pertwk Chapter 269 This is a different price
Chapter 269 This is a different price
Chapter 269 This is a different price
He selected some of the secrets of Bansi Island and wrote them down from memory. Then he wrote down two stories he had heard before. Cyril put down his pen, tore the paper out of his notebook, and handed it to Oheez.
The latter took it and first glanced at it casually, then his gaze suddenly stopped and he began to look through it seriously.
Only after reading all the content did he look at Sirion and say seriously:
"Your gains are greater than I expected. Perhaps I should consider giving you the 'Wizard's' potion as well, or exchanging it for magical items of equal value?"
"Of course, this is after you have copied down all the knowledge from that ancient book."
Cyril nodded slightly and replied, "Thank you for your generosity."
Oheez waved his hand and then asked:
"Do you want to be promoted now, or wait a while and adjust your own state first?"
After some thought, Sirion replied, "Can I choose to be promoted tonight? I feel like I still need to do some preparation."
Oheez nodded thoughtfully:
"Of course, but by then I should already be studying the knowledge you brought back. Drawing power from knowledge to create magic or sorcery requires a considerable process."
"Here's what we'll do. I'll bring you the materials you need to concoct potions later. When you're ready to advance, you can concoct the potions yourself."
Sirion nodded quickly: "No problem."
This is the best outcome. If the demigod had chosen to stay and watch over him, he might not have been able to keep it a secret.
After the conversation ended, Oheez slightly raised his hand, causing the "night" in the room to suddenly disappear.
He then summoned the golden, somewhat ethereal and transparent carriage again. As soon as he boarded the carriage, the room was instantly illuminated by a brilliant burst of sunlight.
Cyril squinted, and when he opened his eyes again, the light in the room had returned to normal, and Oheiz was nowhere to be seen.
"What a dazzling way to travel..."
He muttered something, lowered his head, and whispered:
"Hermes?"
After a while, the room remained quiet, and nothing unusual happened.
He paused, exhaled softly, and then recited in ancient Hermes:
"The observer of the spirit world, the creator of supernatural language, the founder of human mysticism, the great Hermes."
A few seconds later, a somewhat aged voice resounded in his mind:
"Bayam? I thought you would avoid the Church of Storms for the time being."
"What do you want from me? It shouldn't be difficult for you to evade the Storm Church's wanted notice."
Suppressing the urge to complain, Sirion calmly explained:
"The help I mentioned before on the White Agate."
Hermes' voice rang out again: "But I already helped you once before, back on Bansie Island."
Cyril frowned slightly. That was indeed the case, but since the other party responded so quickly, it meant that He was probably still paying attention to Him and that there was still room for negotiation.
He then pressed on, "So, what you mean is?"
"In Russell's words, this is a different price."
After a slight pause, Hermes's voice, tinged with obvious amusement, then echoed in his mind:
"I'm very curious to know about your discoveries on Bansi Island. I think you wouldn't mind exchanging this information for a second payment from me."
Cyril pondered for a moment and shook his head: "But the value of this deal is not commensurate."
"All I need to do is influence the judgment of that demigod of the Morse Penitentiary, make him ignore the problems with me, not question my identity, and not think about the origins of the stories I gave him."
"The value of the information from Bansi Island goes far beyond that."
Hermes added at the opportune moment, "You can add some requirements within reasonable limits."
Cyril nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"How about adding future assistance?"
"When I advance to demigod, you can provide me with some assistance within the reasonable scope of your own abilities."
Ever since he became an "astrologer," he had a vague intuition that advancing to demigod status was both important and dangerous for him.
This intuition became stronger after I was promoted to "Record Officer".
He tried divination, but received no answers or revelations. He could only follow his spiritual intuition and make preparations in advance for his future ascension to demigod.
After a brief pause, Hermes replied, "Yes."
"How do you want me to influence that 'mystic'?"
"Make him firmly believe in my identity as Born Walker, while not questioning or investigating the true origins of the stories I give him," Sir Ryan pondered.
He paused, then asked curiously, "Could you have him create magic or witchcraft using 'Mystic Reappearance' and then not use it?"
Hermes' voice echoed softly in my heart:
"It might work in the short term, but given enough time, a demigod's spiritual intuition will surely be able to detect the problem."
"Mystics" possess a wide array of magical spells and, once they discover a problem, have a high probability of breaking through all logical suggestions.
"In addition, the 'hidden sage' believed in by the Morse ascetic is also an uncertain factor."
Cyril sighed silently, then asked:
"What if we simply maintain his mystique, preventing him from displaying the magic and sorcery created through 'mystical re-enactments' to others, especially the members of the Morse Order?"
"Ideally, it would also make him overlook the questionable aspects of the magic and sorcery he created through 'mystical re-enactment'."
Hermes calmly replied, "The first one is possible, the second one is not, unless I leave a virtual personality on him to influence him at all times, but that would likely be discovered by the other levels of the Morse Ascetic Order."
"Also, you'd better not create stories for him that allow him to examine or purify his own state, or influence his mind, as this could very well cause the psychological suggestions I left behind to become ineffective."
"If you want to wait until he has mastered enough arcane magic before hunting him to obtain a magical item that can use those spells, I suggest you find a more skilled craftsman."
"Naturally created magical items are full of randomness and may even directly extract extraordinary properties."
Cyril nodded slightly: "I will, thank you for your suggestion."
He then discussed the details of psychological suggestion with Hermes until a bright and dazzling ray of sunlight suddenly shone into the room.
A carriage made entirely of gold materialized in the sunlight, and then Oheez, wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread, stepped down from the somewhat ethereal carriage.
"Here are the materials needed to concoct the 'Fighting Scholar' potion. I've prepared an extra set of auxiliary materials for you, just in case you make a mistake and the potion fails."
"Remember, one of the key principles of combat is to always be aware of your surroundings and not be careless in the slightest."
After saying that, he hurriedly summoned the golden chariot again, intending to leave.
The moment he stepped onto the car, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Sir Ryan:
"I'll give you an address. After you finish writing down the knowledge from that ancient book, send it there and put it in the mailbox in front of the gate."
"No problem." Sirion nodded immediately.
After receiving the answer, Oheez boarded the carriage and once again vanished into the room as sunlight.
After a two-second silence, Hermes's aged voice suddenly echoed in Cyril's mind:
"I've already given him the psychological suggestion you need, but you'd better not drag this out too long. The longer it goes on, the greater the chance of something going wrong."
"Now it's your turn to tell me the real secrets of Bansi Island."
Cyril nodded slightly, pulled over a chair and sat down, then repeated what he had told Adam before.
Finally, he asked curiously, "How's Bansi Island doing now?"
"That island is still there now, but who knows if it will be in a couple of days."
Hermes' voice faded and receded in his heart, as if it were leaving his soul.
Backlund at night, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in bed, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
"Nightmare?"
"No, it's more like a warning from spiritual intuition."
Recalling the scene in his dream where he was surrounded by various natural disasters, Klein's chest heaved even more violently.
Just recalling the content of his dream made him feel depressed, and he had a strange feeling that a great disaster was about to befall him.
After a moment's hesitation, he rolled out of bed and took four steps backward to reach the gray fog.
The moment his figure appeared above the ancient palace in the gray mist, he felt a sudden sense of relief, as if all the gloom that had been weighing on his heart had vanished.
Using the real vision above the gray fog, he carefully observed his own body in reality and saw some faint, rusty red marks.
When were you affected?
He frowned, summoned a paper figure from the pile of clutter in the corner, and then picked up the Black Emperor card lying face down on the table and the Sun Brooch that was temporarily left on the gray mist, giving himself the protection of a paper angel.
After doing all this, he sat back in the high-backed chair that belonged to "The Fool," conjured up paper and pen, and wrote down the divination statement:
The source of that nightmare.
He then folded the paper, held it in his hand, and quickly meditated, performing a dream divination.
In a daze, he woke up from his dream and saw the "Red Priest" card that he had placed face down on the table.
"So, you were unknowingly corrupted by the 'Red Priest' card?"
Cyril looked at the "Red Priest" card face down on the table in front of Klein with surprise, his brows furrowing slightly.
Knowledge itself has power, even if it's just a description or a name. How could I have overlooked that?
"Yes."
Klein raised his hand and pinched his brow. After discovering through dream divination that his previous nightmares were influenced by the "Red Priest" card, he summoned Sirion to the gray fog to discuss how to deal with it.
"Let's not even talk about where this 'Red Priest' card got its contamination."
"The problem now is that its contamination comes from the high-level knowledge recorded above, which you and I have both seen and know."
"In other words, we will continue to be affected."
"Paper angels can purify pollution, but they cannot purify the sources of pollution that we bring with us."
Cyril leaned back, rubbing his chin with his thumb, and said:
"I should be fine. As for you, you can throw a paper angel at yourself periodically to purify yourself."
"The contamination from only partial information won't be too strong; perhaps you'll be immune after another promotion."
"Perhaps." Klein's lips twitched slightly.
"Is there a more reliable way?"
Cyril nodded slightly: "Yes, I'll record the hypnotic abilities of an 'audience member' and then make you forget the information about the sequence on the 'Red Priest' card."
"As long as you don't look at the 'Red Priest' card again, you won't be affected in any way."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, then asked:
"So when do you plan to go and record the hypnotic abilities of the audience?"
"Tomorrow then. You've already cleansed yourself of the effects you suffered, so at least let me sleep until dawn."