In the 19th century, the influence of the church was not as good as before, but we could still see the afterglow of the grand occasions of the past. In the religious library, the priests came in and out in a solemn expression and rarely talked, but the rich smell of holy water brought by Ansbilis and Osia frowned.

"The holy water of this era is much more authentic than it will be a hundred years later," said Ansbilis. "They spent too much unnecessary time and energy on the jihad."

The black cat meowed a few times.

"You want to express your thoughts, too?"

The black cat scratched the word: Function.

"You want to say that the existence of the blood clan promotes human dependence on religion, and the armistice has weakened their functions instead?"

One person and one cat are quiet for a while.

Ansbilis also said: "Humans have developed well on an unprecedented path. Although I scoffed at Gordon's remarks, I have to admit that mobile phones and computers are very useful."

If there is a philosopher or sociologist here, maybe the topic can be communicated infinitely in-depth. Unfortunately, there is only a boring blood clan and a boring black cat here, so the topic will soon stop.

They waited late at night and confirmed that the entire library had fallen asleep, so they tiptoed to the library that collected ancient books.

Ansbilis looked at the room with clear windows and shrugged regretfully, "It seems you can't catch a rat for a midnight snack."

“…”

The black cat said that he had heard nothing and jumped onto a bookshelf on his own.

"Where do we start looking for? Letters? Year? Or Classification? Hey!" Ansbilis held a shaky "thick brick" in time and patted the black cat who was almost "superheld" by "Tarzan". "Don't worry me, okay?"

The black cat shook his tail and said he heard it.

Ansbilis carried it to the bottom of the bookshelf: "This is your territory. Leave it to me."

The black cat glanced at him suspiciously.

Ansbilis had already read the top row of books at a speed that humans could not catch, and covered his forehead in pain: "The blood clan who reads the books written by the Holy See is more painful than the cats who cannot eat mice."

Black Cat: "…"

After two nights and one day, they finally finished reading all the ancient books.

The heavy reading tasks made them sleeplessly, regardless of the day, and even used them during the day. They blatantly made a sound of brushing paper in the coming and going library. However, the ancient book library was too remote. Except for a night watchman walking slowly from outside with an oil lamp on the second night, it was as quiet as an isolated island.

However, it is of no use.

Ansbilis was confident that his holy See was enough to participate in a bishop assessment, but he still couldn't find any information related to time control reads; if he had to say that there was, it was probably only the sentence given by the British Blog Library administrator:

God can do everything.

"God can do everything... This sentence is amazing!" Ansbilis was tortured to a point of mental disorder. "Thirty-six hours were to prove that 'Godden is a god'?... Can you come up with a joke that is better than it?"

The black cat's paws unconsciously patted his head.

"Let's do it!"

Ansbilis turned into a bat in one second, looking at the black cat expectantly.

The black cat screamed, jumped off the bookshelf, and ran out desperately.

The bat chased behind slowly, and his complacent attitude had already regarded the black cat running desperately in front of him as his own meal.

The black cat ran to the end of the corridor, scratched the door with his paws, and found that he could not push it open, so he turned around in horror...

The bat had already turned into a human body and slowly leaned over in elegant steps. The oil lamps on both sides of the corridor lengthened his reflection and slowly covered the black cat.

The black cat suddenly stood up seriously. Even though it was not tall enough and had awkward appearance, it still tried hard to express its desire to talk to him equally.

Ansbilis smiled and said, "Don't you think I'm a bat, can we communicate more smoothly?"

Don't feel it at all!

The black cat landed on the front paws and posed in an offensive posture.

Ansbilis's face turned cold: "You want to fight me?"

The black cat leaped forward, jumped to the edge of his trousers, rubbed his face against his shoes, then turned his body, revealing his soft belly, and making a flattering cry in his mouth.

...

Ansbilis picked it up, rubbed it with his nose and placed it on his shoulder, and said helplessly and docilely: "Okay, let you go this time. Three months are not long or short. We have to think of ways and hurry up."

Tommy Thompson suddenly flicked and sat up from the bed, and the ball of pomrose on his nightcap fell on his nose, making him sneeze. This was the first time he woke up in the middle of the night after squeezing out the old director who only knew how to eat, drink, defecate, sleep and report.

A handkerchief appeared in front of him, he took it, blew his nose, and casually said, "Thank you...hehe! Who?!"

Ansbilis thoughtfully lit up the oil lamp and brought him a glass of water: "Drink some water and say it slowly."

Tommy took out the cross from his pajamas and blocked him: "Don't get close to me anymore, I'll be polite to you!"

Ansbilis put down his cup, raised his hands to show his innocence, and slowly took three steps back: "I am a blood clan."

"Oh, my god!" Tommy pushed open the window in fear and prepared to run away.

The Vampire reminded him behind him: "This is the fourth floor, have you brought a parachute?"

Tommy quickly closed the window and kept placing crosses on his chest: "I almost forgot that I was afraid of heights."

"I have no malicious intentions..."

Tommy wailed suddenly: "Woo, my god... the blood clan said so before he did something bad;."

Ansbilis: "…"

Tommy cried more and more sad: "I just became the director, and I have only been three months... Woo, have my salary still been issued this month? I have only read the "God's History" three chapters... I had known that I would read from the back. And my paper, I have already made an outline. Woo, I agreed to give the Pope the purpose."

Ansbilis said, “I want to ask questions about God.”

"I can't say anything." Tommy squatted in the corner of the bed, holding the pillow in horror, tears in tears.

Ansbilis said: "Who can control the time?"

Tommy blurted out: "God."

Ansbilis said: "What else? Like an angel?"

Tommy sobbed and said, "What are you asking about this?"

Ansbilis glanced over the books and papers placed on the bedside table: "For, write papers."

Tommy was shocked: "The blood clan also wants to write papers?"

Ansbilis said: "Well, the annual assessment."

Tommy said: "This is a major discovery!" He grabbed the pen and recorded it, "Why do you want to write a paper? What aspects are there? Are there format requirements? Where to publish it?"

Ansbilis slowly stroked the cat in his arms with an increasingly stiff smile.

Maybe he should try hypnosis again?

Although it may fail as before, if you don’t do anything, you will definitely be anti-hypnotic.

Tommy said a lot, and found that the other party had no reaction, so he said embarrassedly: "Did you just ask me who else can do this besides God? Although I can't be sure, a book once wrote a passage like this: A volcano suddenly erupted, and the mountain people had nowhere to hide, begging for God's help. The God who built the world heard the crying, paused time and moved the mountain people elsewhere."

Ansbilis flashed a light: "Who is the messenger of God?"

Tommy said: "Prime Minister of Heaven, Metatron."

The angel next to Gordon is Metatron?

This is as ridiculous as Gordon being a God. If Gordon could command Metatron, what's the difference with God?

Absolutely impossible!

Ansbilis said: "There must be other answers."

Tommy said unhappily: "How dare you doubt my erudition?"

Ansbilis said: "Can you guarantee that you have understood all the mysteries of the Nine Realms?"

"Nine Realms?" said Tommy, "Is it true that God created nine worlds, and we are only one of them?"

Ansbilis asked without answering a question: "Is there any other way to control the time?"

Tommy thought he had bad intentions and resolutely denied this possibility: "Control time means controlling the past, present and future, which is equivalent to controlling all reads; If a person who masters this power has evil thoughts, the world will be in chaos and God will not allow it."

indeed.

The world is in chaos.

Ansbilis said: "So is there a way to borrow the power of God or Metatron?"

Perhaps Ansbilis was so kind and too human, which made Tommy let down his initial vigilance and sneerlessly: "Do you think the power of God is the library's books?"

It is difficult to get real answers with such abstract questions and answers.

Ansbilis asked to read all books related to God and Metatron.

Tommy said, “Let’s read all the books. This is the religious library, everything is given by God.”

“…”

In order to reduce the workload, Ansbilis chose to look at Metatron first, which was surprisingly few.

Tommy said: "Of the Seven Angels, he is a very low-key one." He paused, "dressed more than other angels." He took out a big, thick and heavy book, placed it on the table, and turned on the first page, and saw a fuzzy blond angel. He carried dozens of white wings on his back, just like a snow-capped mountain range that was crowded together.

Ansbilis whispered: "Blonde, blue eyes."
To be continued...