infodatos Chapter 601 Curriculum and Practice
Chapter 601 Curriculum and Practice
Chapter 601 Curriculum and Practice
"Alright, that concludes the general procedure for the sacrificial ceremony—'The Descent of the Sanctuary.'"
Lu Ze threw down the chalk and turned around in front of the blackboard.
At this moment, the blackboard was completely filled with various patterns and words. They were numerous twisted and insane symbols of evil gods, and densely packed ancient Hermetic script filled with blasphemous and filthy meanings.
The blackboard was dominated by several sketches of human figures drawn by Lu Ze: a figure that looked like it was about to take off its clothes, tearing off its skin and trying to put it on a scarecrow; a figure that had cut off its arms and legs and then reattached them, crawling on its back on the ground... as well as the last sketches Lu Ze left behind.
This is a simple line drawing of a family of three. The figures of the wife and child are missing their top parts, which appear on the shoulders of the central figure. The three heads are gathered on the same body, their mouths wide open in exaggerated joy, as if praising the glory of the gods.
Although the blackboard only had some simple sketches, it instinctively made people feel uncomfortable.
"So, was there anyone who didn't understand? Or... do you have any questions?"
Lu Ze clapped his hands, wiping away the chalk dust as he asked.
The meeting room was completely silent.
The men in red gloves remained silent in their chairs, their expressions grim. As seasoned and extraordinary individuals who had witnessed much in their lives, they weren't prone to feeling disgusted or uncomfortable by simple drawings. Yet, the absurd and terrifying undertones of these images were clearly conveyed to each of them.
They all stared silently at Lu Ze, their expressions seeming to say, "Please, stop talking."
"What's going on? The atmosphere isn't very lively."
In the somber atmosphere, Lu Ze slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
He continued, "Listen carefully, everyone. What I'm sharing with you today are extremely evil and harmful rituals. They must never be shared, nor are they allowed to be written down. What you should do is keep them in your heads. I hope this knowledge will be helpful in your future work..."
"By the goddess above, how does he know about so many evil rituals?"
Leonard overheard his colleague muttering something under his breath.
Don't gossip, they'll hear you...
Just as he was about to remind the other party, he heard the senior butler on the podium, who was dressed in a black suit and red shirt and had a cold demeanor, suddenly speak up, "Mr. Nelson Sandro, if you have a question, you might as well speak up."
"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency Ishmael!"
With a "clatter," the man in red gloves jumped up from his chair in fright. "I have nothing to ask!"
"Nothing else to ask? Okay, then I'll ask you. I just mentioned several cults of evil gods. What are the ways to distinguish them?"
Lu Ze smiled coldly and pressed on with the question.
Having been a "listener" before, his hearing is exceptionally good.
To be honest, given his usual personality, he wouldn't bother with this kind of thing at all. But, since he's now in charge here, as the new leader, he needs to project authority.
"Um, this..."
Nelson Sandro's face immediately fell, and he racked his brains before saying, "Well, they all worship different evil gods..."
Furthermore, their underlying philosophies are also different...
For a combat unit accustomed to fighting and killing, asking him to attend classes like a student was really asking too much of him. Moreover, the high-ranking deacon's indifferent gaze and the overly quiet classroom environment further intensified his sense of pressure.
Fortunately, someone came to the rescue.
"Thump thump thump!"
"Your Excellency, there is a telegram for you."
A church member in charge of liaison strode into the meeting room and handed over a translated telegram.
Lu Ze reached out and took it, flipped through it, and then laughed.
"Just now, a case suspected of involving a cult ritual occurred in the Backlund Bridge area. The police department couldn't handle it, so it's been transferred to us." He looked up. "We've already had a few theoretical lessons, so it's time to put them into practice."
Lu Ze thought for a moment and then said, "However, it's not really appropriate for the entire team to go out and investigate a case... How about this, Sandro's team, get ready and come with me to the scene."
Many Red Gloves members immediately turned their attention to the one standing there, who looked embarrassed.
"yes!"
Leonard's captain, "The Witch" Soster, stood up and spoke.
Inside a house in the Hilton district.
"Snapped!"
Fors snapped her fingers, and a flame appeared at her fingertips as if by magic. She lit a cigarette with a filter in her mouth, then unfolded a copy of the Tasok River Daily that had been delivered that morning and lazily read the news.
Admiral Emilius has been transferred to the position of Minister of Naval Defense, declaring that he will continue to serve the kingdom.
That name sounds familiar... Oh, right, he's the guy who was attacked by Mr. Temperance and almost had a mental breakdown... Judging by his appearance, he's recovered? He suffered such a crushing defeat in "Bayam," yet he still holds a high position in the kingdom...
After all, he was a demigod, and also represented the power of a family.
Thinking of this, Fors smiled somewhat sarcastically. After briefly glancing at the contents, she turned the pages.
[The mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow achieves another feat, slaying "Blood General"!]
Is the "Blood General" dead?
He barely escaped the pirate tournament, only to die in the end; perhaps that's fate. However, this mad adventurer's experiences are quite interesting, and he seems to have some connection with two female pirate generals...
Fors tapped his cigarette ash and became engrossed in reading the story about Gehrman Sparrow.
Gradually, she had an idea.
Perhaps this could be used as material to write a new novel... Actually, if it were based on Mr. Temperance, the story might be even more exciting, but I wouldn't dare... Using Gehrman Sparrow as the protagonist would eliminate any pressure...
Fors scribbled on a piece of paper, planning to write a fast-paced novel blending romance, thriller, and adventure, titled "The Untold Stories of Crazy Adventurers and Female Pirate Generals." She was confident that although the title was somewhat vulgar, it would definitely be a bestseller...
After all, I'm a bit short of money lately.
She thought to herself, and continued flipping through the newspaper.
The third edition boldly stated:
Scientific research has proven that the Fusak people are inherently inferior and are a warlike, flawed race.
"Tsk."
Upon reading such a title, Fors immediately showed disgust.
Another third-rate article that tries to sow discord...
Although the relationship between Rune and Fussack has always been somewhat fraught, public opinion seems to have become increasingly extreme in recent years.
As a writer, she sensed a dangerous undercurrent in this.