The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3238 The Shadow of Faraines (35)

Chapter 3238 The Shadow of Faraines (Thirty-Five)

Gad looked at him warily. Schiller shook his head and said, "I don't want to get any secrets from you. I just want to know the whole process. If I were the Pope's man, it would be meaningless for me to know the whole process."

Gad seemed to think that what he said made sense. He sighed and said, "I am not a great prophet at all. I was just an ordinary special affairs investigator."

Schiller listened carefully to his accent and then said, "Are you Italian?"

"Yes, I am a native of Rome. I used to work in the Vatican. I started as an introducer in the museum, then I was transferred to the archives, and then I joined the Investigation Department..."

“What does this department do?”

"It's just a miscellaneous job. If I have to say it, it's to understand the global religious trends, including the trends of some regional bishops. You can think of it as a combination of the public relations department and the human resources department."

"and then?"

"Do you know about the hotel incident many years ago?"

"Have heard a little bit."

"I was new at the time and had no background. The higher-ups wanted to use this incident for publicity, so they asked me to take some photos and do some interviews."

"You went into the hotel?"

"I didn't want to go in." Gad sighed and said, "But they were not satisfied with the photos I took and the people I interviewed. They wanted me to get some more in-depth information."

"At that time, I just heard that the hotel was haunted, but I didn't believe it. I thought they were just spreading rumors, so I took advantage of the police's rest at night to sneak into the hotel..."

"And then you discovered that the hotel wasn't actually haunted, but that many strange events had occurred there, and there were monsters in every room, and it was those monsters that killed the victims?"

Gad looked at Schiller in surprise, but nodded and said, "That's right, but I was lucky. I didn't encounter any powerful monsters and escaped from there alive."

"Have you told the church all this?"

"Yes, they didn't believe it at first, but then they sent more people in, and some of the survivors said exactly the same thing as I did, so they had to believe it."

"The strange events around the world should all be created by the church using the monsters in the hotel, right?"

"That's right!" Gad was a little excited. He said, "They released the monsters in the room and let them commit massacres. The church then stepped in to deal with them. This led to the church's current status."

"Very good, I have one last question." Schiller looked at Gad's face and asked, "The hotel tragedy happened about 80 years ago. How old are you this year?"

Gad opened his mouth and said, "You won't believe me if I say I'm almost 100 years old, but I was born in 1911..."

Gad actually looked very young, perhaps just around 20 years old. Schiller remembered that there was also a report about the great prophet in the book. Many believers admired him so much because of his youthful appearance that remained the same for decades, which made them believe that the great prophet was the true chosen one.

If he was born in 1911, and the hotel tragedy occurred around 1930, then he probably has not aged since entering the hotel to investigate.

Gad pursed his lips and said, "I don't know if you are someone sent by the Pope. If you are, you must tell him again that my experience was an accident and that he could not have gained a longer life through the evil cult rituals..."

Looking at Gad's attitude, Schiller understood what was going on.

The current Pope should be about the same age as Gad, or even older than Gad. He is almost 100 years old this year, which is close to the limit of human lifespan.

But apparently, the Pope is a normal old man, and in more recent news reports, he is in a wheelchair and has lost almost all mobility.

But Gad, who is almost the same age as him, still maintains a youthful appearance and even seems to continue to maintain it. Isn't this the immortality that humans dream of?

"The Pope wants to force you to tell him the method of immortality?"

Gad nodded and said, "I said I had nothing to say, but he didn't believe me. He firmly believed that my immortality was related to what happened in that hotel."

Schiller narrowed his eyes and said, "If you say it's irrelevant, I'm afraid no one will believe it, right?"

"It is indeed related, but it is not a sacrificial ritual at all. He has got it completely wrong."

"What did he do wrong?"

Gad opened his mouth, looked at Schiller's expression, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I know you may not believe me, but what happened to Faraines was not accidental."

"What do you mean?"

"He felt that the tragedy at the hotel was a sacrificial ritual, and that I had benefited from the sacrifice so that I could remain young forever."

"He wants to replicate this sacrificial ceremony?"

"That's right." Gad nodded and said, "Do you remember how many people died in the hotel?"

"I remember there were more than 200 bodies found."

"In fact, there are more than that. Most of them are missing. Some have been seen thousands of kilometers away. They have all gone crazy. The total number of victims should be more than 500."

Schiller seemed to have remembered something and said, "The Pope also wants to sacrifice so many people to gain immortality like you?"

Gad nodded and said, "Yes, this is one of the reasons why he frequently creates strange events around the world. He uses special methods to kill those he thinks should be sacrificed."

Schiller and Batman looked at each other and immediately thought of the so-called curse on them, which was that they would go crazy once their mental health value dropped to the bottom.

"Have you heard of the curse?" Schiller asked tentatively.

"What curse?"

"Once you witness some weird events or something scary, you will be mentally damaged and eventually go crazy."

Gad looked at them strangely and said, "You don't go crazy when you see scary things. Do you want to get more excited the more you see them?"

"I mean, have you ever heard of such a curse?"

"No, but your description sounds like an inspired physique."

"Inspirational physique?"

"Yes, some people are born with the ability to see more than others, but they are also more hurt than others when faced with unspeakable horrors."

Schiller caught the fleeting peculiar expression on Gad's face, so he asked: "Is this your constitution?"

Gad nodded slowly and said, "That's why I was brought here. There must be a few other unlucky people like me who were brought here by him and then sacrificed by him."

"You mean, the Pope believes that sacrificing these people with inspired physiques can bring you eternal life like you?"

"It seems so. He has done so, and it seems to have bought him a lot of life. Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive today."

"But that's not the way you do it."

Of course not, Gad sighed and said, "I didn't say I was completely innocent, and the methods I used were not very legitimate, but I had no choice. I never want to repeat this nightmare, but he doesn't believe me. He thinks the benefits I gained are much greater than the torture I suffered."

"But you don't think so."

"Yes." Gad took a deep breath, his tone trembling a little. He said, "If possible, I am willing to exchange with him. I want to die peacefully of old age, and I don't want to..."

"Don't want anything?"

Gad pursed his lips and said nothing, but Batman next to him said, "He made a deal with a certain terrifying existence. To be precise, he is no longer a human being, but a follower of the Outer Gods. Naturally, he is immortal."

Gad suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Batman in disbelief.

"Don't worry about it." Schiller said, "In theory, we are all followers of the Outer God. He just called Dagon, and I made a deal with Naya. What is the name of the Outer God in your family?"

Gad stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth open. He gestured in the air for a long time and said, "Wait a minute, this shouldn't be very taboo and filthy..."

"It's already been done, so don't add any more moral burden to yourself." Schiller said calmly, "Humans who make deals with the Outer Gods will not have a good ending, but before the tragedy comes, we still have to maintain an optimistic attitude, or you can ask the Outer God if he recognizes us two."

"This is simply a fairy tale!" Gad said, "They are incommunicable. They are extremely terrifying and indescribable..."

"Okay, Naya, show him what you can do." Schiller snapped his fingers and said.

Suddenly, a tall black man appeared on the sofa in the living room, holding a book in his hand. He looked at Schiller with golden eyes and said, "Are you really not going to read this novel? Bruce said it is wonderful and is willing to pay for it."

"Can't you see I'm busy now?" Schiller said impatiently, "Let's talk about it when I'm free."

"I knew it was so," the black man said, "and that's why I didn't want to advance your power."

Having said that, he disappeared.

Gad next to him had a look of horror on his face. Schiller didn't know what he saw, but it must be Naia's trick of mystery. If the Outer Gods had a school, Naia should be a professor of "Intimidation Anthropology".

Gad finally came back to his senses. His expression was a little complicated. After a while, he sighed and said, "I thought what I faced was terrifying enough, but I didn't expect you..."

"Okay, tell me about your him."

"I met Him in the hotel. To be more precise, I encountered a symbol. I felt the power in the symbol, and at the critical moment, I summoned Him..."

"I saw a cloaked black figure standing under a huge dark stalagmite. His head was an irregular black mass, and his eyes were glowing green."

"Under that huge cloak, I saw black bat wings and countless night terrors sucking milk. They flew around like hungry chicks..."

“I felt the warmth of a mother’s embrace. I desperately wanted to escape from this dangerous hell, return to His arms, and receive His grace. Then I saw myself stretching out my wings, flying closer and closer to Him…”

"I became one of those night terrors, feeling his milk flowing into my stomach, replacing all my blood, making me peaceful and happy..."

"When I woke up, I found that all my injuries had healed. From then on, I could see him every night, and I would wander in his arms..."

"Later I knew that when I saw Him in my dreams, my blood would leave me and devour the souls of other humans, drowning them..."

"His name is on my mind - 'Yibo Zitel'."