156: Chapter 157 The Person in the Mirror

Chapter 156 "The Person in the Mirror"

Upon hearing this, Locke Galahad immediately raised his head, expressing his gratitude while making a request. Christiana, a flash of craftiness flickering in her eyes, placed a finger to the corner of her mouth, feigned thought, and then said with a straight face: "Mr. Locke Galahad, I am very sorry, but I need to tell you some very unfortunate news."

"Hmm... Is there some kind of limitation?"

Locke Galahad's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose. He turned around to face Christiana directly, staring straight into her eyes: "I remember my teacher saying that as long as I join the Church of the Night Goddess, I can learn this Moon Concealment."

"Hmm... There are no restrictions. As long as you become a member of the Church of the Night Goddess, you can learn it."

Seeing his slightly panicked expression, Christiana remained calm on the surface, but she was actually overjoyed inside.

"However, the most critical ingredient for concocting the potion, Moon Concealment Stone, is currently out of stock at the New York branch. It needs to be transferred from other branches of the Church of the Night Goddess, which may take quite some time. At the same time, these 23 types of alchemy materials will also require a significant expense."

"Money is not an issue." Locke Galahad excitedly grabbed Christiana's soft hands: "Just tell me approximately how long it will take for me to get the successfully concocted potion?"

"Is this very important to you?"

"Very important, very important."

Hearing this, Christiana calculated in her mind, "If transferred from the nearest Philadelphia headquarters, it will take about 5 days. At the same time, the cost of these 23 materials combined will be approximately 50,000 us dollars."

Locke Galahad did not hesitate and immediately took out five thick stacks of us dollars and placed them into Christiana's hands: "Here is 50,000 us dollars. Please, Miss Christiana, help me find a way."

"The money is not necessary."

Christiana had a faint smile on her lips, and then she pushed the 50,000 us dollars back.

"You didn't charge me for making the mask, so I will use my contribution points in the Church to exchange for these material costs for you."

Seeing this, Locke Galahad did not decline. He put the 50,000 us dollars back into his Personal Space, then asked curiously: "Contribution points? How can one obtain this?"

"You can accept related Transcendent missions in the Church, or you can obtain corresponding contribution points by holding a position in the church, just like me."

"This is also the reason why you basically don't see other Transcendents of the Church in the church."

Christiana did not want to hide anything and patiently answered him.

For some reason, Locke Galahad always felt that the other party was very friendly to him, quite different from that bartender just now.

"So most of them have gone out to carry out missions, right?"

"Yes, the evil deeds that germinate in the night are far more numerous than in the daytime. Our Church also has an exclusive jurisdiction in New York, but our jurisdiction is in a slum."

When talking about missions, Christiana's eyes suddenly became sharp, and even her tone carried a kind of suppressed killing intent.

"You know that the slums are the most chaotic places in all of New York. Over 80% of the population are Black, most of whom come from Mexico. Among this group of people from Mexico, quite a few believe in their local witchcraft cults, which leads to the entire jurisdiction being very chaotic, with supernatural evil events erupting frequently."

"So, most of the Transcendents under the Church will receive missions to patrol those places."

"This patrol mission shouldn't be easy, right?"

Locke Galahad could feel the danger just by hearing about it. After all, the slums were already a mixed bag, and if those evil Transcendents didn't reveal any clues, you wouldn't be able to detect their identities at all.

"Yes, but if I didn't need to guard the Church, I would definitely go to those places for a stroll every day."

When Christiana said this, her subconsciously raised hand clenched tightly.

"Hmph, those damn Mexican ghosts, thinking all day long about how to sacrifice the lives of ordinary people to gain power from evil gods, they are completely unworthy of pity."

"Do you have a grudge against these Mexicans who believe in evil gods?"

For some reason, when Locke Galahad heard this, this thought involuntarily popped into his mind.

"Locke Galahad, as long as one lives in New York, there is no one who doesn't have a grudge against them; it's just a matter of whose grudge is bigger and whose is smaller."

Christiana turned her head and gave him a faint look, not answering his question directly.

"Besides, as Transcendents, we naturally bear a responsibility on our shoulders."

Locke Galahad heard this and neither agreed nor disagreed. After all, his main goal now was not to consider how to save others, but to choose to save himself.

If he couldn't even save himself, how could he save others?

Plus, he was a transmigrator, and he didn't have much sense of identification with the people of this world right now, so it didn't matter at all whether he saved them or not.

Christiana quietly took in his expression, then continued: "This world is far more dangerous than it looks. If even we Transcendents choose to stand by and watch, then one day, this world will face destruction, and by then, the ruler of the entire Terra might change."

"Is the situation that dire?" Locke Galahad frowned slightly, "I haven't encountered many supernatural events since I was a child—"

"I don't know why, but in the last two years, evil cult Transcendents and those guys from hell have become increasingly restless."

Locke Galahad noticed the trace of worry in Christiana's eyes; it seemed the situation was indeed not optimistic.

Plus, thinking of the Intestine Demon he encountered when slaying Marcus earlier, he couldn't help but make a connection.

"But you don't need to worry. You are only Sequence 9 now, so just settle down and improve your strength first."

Seeing that his expression was also a bit heavy, Christiana reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

Mentioning Sequence, Locke Galahad immediately thought of the ritual and items needed for his Night Demon to upgrade to Sequence 8. He had no clue about these before, and looking at the eloquent Christiana, he felt a bit moved.

"She is so knowledgeable; I wonder if she knows about the Night Demon sequence, and if there are any Transcendents in the Church with the same sequence as me. Should I take this opportunity to ask?"

He hesitated about this.

However, thinking of the oath he previously made to the Goddess in front of her, he gritted his teeth and probed: "Speaking of sequences, I have a question I would like to consult you about, Miss Christiana."

"Please go ahead." Christiana raised her hand slightly.

"Well, I just want to ask, do you know anything about the Night Demon sequence, as well as the ritual and materials needed to advance to Sequence 8?"

Locke Galahad tried his best to make his tone sound calm, but unfortunately, he was disappointed. After pondering for a few seconds, Christiana shook her head, "I have never heard of the Night Demon pathway. The Church of the Night Goddess possesses the rituals for three low-sequence pathways: Dream Demon, Secret Puppet, and Visionary. As for this Night Demon you speak of, I have never heard of it in any texts or from anyone else."

"Is that so? Thank you for your answer. It seems my friend might be stuck at Sequence 9 for the rest of his life."

After hearing this, Locke Galahad's heart almost sank to the bottom, but he still appeared very calm and forced a smile, even though his tone carried a bit of helplessness and sarcasm.

"However, you don't need to worry too much; perhaps it's a variant of some sequence, who knows."

Christiana didn't believe the story about his friend, but instead gave words of comfort in a roundabout way and also offered a solution.

"Of course, there is actually another way, which is for you to have your friend jump from that pathway to a pathway with similar characteristics for a career change."

"Thank you, I will forward the news you told me to him."

Locke Galahad did not intend to give up the Night Demon pathway immediately. With the system, he didn't want to give up this pathway, which had almost no obvious weaknesses, unless it was absolutely necessary.

Moreover, he had already completed Sequence 9 and only needed to find the ritual to break through. Who knew if the next mission would directly provide the relevant information?

"You had better advise your friend more; there are many paths to becoming a god, there is no need to stick to one."

"I will. Then I will take my leave today, Miss Christiana, see you later."

"Goodbye." Christiana also smiled and waved at him, "When you reach the entrance, Feynman will help you open the door."

"Okay, thank you."

Having said that, Locke Galahad didn't stay any longer, waved at Christiana, and set foot on the passage he came from again.

Because of the pathway matter, he even forgot to ask why that bartender, Feynman, seemed to have a bit of a grudge against him.

After suppressing all his worries, Locke Galahad quickly walked to the entrance. Sure enough, as Christiana said, when he reached the door, the closed secret door immediately opened slowly, and the burly Feynman was standing at the door to welcome him.

Locke Galahad smiled at him and then stepped out.

"Hey, buddy, welcome to the Church of the Night Goddess."

At this moment, Feynman seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness that happened earlier and took the initiative to reach out his hand to him. "Thank you." Locke Galahad didn't dwell on it too much and reached out to shake it.

Feynman, wearing an Owl mask, very naturally put his arm around his shoulder and led him toward the bar.

"Guy, little brother, I don't know what plans you have for the future. Have you considered coming to the Moonlit Bar to be a bartender like me?"

"Bartender?"

Locke Galahad sat on the booth in front of the bar and hesitated for a moment. Seeing this, Feynman raised an eyebrow and continued: "Do you know why our place is called Moonlit Bar?"

"Because the Goddess says moonlight equals date, so you know."

Seeing that Locke Galahad was still indifferent, he reached out his fist and gently punched Locke Galahad's shoulder.

"As long as you come to work with me, I guarantee to make you the most popular man in the whole bar, and you'll have endless dates."

"I'll think about it."

Locke Galahad smiled and didn't refuse on the spot. Of course, this didn't mean he wanted to be a bartender.

With the anti-terrorism system he possessed, it was destined to be impossible for him to stay in one place for a long time.

Wandering around, searching for the Transcendent opponents that corresponded to this world from the horror movies he had seen in his past life, that was his path.

Feynman knew this was a polite refusal, so he didn't force it anymore, turned around, and took out a square ice cube to start carving.

Sizzle, sizzle! This crisp sound made the restlessness in Locke Galahad's heart calm down.

"Please give me another large glass of red wine."

"rose moonlight, limited to one glass per person," Feynman said without raising his head.

"Ordinary is fine. I don't know why, but I want to drink something today."

Feynman stopped carving the ice and took a deep look at him, "Then I recommend you don't drink red wine. That stuff has no effect on us at all. Drink this."

He immediately turned around and took a deep yellow, square bottle from the wine rack.

"If you want to get drunk, drink this. Moonlit Bar's special Blue Moon. Ordinary people will pass out with one drop. I'll get you a glass; it should satisfy you."

"Thank you." Locke Galahad tapped the table lightly, then turned to lean on the bar and began to scan the tavern aimlessly.

"Caw, caw—" Xiao Qi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, saw him in a bad mood and drinking, so it called out twice.

Locke Galahad knew what it meant, and without turning his head, he said to Feynman again: "Mr. Owl, please bring a cup of tea for my pet."

After he said this, Xiao Qi immediately became obedient and just stood quietly on his shoulder, no longer speaking.

Locke Galahad just watched aimlessly. When his eyes moved to the booth furthest from him, he discovered a girl with a somewhat strange aura.

In his perception, the other party was clearly an ordinary person, but there was a faint trace of supernatural aura on her.

"Could it be that the opportunity has arrived already?"

Just as he was preparing to stand up and approach her to test her, the girl turned her head directly to look over. Locke Galahad noticed the girl's pupils shrink significantly. "Has she discovered me?"

Following that, the thin girl wearing a mask left the main group, walked straight towards him, pulled out a seat next to him, sat down directly, then pushed the Dream Demon mask on her face up to the top of her head, took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, lit it, and took a big puff. "You—you seemed to be looking at me just now?"

The smoke the girl exhaled sprayed directly onto Locke Galahad's face. While saying this, she even tilted her head up and stared straight into Locke Galahad's eyes.

When the other party took off the mask, although Locke Galahad's expression didn't change, his pupils dilated unnaturally.

Because he knew this girl, and his impression of her was very deep. The other party was the heroine of the horror movie "The Person in the Mirror", Maria.

Moreover, at the same time as she struck up a conversation with him, the system immediately triggered a mission, and the mission reward made his mood no longer so heavy.

"This came at just the right time."