madnovel Chapter 38 Promotion to Feast Attendant Apostle
Chapter 38 Promotion to Feast Attendant Apostle
The scalding heat, carrying salty, sweet, and even sweeter flavors, exploded in my mouth and spread down my throat to every part of my body.
Lucius's consciousness involuntarily rose.
The office scene quickly blurred, and he seemed to have arrived at a crimson church.
Here you'll find bone benches, deep red stained glass, and a golden altar that beats like a heart.
Lucius stood between two rows of benches, realizing he was still being promoted to Attendant Apostle. Without time to think further, he closed his eyes and silently recited in his mind:
"I, Lucius Anderson, hereby agree to be promoted to the rank of First-Order Feast Apostle."
boom!
His consciousness suddenly sank, and the dome of the crimson church began to crumble the moment he uttered the word "self-permission."
Before the door opened, Lucius sensed some unseen presence pushing it open from outside the church.
However, he has returned to his physical body.
The afterimages of color faded, and the silvery moonlight filled his pupils once more. Lucius felt his head swell, and he couldn't help but recall the rumors he had just heard:
"A woman's desires are not as deep as a man's, but a mother will never be far away when a child is born, while a father may not. If we get closer, we will..."
"That's enough, you can't think about it anymore!"
Lucius kept hitting his head with his hands; he could feel strange sensations throughout his body.
The veins in his wrists seemed to flow with fine wine; his skin was brittle and crisp, and his muscles tasted as delicious as the Highland lamb chops from an oak-wood restaurant.
"Is this a case of sequence out of control?"
Lucius was startled, forcing himself to muster the last shred of clarity, and focused his gaze on the occult diary in his mind:
[On July 1, 1855, in the Fifth Age, I drank the potion of advancement in a room filled with dark-colored cloth and moonlight, and heard the tale of the Named One in the Crimson Church.]
【Feast Attendant Apostle (lv0, 0%)】
【Sexual characteristics: Lamp (1), Cup (1)】
[Abilities: Sevenfold Protection, Dream Entry, Facial Recognition]
[Introduction: He who gives us pleasure saves us from death and from boredom; we should give everything for Him.]
[Hint: Promoted to Feast Attendant Apostle, infected with Helpless Blood]
[Helpless Blood: In a time of rampant disease, I fell ill; my blood is malfunctioning, and my muscles and bones are aching. However, if I were to receive the holy blood of the Joyful One, perhaps my life could be extended.]
"Add some points!"
[Consumes 1 Mystic Point, Serves the Feast Apostle (lv0→lv1, 0%)]
Current Mysticism Points: 0
"Huff, huff!" Lucius lay on the ground, panting heavily.
The wine in my wrist returned to the temperature and viscosity of normal blood, and my skin and muscles reverted to their normal physiological tissue color.
After a long while, the physical abnormality was finally suppressed back to a state of calm.
After a moment, Lucius slowly propped himself up from the floor and activated his sensory mask to look inside his body.
First, the colors of both aspects were a shade brighter than before their promotion, confirming his guess when he observed Felix and Oliver:
The more times one advances through the sequence, the stronger the radiance of one's inner nature becomes.
The direct result of this was that his physical abilities became much stronger, approximately 1.5 times stronger than before, depending on the changes in his sexual characteristics.
At the same time, thinking becomes more agile, and the scattered esoteric knowledge in the mind intersects to form a clear mind map.
Secondly, there's the exclusive ability of the Feast Attendant Apostle, Sevenfold Protection, which represents seven different blessings:
Strength, speed, defense, spirit, charisma, healing, change.
"Very comprehensive support abilities." Lucius nodded in satisfaction, then his gaze fell on the line in the diary describing the Blood of Helplessness, and his brows furrowed.
"Why didn't Felix mention this before, that there's such a hidden danger in being promoted to Attendant Apostle?"
Lucius thought for a moment and quickly understood.
The only difference between him and the other apostles who served at the banquet was his influence on the atmosphere; he pleased himself.
Having figured out the key points, Lucius stopped worrying and instead focused his attention on his successful promotion.
"I have become the Apostle of the Feast." A faint joy slowly rose within him, much calmer than he had expected.
Lucius pushed open the office door and saw Felix and Oliver, their muscles tense and their expressions serious, in the hallway.
"What's going on with you two?" Lucius asked uncertainly, looking at their tense state.
Oliver's gaze swept quickly across his face, confirming that there were no abnormal changes on his skin, then he relaxed his shoulders, and a smile returned to his face:
"We smelled a strong aroma downstairs, and that aroma... how should I put it, it was ten times stronger than the milky aroma of Akara coffee."
"Your sequence is out of control." Felix was more direct than Oliver, his grey-blue eyes showing no sign of relaxation.
"The scent suddenly disappeared when Oliver and I were about to go upstairs and break down the door."
"You pulled yourself back from the brink of losing control?"
"I realized there was a crimson church..." Lucius didn't hide anything, recounting his experiences other than his occult diary and his attempts to please himself.
"The Crimson Church? None of the other Feasting Apostles mentioned in our records have described a similar scene." Felix thought for a moment and offered his suggestion:
"You can choose to write a formal report about this promotion process, which I will submit to the Anti-Suppression Bureau's archives for filing. That would be a small contribution for you."
The three of them put the matter behind them. Lucius glanced at the clock; the hour hand had just passed seven, and the minute hand was pointing to twelve.
"Captain, can I go back now?"
"Of course," Felix agreed.
As the three reached the main entrance of the detective agency, Felix, standing below the door frame, reminded them again:
"You've just been promoted to a Sequencer. Go back and get some rest. Don't forget to practice your revolver at the police station tomorrow. I've already informed the range manager in advance; he'll be on duty tomorrow morning."
"Okay," Lucius nodded and went down the stairs.
At this time, the steam trams had long since stopped running, and Lucius waved down a passing horse-drawn carriage on the street.
When he arrived at Bank Street, he glanced in the direction of Moran Bookstore. The door was still closed, so it seemed that Miss Moran had not yet returned from Elon.
As he walked to the front of the apartment building and inserted the key into the lock in the foyer, his stomach let out a clear protest.
Lucius then realized that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, and his body was relying entirely on the food from the morning banquet to keep him going.
After hesitating for a moment between sleeping and eating, he closed the door, walked down the street, and turned into the corner restaurant he had noted down while strolling through the Bank Street market the day before.
The waiter was a young man wearing a white apron. When he saw someone push the door open and come in, he led Lucius to a window facing the street and wiped away the bread crumbs left on the table.
Lucius opened the menu, didn't look at it carefully, casually ordered roast pork and potato soup, and then handed the menu back.
While waiting for his food, he leaned back in the wooden chair and looked around. Under the observation of his facial features, he noticed that most of the people sitting scattered around the restaurant had very light-colored facial features.
Then his gaze fell on a woman in a gray dress in the corner, who seemed to smell exceptionally sweet and delicious.
The woman seemed to notice his gaze, put down her spoon, and turned her upper body to look at Lucius.
I saw the infatuated look in his eyes.
She frowned, pushed back her chair, picked up her handbag, gestured to the waiter to pay the bill, and left the restaurant.
Lucius then realized that he had been mistaken for a pervert.
"I must be too hungry."
Lucius beckoned the waiter over, added black pepper steak and steamed oysters to the menu, and then waited quietly.