The pale light is in danger, like a burning silver moon floating on the sea.

Incomparable majesty is like the coming of the Holy Spirit, and there is nothing under the gray robe, which exudes pale and nothingness. Reason and madness alternately flash, but the contradiction is just right.

this……

How is that possible?

Catalina forgot her words, fear pierced her skin, but a trace of expectation that she hadn't even noticed...

"Isn't Ruo Catalina of the Auckland family?" The voice of the words was low and hoarse, like metal blades whirling in the icy wind:

"The secret keeper comes to fulfill the agreement."

She knew that the collection of Silver Knight was extraordinary, but she didn't expect that she could be connected with such a transcendent existence.

At this moment, the invisible sense of oppression poured towards Catalina like a mountain.

Facing the unknown transcendent existence, even a glance is enough to make people madly-

Catalina, who knew this well, couldn't help but lower her head and kneel respectfully, not daring to look at her.

She could feel the scrutiny of her eyes, but she didn't dare to look up and look directly. Even in her dream, she could feel the shallow sweat oozing out from her forehead.

"Yes, Venerable. Below are Catalina of the Oakland family, descendants of the Duke of Brandon, and the Sir Gelt clan of the Silver Knight."

He slowly approached, and the air passed through the gaps in the robe, causing the smoky gray cloth to sway and dance. She couldn't even guess what was shrouded under the robe.

"Before treatment, I must warn you, Catalina, that everything is not without risks. Once it fails, your birthstone will be broken. Are you willing to take such a risk?"

The gray voice is told in a leisurely manner.

Fragmented...

The invisible cold wind made Catalina fight a cold war. In the field of mysticism, the shattering of the birthstone is almost the same as death.

It represents the fragmentation of the soul: extraordinary people will lose their self-awareness and only have instinctive eating and metabolic behaviors, and are ignorant and stupid, no different from plants.

Catalina suddenly felt a strange fear:

She never thought about this, or she was never really ready to face her fate.

Death is like something that will only happen tomorrow, but it should never happen today.

She may forget the colors of dusk and dawn; forget the fragrance of iris; forget the smell of lemon cake and clear sky soda; forget the people she loves; forget the past, present, and future.

Day and night no longer repeat, church bells no longer ring, the lonely seagulls circling on the coast will stay there forever, and she can no longer leave things until tomorrow to do...

It sounds terrible, even more terrifying than all the ghost stories Catalina had heard when she was a child.

Just thinking about this possibility will make the soul tremble.

But after a brief silence, she still raised her face:

"I'm ready, Master."

"Okay, offer your birthstone."

Catalina stretched out her hands and presented the phosphorus leaf stone that belonged to her. The burning black iron claws passed through her palms like a phantom, and the green distorted crystal was instantly swallowed by the moon-white flames.

She felt a burning sensation, empty but cold, as if a skinning knife cut her soul inch by inch. Then there was a terrifying, death-like suffocation...

Consciousness suddenly fell into the deep sea, and vision shattered into some colorful dots. Catalina felt her vision dim and gradually fainted...

When the last trace of consciousness disappeared, a green phantom flashed in my mind—

Full and pure, like a teardrop flowing into the sky.

...

It should be considered successful...

Under the gray burqa, Ed hesitated.

【》》》》》 downloading character data…》》》】

The moment he came into contact with Catalina's birthstone, the Secret Guardian program downloaded Catalina's character data for him again. A new character card appeared in his palm with the light-

『Catalina Oakland』

In the card, the girl's bright chestnut waist-length wavy hair is soft and rich, woven into a bunch of buds to be put on her head. She has clear green eyes like jade, and her cheeks and nose bridges are dotted with some light freckles.

The peacock green seiko jacket is decorated with fine gold chains and is wrapped in a milky white long-sleeved shirt with lace accordion frills on the inner side. The waist is decorated with a carved waistband made of red leather, and the carved boots are carved with curly grass and vine patterns, which looks heroic and elegant.

Another character card...?

At this moment, I no longer need a character card to maintain my life like when I was just resurrected. What's more, the people in the Shentuo Bureau already know that his personality crystallization is tourmaline. If there is any change, it may cause more serious suspicion.

From this point of view, this card seems to have little meaning to him.

Ed was about to leave, but suddenly he felt his breathing stagnation...

In the distance, a silver figure stared at him like a ghost, his armor was as bright as the first snow, and his figure was as magnificent as the silver ice peak. He stared at him but did not speak.

Subconsciously incarnated? Ed had to pretend to be calm and dare not act rashly.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment.

A nameless wind blew, and the maple leaves were like weeping and complaining...

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the Silver Helmet Knight finally put his sword into the sheath and slowly turned around and left.

Its back looked like a grain of mercury, disappearing into the red leaves falling like tears in the blink of an eye...

...

When Catalina woke up from her dream, the lazy sunshine in the early spring morning had already shone through the morning fog, and outlined a blurry halo in the house.

Did I have a nightmare again?

The light fell on her chestnut hair that was rolling beside her cheeks, shining with a faint golden rhythm. She wiped the remaining sweat stains on her neck with the back of her hand, perhaps that was the only proof that the nightmare had happened...

Knock, knock three times, and the door sounded softly. The maid pushed the dining cart and parked it at the door, preparing to serve her and then wash and have a meal.

Catalina sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Suddenly, the gorgeous tin dining cover fell to the ground, making a noise of ping-pong, completely driving away her tiredness.

She was stunned for a moment, raised her head, but saw the maid staring at her with an incredible expression, as if she had witnessed some miracle.

Wait, miracle...?

What happened in the dream quickly replayed in my mind... the white flame and the "secret keeper" in the gray robe.

She lowered her head and looked at her palm—

Calm, gentle, stretching and flexing, and no longer uncontrollable tremors.

Tick, a drop of burning tears fell on the palm of your palm, and was quickly dissolved by the morning light of dawn.

Hurry footsteps came from outside the corridor, and the old butler Lawn came when he heard the sound. He saw Catalina's tearful eyes and looked at the maid with a serious expression...

"No, Grandpa Luoen, listen to my explanation..."

Catalina stood up directly on the carpet, and this stop made Lawn stunned and at a loss:

"Miss Catalina, you...this..."

He looked at the maid, and the other party looked almost the same, obviously knowing nothing about the situation.

"Yes, my crystal malignant disease has disappeared." She smiled and said calmly.

The nightmare that had troubled her for nine years has finally disappeared. She could feel the structure of the crystals in her brain - stable, orderly, and exuding vitality.

"The Holy Spirit is above, thanks to the Lord's grace. This matter is of great importance. Please allow me to surrender first and report to the master."

Lawn quickly regained his due demeanor, but the smile on his face could no longer be hidden. He closed the door and left quickly.

"Go to handle other matters first, Lisa, I will wash up and handle it myself." Catalina told the maid as usual.

It was not until the other party closed the door and walked away in the corridor that she ran over on tiptoe, leaning her back behind the door, and taking a deep breath in disbelief.

Who is the sacred person in the dream?

She closed her eyes, her mind full of fantasies:

Could that pale white magical flame be Mentilsa, the "Eternal Flame"? No, he is an extremely arrogant elf magician and will never help humans easily.

Sadion of the Red Islands? That person is more a voodoo warlock than a wizard. It is better not to be him.

"Flower Maker" Florin? No, that is a fictional character in the Knight novel, and he will not wear the terrifying black iron crown on his head.

Wait for a moment, the gray shabby robe - "Foundary Scholar" Johnnitz van der Wick?!

That all-rounder four hundred years ago?!

Sword fight, secret text, alchemy, philosophy, art, and everything. Every field has its own highlights-

The body structure of the swordsman is divided into four quadrants with geometric concepts: high, low, left and right quadrants, and the four basic swordsman postures were formally established: "rhino style", "plough style", "top style" and "fool style" were formally established;

Disassemble the general "alchemy" into three schools: gem facetology, mechanics, and potions, and leave behind countless design concepts that transcend the times;

The research confirmed the cause of werewolf, leaving behind the immortal academic work "Full Moon and New Moon". It openly opposes the church's witch hunting movement and plants the spark for the enlightenment thoughts of later generations.

Only geniuses like Master Van derwick can solve the ultimate problem of the mystical academic community, "crystalline malignancy".
To be continued...