I have a long-lived pawn shop.

Two hours after the blood sacrifice ended, the Silver Moon Church received an order from the emperor - the saint would go to the Black Cross Legion headquarters until the coronation ceremony.

The saint, the holy sister of salvation, represents faith in peacetime, but it is different in wartime, it refers to violence.

Even though the elders were dissatisfied, they did not dare to go against Odin and could only silently confide their difficulties to Wei Xi.

The girl, protected by the Moonlight Bird, walked slowly to the Pope surrounded by the Judges. When she turned to look at the people, the knights in charge of the guard and all the devout monks and nuns knelt down, put their hands on their chests, and bowed their heads devoutly.

This vast underground space was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard. The Saint spoke softly, and her voice echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as the cracking of ice in winter:

"Before the start of the Age of Gods, we were allowed by God to rule this land according to God's command. All the forces that tried to force the Church to submit with swords and fire all ended in failure. In the war-torn and desolate land, countless mortals followed the figure of the first saint, not afraid of difficulties, not afraid of sacrifice, and allowed themselves to be expelled and arrested again and again by the monarchs of many countries. Even if they died one after another, in that world full of wailing and screaming, they were unarmed and still did not surrender.

The millennial kingdom established by the Holy See is based on such a lofty belief. It is immortal, invincible, glorious, and will never fall.

A long time ago, everyone believed this.

But now, the fire of faith that once covered the entire continent like the scorching sun has gradually dimmed. People are accustomed to living with all the worldly desires and sins. At this time, new blood is needed to smear those stories about saints and believers, so that people can remember the majesty of God, God's cruelty, and the strongest love under the cruelty... Will you punish your children because they have lost their way? If you don't do this, God can also forgive people's sins..."

This history has been repeated by countless monks, but never so beautifully, like the sound of nature. The saint standing in the crowd seemed to be shining with the light of God. She narrated the story in a leisurely manner, and an indescribable sense of length descended silently. It seemed that everything was slow and quiet, and nothing would end. Even if the sea dried up and the sky collapsed, the love for God would never decay and never change.

For a moment, the elders felt like she was about to cry. Some people told this history like they were telling a dry bedtime story to a child, but the saint was able to convince people, as if she had the power to bewitch people. This must be a blessing from God.

At this moment, Todrode looked around and gently stretched out his hand. In his hand was a small brass bell. He rang the bell, and the Knights of Judgment gathered around him. "The Saint needs to rest. The ritual will consume her physical strength. We cannot endlessly demand God's glory from her."

No one objected, and no one even expressed dissatisfaction. These high-ranking core members of the Holy See quickly made way for a path. They clasped their hands and watched the Saint and the Pope slowly leave under the escort of the Knights of Judgment.

Abigail did not fall behind Todd Rhodes anymore, after all, their status was equal at this time. In the silence, she did not turn around or look around, but seemed to be thinking about something.

Todrode breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Abigail beside him, feeling a little helpless, because he knew that from now on Abigail would have a higher level of secret authority in the Vatican than he did - she could enter and exit the secret room guarded by the elders as she pleased, and the Knight of Judgment would swear allegiance to her, and do so sincerely.

"Your Majesty is so anxious to send you to the Black Cross Legion, probably because he has some concerns about the vision you caused." On the way out of the underground, Todrode suddenly spoke.

"Nothing can escape your majesty's eyes. The Silver Moon Church is the Church of the Kafa Empire, not the other way around. Some things must be faced, and there is no use in escaping." Wei Xi said lightly.

"The thing you exchanged for my position as cardinal..." He didn't finish his words, but both of them understood.

"This means that our deal is over. Your son will get what he deserves. You won't hear any more information from me." Wei Xi smiled. She would not reveal a single word about the gods, the image of time, or the exchange ceremony to the outside world. Those things that happened in her spiritual world were absolute taboos.

The two did not talk along the way. They walked along the corridor facing the sun. The roof was supported by wide arches and exquisite holy pictures were hand-painted on the roof. Roses were planted in the flower beds outside the corridor. The sun shone on the flowers. In late autumn, the specially treated white roses were still blooming vigorously.

Wei Xi admired it for a moment, then said goodbye to the Pope and returned to his residence in the Vatican at a leisurely pace.

Everything was arranged. The bedroom was filled with a faint scent of benzoin, and the rose that Wei Xi had just stopped at was placed in the elegant vase. The nuns in charge of Wei Xi's life had done their best to make the room look warm. All the sharp lines were covered up, as if sleeping in a mountain of brocade.

The bathroom in the Vatican was indeed incomparable to that in Wei Xi's home. It was a renovated ancient bathroom with the fragrance of orange and lemon blossoms floating in the air, and small streams of hot water flowing from brass pipes into the bathtub.

Wei Xi stood in front of a huge makeup mirror, slowly untying the straps on her back, letting her white linen skirt fall off. She was only wearing a close-fitting petticoat, looking at herself in the mirror while clicking on her own profile:

【Name: Wei Xi

Pawnshop level: lv1

Health: 350% (upper limit increased by 250%)

Strength: 53 (originally 26)

Agility: 60 (35)

Stamina: 52 (originally 30)

Intelligence: 75 (originally 55)

Charisma: 30 (normal 5)

Wealth: 700 (originally 800)

Luck: 6 (normal value 3)

First Soul Talent: Future Vision [Traded]

Current level: Determination - Analyze the conditions required for a certain future and help the holder achieve that future [Traded]

[About to be transformed into a lower-level talent——Crisis Warning

Crisis warning: You will be able to keenly perceive danger and avoid it]

Second soul talent: ? ? [Incubating], due to the special nature of your soul, this talent must be ? ?

Third Soul Talent: ??? [Incubating], because you have obtained ???, this talent level is raised to the highest level

Skill 15: Cold Weapon Expertise lv.

Skill 18: Melee Combat Mastery lv.

Skill 21: Firearms Expertise lv.

Skill 50: Breath of the Moon - Immediately restores % of a player's health

Skill 50: Silver Moon Blessing - Restores 1% of health points of people within a -meter radius every second. The duration is determined by the number of people and the amount of energy released.

Skill 6: Mental Control - Due to your strong mental power and ???, you can provide mental barriers or adjust sensory thresholds for yourself or others

Skill 7: Psychic Magnetic Storm (to be discovered)

Skill 30: Death Resistance - Because you control the Silver Moon Relic and obtain the remnants of the Silver Moon God, the damage of the Death Tree and its derivative skills to you is reduced by %.

Skill 9: Spiritual Link - Since you have mastered the Silver Moon Relic, you can link with multiple people and improve the spiritual rank of the linked ones.

Tip: The effect of your ???? factor has been lifted, and your abnormal state has been exempted due to your second soul talent.]

After Wei Xi finished reading this long document, he focused mainly on his soul talent and? ? ?.

The image from ten years later made a deal with the present Wei Xi. The ability of [Future Vision] was taken away and downgraded. This vital talent of Wei Xi was exchanged for an unknown thing. She had a feeling that this thing seemed to be a turning point. It would not only repair the hidden injuries she had never known about, but also bring about some qualitative changes in her body.

Although Wei Xi had fought on the battlefield for more than two months, every major change she had was based on rituals, which put her in a very strange state, as if she was becoming stronger and stronger, yet also gradually dying. Her imperfect body could not contain such a strong force, and she would collapse at any time.

Sometimes Wei Xi's eyes would suddenly turn black, with purple, snake-like lines dancing on the black background, just like what one sees when one stands up after squatting for too long and feels dizzy. The lines are chaotic, dancing, moving away or closer, forming different patterns and then falling apart.

After overusing her ability to see the future, her condition became even worse. Every nerve ending felt like it was being bitten by a poisonous snake with its fiery teeth. That kind of pain was enough to destroy anyone's soul. With her physical strength, she could have marched for a whole day with a load, but after overdrawing her ability, she was exhausted just by staying awake. After trying several times in a row, she couldn't move normally.

It was different now. The money from the trade had stabilized her fragile soul. Vitality was boiling in her body. The activity of the relic made every cell of her body breathe. Strength flowed along her bones like water. Her vision and hearing were a hundred times sharper. The passage of time seemed to have slowed down. She seemed to be standing in a slow-motion movie. She could even see the shape of the water drops clearly. If her instructor, Bailon, attacked her again at this time, Wei Xi was sure that she could dismantle his movements in an instant and give him a fatal blow - not with skills, but with the violent crushing of pure strength and speed.

The moonbird turned into a silver armband, wrapped around her forearm like a snake. It was not a living creature, but it was in tune with Wei Xi's mind... or in other words, when Wei Xi gained control of the divine relics, she gained control of this strange divine bird.

Wei Xi stroked it. The color of the armband was ancient and beautiful, and the surface of the material had intricate natural patterns, like a kind of metal. Wei Xi's mind moved, and the armband turned into a blade that bent in the opposite direction, but the blade head turned into a straight long knife. Light flowed along the thin blade, and for a moment it seemed as if the sunlight had dimmed.

She flicked the blade, and it was incomparably rigid and tough. This was the most advanced creation, a new metal made by God purely according to his will. Any mechanic in history could only look up to this metal. It belonged only to the Lord of the Gods and was only used to fight enemies of the same level.

Such beauty, yet it contains such murderousness and madness.

Wei Xi transformed her weapon into an armband again, took off her petticoat, and slowly immersed her body in the water dripping with rose essential oil. The temperature was perfect, and every pore opened up to spit out the fatigue accumulated throughout the night.

Rose petals floated on the water. Although it was an old bathroom, the square bronze bathtub was huge, as luxurious as the equipment used by ancient Roman emperors. The baroness slowly sank to the bottom of the water, watching the delicate petals drift slowly above her head, just like looking up at the fish in the palace of Poseidon.

She closed her eyes and found that as long as she focused enough, the "tentacles" of her perception could extend almost endlessly. It was a very strange feeling. She seemed to be floating in the sky, and the entire sky was a reflection in her mind. The world expanded from a point in the center of the sky. It felt like a god looking down on the world, or seeing the world through the eyes of a god.

Wei Xi can now "see" the flow of elements: red fire, blue water, black earth and white sky, and deep inside, there are bright lights of different colors. Unfortunately, those lights have lost all their energy and are dim and disordered. Instead, they are replaced by precisely meshing gears - seemingly no different from the scene he saw during the qualification test.

Not finding anything suspicious, Wei Xi retracted her sensing tentacles and opened her eyes again. The bathtub was big enough for her to swim in it, and the hot water gently took away the medicine on her body. She swam back and forth twice like a real fish before emerging from the water. Her black hair was shiny as a mirror after being wet, and it stuck to her white face, reminding people of a black snake winding through the vast snow.