They chased the man who tore off his ankle flesh, crossing many roads and streets.

  Fortunately, it was late and extremely dark at night in Portsmouth. Very few people roamed outside during this time, and if there were people, they were mostly vagrants, as well as drunken men vomiting on the street.

  Ultimately, the chase, as well as the bloody trail left behind, did not draw much attention. Even if it did, most people turned their heads, minding their business.

  As Ulrich's breath became ragged, and his leg churned with heat, he couldn’t help but recall the huge chunk of ice,” Are you not worried about that? What if someone sees it?”

  Victor smirked, one that was not quite arrogant, but rather, haughty as he answered, “The spell effect from an external source, such as a Cursed Object, will naturally disappear without the support of ‘spirituality’. Of course, for every rule, there are exceptions. However, the ‘Frost’ spell he used is very common and is not permanent.”

  He elaborated further by exerting his knowledge of the Frost Spell,” With my understanding, the ice should have melted and disappeared by now. If anyone saw it during this short time window of time, I doubt they would believe it. And if they do and speak of it, ‘we’ will know. By then…”

  Victor believed that Ulrich should have grasped the corresponding meaning of his words without the need to speak of it explicitly.

  At the same time, he felt the need to fill in some details regarding the Ministry and added, “Our Ministry members are ‘Watchmans’, we work under the watchful gaze of the Great Night Mother.”

  Watchman? Ulrich fell silent, his hand fiddled with the coin in his pocket.

  This is the third time that he had heard this term. The first was from Captain Ottis, the second from the man they are chasing, and finally, from Victor directly. Thinking about this for a moment, he recalled a certain title out at sea.

  “Watchmans, as in the one that watches over the lighthouse? The Light Keeper?”

  Victor nodded with a smile. He appreciated talking to smart people,” Yes, we used to bear that title.”

  “You must have read, or at least seen the Book of Revelation from the St. Samuel, correct?”

  Ulrich wanted to deny this inquiry; however, in the past, he did indeed dabble in religion to increase his understanding of the world. This was all in the hope of finding a clue to his transmigrations.

  “I dabble,” He answered, then recited a rather popular line from the Book of Revelations,” The Great Mother watches all, her ears are in the wall, in the water, in the sea across the five luminants, and she ‘graces’ all being beyond the living world!”

  Victor chuckled, perhaps out of sheer amusement, or intrigued as he continued off of Ulrich’s answer,” Indeed, it is the most recognized recitation regarding ‘her’ status and grace. However, it is also the most misunderstood.”

  “‘Her’?” Ulrich repeated under his breath, still audible enough for Victor to pick it up.

  “The book of revelations, first page—thou shalt not disrespect God. To address a God with their name, or directly, is an act of blasphemy,” Victor explained, though he shook his head and sighed,” Normal people don’t have to worry about this, as a God will not bother with mortals, mostly.”

  “However, as Weavers, we must be careful in the way we address ‘God’, and any supernatural entity for that matter. When you become a Weaver, you will understand. This is all due to a law known as “The Law of Contact"."

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  At this moment, Ulrich wanted to inquire more about the graces and status of the Great Night Mother, but Victor stopped him.

  “We’re here,” He said, his finger was gracing his lips, gesturing for Ulrich to stay quiet.

  They arrived at a dilapidated street in the furthest corner of the Eastern District. The condition of this area was poor, even by the standard of the Outer District. In fact, there wasn’t even lamp light on the street.

  As they stood on the rooftop, observing the movement of the crazed man, their breath became audible. Even a single heartbeat was magnified by many folds.

  Only when they finally picked up their feet and entered did they realize how eerie and desolate this place was.

  While the strong scent of salt from the ocean relieved their mind, that feeling of being buried in darkness and isolation only grew stronger. Finally, after running for another four minutes, they arrived at a wretched building.

  “What do you think?” Ulrich whispered. Honestly speaking, even with the revolver in his hand and his experience with firearms, he wasn’t confident in confronting these unknown enemies.

  Just the existence of the so-called “Cursed Tools” is enough to flip the board… He sighed.

  At the same time, Victor fell silent with his eyes closed. Only after thinking about it for a minute did he answer,” We stay far away and observe.”

  There was a mischievous look on his face as he continued,” Just because we are far doesn’t mean nothing can be done.”

  With that said, he reached into his chest and pulled out an amulet. It was similar to the pendulum that Ulrich saw from their first meeting; however, the material of the chains was silver, and the gem was green instead of orange.

  “A special object?” Ulrich subconsciously blurted out.

  “No, just an ordinary silver amulet with a Kyster shell.”

  Kyster shell? The same kind of seashell you find at the shore of the sea? Ulrich noted mentally.

  Victor quickly added, “Cursed Tools and 'Cursed Object' are restricted and dangerous. Basically speaking, unless necessary, we try not to use them.”

  At this moment, Victor turned toward the building that was just two blocks away. Strangely enough, he didn’t wear the amulet, but instead, held it tightly in the center of his palm, almost like holding a rosary.

  This time, Ulrich was close enough to hear Victor’s whisper as he recited in Hermes.

  “The Great Mother beyond the sky, I pray for your loving grace, eternal blessing, and the bestowment of ‘scrying’!”

  Instantly, a ‘light’ appears.

  It was black, thumping with excitement, and the amulet, which was an ordinary object, pulsed with this black light that resembled a beating heart.

  Praying to the Night Mother give an immediate response?! There isn’t even an altar or sacrifice, this… is an improper ritual! Ulrich was startled, but he held back his shock and noticed that the amulet slowly retracted its light.

  Eventually, it returned to normal. But he had a feeling that this amulet was not ordinary in the slightest.

  “You can pray for an immediate bestowment?”

  Hearing this, Victor grin widely, ”Do you want to try?”

  Try? In my dreams! Ulrich didn’t press further and simply watched as Victor closed his eyes.

  As Victor closed his eyes, he ‘lost’ his vision. However, this loss of sight was replaced by something else. This something else was the ‘ears and eyes of the wind’.

  Through the use of ‘scrying’ bestowed upon him by the Night Mother, combined with his own talent of ‘Wind Blessed’, as well as the aid of the ‘Kyster shell’, the ‘gale’ and ‘breeze’ became his eyes and ears.

  On the surface, it looked and sounded simple, but inwardly, Victor was sweating with anxiety.

  I need to hurry... My ritual to the Great Mother is informal and rushed, the backlash will ultimately be greater!

  If he took too long… then this temporary loss of sight would become permanent.