bookandnovel Chapter 28 Pleasing Yourself
Chapter 28 Pleasing Yourself
On Saturday, Lucius arrived at the department early. In Hull in June and July, the sky was already bright in the early morning.
When he pushed the door open, he didn't see Daisy.
Lucius thought for a moment and decided to take this opportunity to translate the entire "Ritual Regulations: The Apostles' Feast" in its entirety.
"We offer knowledge for illumination, we offer desire for satiation, we offer atmosphere for acceptance..."
As he turned to the last paragraph, the diary deep within his consciousness automatically opened at that moment:
[On June 29, 1855, during the Fifth Age, I read the "Ritual Procedures: The Feasting Apostles" and obtained the complete content of the mystical rituals.]
[Promotion Ceremony for the Feast Attendant Apostle (lv0, 0%)]
【Sexual characteristics: Lamp (1), Cup (1)】
[Effect: Promoted to the next rank of Banquet Attendant]
[Introduction: He who gives us pleasure saves us from death and from boredom; we should give everything for Him.]
"Diary, add points!" Lucius used 1 point of occultism to add to the diary, and continued writing:
[Consumes 1 Mystic Point, Promotion Ceremony for Banquet Apostle (lv0→lv1, 0%)]
In an instant, a wealth of occult knowledge exploded in my mind:
The extraordinary organ that transmits secrets in cup physiognomy is the ability to perceive facial features, directly receiving sexual information through facial senses.
The recipe for the Feast Apostle's potion consists of the following ingredients: a pure white owl's breast feather, three red rose petals, and a large piece of moonstone. The extraordinary ingredients are bone powder from the third ivory bone and a foxtail lily.
The atmosphere requires those seeking promotion to enter a quiet room at 7 p.m. where moonlight can fully penetrate, and the floor and walls are covered with dark-colored cloth to isolate all impurities.
And the object of pleasure is...
Himself!?
As Lucius sorted through his memories, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
The atmosphere influences one's desire for divine favor. Even if the sequence is incomplete and the aspect of pleasing others is justifiable and can please oneself.
"Do I need to tell myself 'I allow myself to be promoted' when I get promoted?" Lucius thought to himself with a strange expression as he mentally rehearsed the scene.
He sat in a quiet room bathed in moonlight, and spoke to himself in a tone almost like prayer:
I, Lucius Anderson, hereby agree to my own promotion to the rank of First-Order Feastmaster.
Hmm, that sounds like some kind of overly joking declaration of struggle.
Lucius's strange feeling lasted only two seconds before he suddenly realized that this secret must never be told to anyone else.
The records in the secret scripture room had clearly been altered, and the church would certainly not recognize that an ordinary mortal could perform divine functions during an ascension ceremony.
Lucius silently placed the parchment back into the glass case; the clock on the wall pointed to 7 o'clock.
He found the remaining two rubbings of inscriptions from the stack of file folders in the teaching and research office and began working.
At 7:10, the sound of a key turning came from the doorway.
Daisy walked in carrying a canvas bag, her eyes bloodshot more than when I saw her yesterday.
She saw Lucius sitting at the table and, mustering a sliver of strength, greeted him:
Good morning, Lucius.
When Lucius looked up and his gaze fell on Daisy's face, he almost thought that time had rewound to the moment the two of them bumped into each other in the stairwell the morning before yesterday.
"Daisy, did you work late yesterday?" he asked, putting down the manuscript he was holding.
"Adding the content translated yesterday to the interim report is no easy task."
Daisy hung her canvas bag on the back of her chair, pulled out the draft of the interim report from the bag, and continued:
"I need to rewrite the textual development process in Part Two, and the summary report in Part Three also needs to be completely rewritten because the conclusions have changed..."
She pulled out a chair and sat down, her upper body slumping onto the mahogany table as if it had lost its support, her voice gradually fading.
"Lucius, I worked until 1 a.m. yesterday."
The ship horns from the port sound every half hour; sooner or later, I'll have a nervous breakdown from all that noise.
Daisy leaned her head slightly towards Lucius, her eyes half-closed, and uttered a few indistinct syllables:
"It looks like you'll have to do all the work this morning by yourself... I'll treat you to lunch at Oak Restaurant... to make it up to you..."
Lucius watched her with a smile, from the moment she half-closed her eyes until she closed them completely.
"Then I look forward to your treat," Lucius replied quietly, picking up his pen to add another line of annotation to the margin of the rubbing.
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It was noon. In a window booth at the Oakwood Restaurant, Daisy held the menu up in front of her.
She was in better spirits than in the morning; at least her eyes no longer had that unfocused look that she had when she was forced to work overtime continuously.
Lucius ticked three servings of fish and shrimp jelly with mung bean sauce and two servings of Derby filet mignon on the waiter's menu.
After reciting the names of the dishes, he handed the menu to the waiter and then looked across at the other side.
Daisy had no problem with Lucius's "appetite"; she even took the menu before the waiter left and ordered two more crème brûlées.
She looked at Lucius and said dejectedly:
"Lucius, this is probably our last dinner together. You'll graduate on Monday after you get your degree certificate."
"Daisy, there's no need for that," Lucius said, changing the subject to end the unpleasant atmosphere with a smile.
"You will continue to pursue an honors degree, and I have found a decent job. We can write to each other."
If you encounter any truly unsolvable problems in your research in the future, we can meet at this restaurant near the school gate to discuss them together.
"Maybe by then it will go back to the way it is now."
"Will you write letters?" Daisy suppressed the slight disappointment she had just shown and smiled. "Then we'll definitely become the best letter writers."
At this moment, the waiter came forward with a tray and placed two sizzling filet mignon steaks in front of the two people respectively.
Lucius and Daisy also tacitly started talking about their future life together.
Half an hour later, Lucius saw Daisy off at the restaurant entrance and walked to the nearby public carriage stop.
There were fewer carriages running in the university town on Saturdays than usual. He waited on the platform for more than ten minutes before a closed carriage slowly drove up.
As usual, Lucius handed the coachman a penny, and when he looked up, he felt that the man seemed a little dazed.
He didn't think much of it; he didn't know when the next carriage would arrive.
Lucius stepped onto the pedal, and the only passenger in the carriage sat in the innermost seat.
He was wearing a dark gray trench coat with the collar pulled up to below his ears, and a black top hat pulled down very low, completely covering the upper half of his face.
Lucius was stunned. The temperature was well over 34 degrees Celsius. Wasn't this person hot, wrapped up like that?
"Maybe it's some kind of performance art," Lucius thought to himself, making a rather unserious judgment.
Lucius nodded politely to the artist, then chose a corner away from him to sit down.
As the carriage started moving, Lucius picked up a newspaper left behind by some unknown guest and saw that the man in the trench coat had fallen asleep against the carriage wall.
"Performance artists are weird, they just fall asleep as soon as they lie down." Lucius shook his head and focused his attention on the newspaper.
The carriage swayed slightly at that moment.
The coachman pulled on the reins, and the two horses let out short neighs before falling silent. He looked around in confusion and whispered:
"That's strange, it felt like I was asleep during that part of the journey."