placed on top of it. The movements were light and swift, as if this was not a game that required patience and calculation skills.

Wei Xi exclaimed in his heart. The Golden Leaf Tower in front of him had a nearly perfect data structure, maintaining a precarious yet extremely stable balance, like a simple and exquisite formula. The mathematical and incomparable beauty was enough to make anyone who was sensitive to numbers obsessed with it.

While Demoli was saluting, Todrode had already heard the movement at the door and raised his head.

When his eyes fell on Wei Xi, his fingers trembled, and the golden leaves between his fingers hit the golden pagoda.

With just a slight touch, the delicate structure was instantly destroyed, and the magnificent golden pagoda collapsed, turning into a table of golden ruins.

They stared at each other in silence for a while, separated by a carpet, two armchairs and an oak table.

Todd Rod suddenly felt that time was flowing back in constant repetition and overlap. In the rustling summer, someone came from the deepest part of his dream.

Black hair, black eyes, and a face that looked more childish than in her memory. She looked at him, slightly raised her face, her eyelashes shining in the morning light, like a shadow gradually receding.

The girls in the Monty family always have many similarities, and the aunt and niece are about 60% similar in their eyes and eyebrows.

The woman he loved deeply back then had her long black hair tied into a shiny bun, wore a lavender dress, and had a white camellia on her temples. She gently stroked the cheek of the baby in her arms.

At that time, he was not yet the high pope, but just a young pope's secretary. He fell in love with the runaway Ines de Monti and had two children.

He was once so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, planning their future all night long, thinking that after raising the child to adulthood, he would take Innes to grow old together with him in the sound of the waves.

Later, others took Innes away by force. At the evening of their separation, the setting sun was spreading over the lake. He stood up, looked around, and even wanted to jump into the water. At that time, he thought that the greatest fun in the world is the mood at the moment of death.

When he became Pope and Innes died, he brought the two children who were raised in his confidant's home to live with him, but that is a story for later.

"Good day, Count Monty." The Pope's silver-gray eyes had an inorganic coldness, his golden hair was combed neatly, and there was a thin and sharp smile on his lips. In the morning light, the sound of chanting was surging in the air like a tide, and his white robe was tangled in the wind.

For anyone else, it would be a great honor to see the Pope in person, let alone have the Pope greet him personally.

But Wei Xi blinked, looked at the Pope's slightly smiling face, and said, "Good day, Your Majesty, you look old."