Chapter 130: Luke's Reminder

This matter didn't take Silas too long. After the group finished dealing with the water ghosts, Silas cut off the water ghosts' ears and shamelessly declared the water ghost crusade complete.

The four didn't entangle with Silas too much. After dealing with the spoils from the water ghosts, the missionary apologized to the village chief, and they left, heading towards the urban area of Bayne City.

Silas returned to the village under the grateful welcome of the village chief and the farmer.

He asked the village chief for a relatively quiet room, took out the black mountain goat's wool, and briefly soaked a bull horn in lizard blood.

Taking out a charcoal pencil and a large sheet of white paper, he meticulously drew a relatively simple two-ring magic circle with a ruler.

After inscribing the seven Cairns basic runes for Heaven, Air, Water, Wood, Fire, Copper, and Silver around the magic circle, Silas placed the materials in the middle.

He clasped his hands together, knelt on the ground, and muttered.

As spiritual energy was infused, a mystical phenomenon gradually enveloped the magic circle.

The black sheep's wool, bull horn, and lizard blood gradually merged and transformed, forming an ugly, pitch-black little bird with a face after a minute.

"It's a bit ugly, but still usable," Silas said, picking up the little bird and speaking beside its head, "Go find Mr. Brown (the coachman) and tell him he can come pick me up early."

With that, Silas tied a strand of Mr. Brown's hair around the little bird's neck and then waved his hand.

This ugly little bird flapped its wings and quickly flew out through the window.

Forty minutes later, Mr. Brown, with a pipe in his mouth, arrived at the village entrance.

Under the enthusiastic gaze of many villagers, Silas boarded the carriage and left.

"It's clear they respect you from the bottom of their hearts," Mr. Brown said with a smile, exhaling smoke.

Silas said with a beaming smile, "Good deeds always have good rewards, don't they?"

"Haha! The Goddess will bless you!" Mr. Brown said with a laugh.

It was exactly 1:30 PM when he returned to the Church. Silas, whose stomach was already rumbling with hunger, prepared himself a nutritious and hearty lunch.

After the meal, just as Silas was about to go find Ivan, a very inconspicuous little red bird flew in through the window.

"Three o'clock this afternoon, Room 402, 4th floor, 211 Triumphal Street, Luke," the little bird uttered in a hoarse and unpleasant voice, then instantly transformed into a ball of red flame and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the little bird that had transformed into flames and vanished, Silas then recalled his previous ugly familiar that couldn't even self-destruct.

"Comparing people really makes one mad!" Silas sighed.

Temporarily setting aside finding Ivan, Silas first lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

He had consumed a lot of spiritual energy today, and he felt his spirit was somewhat exhausted.

"But I have to say, the profession of Evening Bell Executioner is indeed worthy of being the only special profession left behind by Him. These offensive and defensive means are simply terrifyingly strong."

Today, the practical combat effects of the two skills, Sonic Blades and Evening Bell's Blessing, had far exceeded Silas's expectations.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in a high-end business apartment on Triumphal Street.

Silas sat on the soft sofa in the living room, looking at the handsome and sexy middle-aged man opposite him, and asked with a surprised expression, "How did you do it? It's only been a few hours, and you've transformed from a wild man into an elite of the financial district!?"

Luke swept his short red hair and, smiling, pointed to a portrait of a still-charming middle-aged woman in the living room. "I'm very good with women."

Silas was taken aback upon hearing this. "Then what about this lady?"

"Perhaps she was alone in an empty room for too long. She fainted twice from the stimulation of my superb skills and hasn't woken up this time," Luke said, pointing to the bedroom inside with a proud expression.

Silas looked somewhat embarrassed, coughed, and changed the subject. "Is there anything urgent you needed to find me for?"

Luke's casual expression faded, and he said directly, "I am a person who values integrity. Since you helped me, I will give you a very satisfactory reward. When I just returned to the city, I moved around secretly and found that something is not right with this city."

"What's not right!?" Silas's heart skipped a beat.

A sharp glint flashed in Luke's eyes. "There's a strong smell of stars here."

"What? Stars? What do stars smell like?" Silas blinked, somewhat bewildered.

Luke said casually, "The stars I'm talking about are not the stars in the night sky, but certain things that exist with the stars in the astral plane."

Hearing this, Silas instantly understood.

The things that existed with the stars could only be that group of Outer Gods who couldn't enter the material world.

"Some time ago, someone here wanted to summon those things, but I stopped them," Silas said.

"Just you? You could stop a ritual to summon those beings?" This time, it was Luke's turn to be bewildered.

Silas smiled awkwardly. "There were others. The ones performing the ritual were traitors of the Green Flame Brotherhood. I stopped this matter with the help of a bishop from the Green Flame Brotherhood."

"Summoning the Primordial Flame?" Hearing this, Luke asked directly.

"You know?"

"The Green Flame Brotherhood only has that much. I can guess it with my feet," Luke said casually.

"Then is it a remnant of the Primordial Flame? At that time, a very powerful man in black snatched the summoned remnant, a skull burning with green flames," Silas pondered for a moment and still recounted the situation at that time.

In the current situation, this Luke should be considered a great help to him.

Luke shook his head with great certainty. "No, it's a different smell, a smell that is even more bizarre and terrifying. Someone is plotting an even more terrifying and massive summoning ritual in this city."

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Hearing this, Silas's eyes widened, and his spirit instantly tensed.

"I briefly sensed it. This formation should be a ternary hexa-order formation, an overlay of three six-ring magic circles. Of course, this is a conservative estimate. From the current feeling, the entire formation has already covered the entire urban area."

"Can the key core runes be found?" Silas asked.

The core of all formations was the runes that served as the base. If the runes were destroyed, the entire magic circle formation would collapse.

Luke shook his head. "It's not easy to find. The entire formation seems to be constantly moving, ethereal and elusive, impossible to grasp or define."

"What on earth do these madmen want to do?" Silas clenched his fists and questioned inwardly.

Luke noticed Silas's mentality and seemed quite interested in Silas, so he said, "I don't care about the life or death of these people, but I am very interested in the internal workings of the overall magic circle."

"Why?"

"Because I am very interested in those things that exist in the astral plane."

"I will help you pay attention to the changes in the entire formation. However, this is considered a big favor to you, and I also need you to do something for me," Luke proposed a condition.

"Speak."

"I want to know how many mad clergymen are currently imprisoned in the dungeons of the Church of Holy Blood," Luke said, dropping a bombshell that Silas had never considered.