"This is the South Cross Crucifix from Florence, reportedly personally blessed by the Archbishop of Florence. Though Catholicism's reputation in school leaves something to be desired, one cannot deny their exceptional understanding of sacred philosophy."
The Wandering Wizard held a vermilion-lacquered box, offering it to Zheng Qing, showing him the glistening silver ornament nestled inside:
"I heard you have been assigned the penalty of mid-night patrol by the college's labor committee... frankly, this punishment is a bit harsh for a newcomer."
"Although there's not much evil in the campus but occasionally a few earth-bound spirits filled with resentment may surface from the depths of the campus. For them, the South Cross Crucifix bathed in redeeming light is even more terrifying than sulfuric acid."
"Where is Florence?" Zheng Qing naively asked another question.
