How should I summarize the rest of the Magicians's Code of Conduct? As Klein casually flipped through the newspapers he had long read, he pondered over a problem that was of utmost importance to him.
He had previously considered one point, and that was the difference between having or not having the audience's cheers. But just this alone didn't seem to be enough.
With this thought in mind, Klein's thoughts quickly wandered, and for some baffling reason, he thought of something.
When I was still at the Seer stage, being recognized by others and being praised as a true fortune-teller made me feel like the potion was digested faster. After concluding the Seer's Code of Conduct, I began to believe that there was no direct connection. The opinions and feedback of others were only a performance and not a substance. If I acted well enough, I would naturally be recognized, and it would naturally speed up my digestion.
That is to say, I had always believed that the two were different manifestations of the same gain, and not a causal relationship.
But now, there's the option of having the audience's cheers … If it can really help me digest the potion, does it mean that some acting really requires feedback? The opinions of others can also subtly affect the speed at which I digest the potion?
Well, by extension, could it be that the seven orthodox deities established the Churches, spread their faith, and nurtured believers also have such a factor?
… What a blasphemous thought. I'm indeed not a person who worships deities from the bottom of my heart. I will praise them, but I won't blindly believe them … Klein quickly adjusted his train of thought and found another entry point.
He repeatedly compared the subtle differences between Seer, Clown, and Magicians, and gradually came up with an idea.
In comparison, does the Magicians, who need to "perform," have the meaning of "taking the initiative"?
Taking the initiative to find an opportunity to perform, and not being passive like the Seer and Clown?
From the perspective of fate, this is quite in line. From the Seer's reverence of fate to the Clown's need to maintain a smile despite being teased by fate, to the Magicians taking the initiative to challenge fate, even if it's to obtain a false outcome and obtain the audience's cheers by deceiving them …
Klein nodded indiscernibly. He planned on attempting to take the initiative to perform.
Where should I start? It has to be something that's relatively less dangerous. Uh, I can consider the matter of the vampire named Emlyn White being imprisoned by Father Utravsky …
However, the premise is that I have to confirm that these non-humans are always law-abiding. At most, they're a little thieving … Where do Emlyn's companions live south of the bridge? I can't really remember. I'll have to do some divination later. Hmm, I can also confirm the level of danger …
Thinking of this, Klein put down the newspaper, got up, and went upstairs.
It had to be said that it wasn't his personality to take the initiative to get involved in something that had almost nothing to do with him without any other motive. But in order to act, he could only force himself.
My situation was relatively simple. What would an iron-willed straight man do if he were to play the role of a "witch" or a "witch of pleasure"? It's no wonder the City of Silver emphasizes that you're only acting … Klein suddenly understood the warning.
…
In a dark room at the top of the spire in the City of Silver.
The Chief of the six-member council, Colin Iliad, was standing in front of the window, staring at the City of Silver that was shrouded in darkness and lightning.
The beams of light shone on his disheveled white hair, on the old scars on his face, on the deep wrinkles on his face, and on his eyes, which were full of worry.
After an unknown period of time, Colin turned around and looked into a dark corner.
He asked in a deep voice, "Did you discover anything?"
In the corner, a shadow stood up, casting a pitch-black shadow on the wall as it twisted and whirled.
Its voice had the sound of metal rubbing against each other, making it rather ear-piercing.
"After Derrick Berg returned to his home, he showed some abnormalities, but there was nothing that required immediate treatment."
Colin nodded slightly.
"What did he do?"
With the help of the mystical item at the bottom of the spire, he had transformed into a figure of light and finished off the Rampager and the mysterious man who wasn't his true body. He had always suspected that the matter hadn't been completely resolved.
The former exploration team captain suddenly lost control, and the mysterious man, who had endured for a full forty-two years, recklessly took action without considering the traps and consequences … All of this made Colin, who had hunted many monsters, instinctively feel that something was amiss.
Therefore, he believed that this was a deliberate choice made by the mysterious man. Although the other party's true motives were temporarily unknown, there was bound to be a corresponding follow-up. It wouldn't be so simple to eliminate him.
After using his Demon Hunter powers to discover nothing abnormal, he deliberately pretended to be deceived and sent the youth named Derrick Berg home. However, he secretly sent people to monitor him closely.
This was completely different from the previous method of detention and inspection. It was a change that Colin had no choice but to make.
The black shadow, which was constantly swaying slightly, replied:
"After he entered the room, he sat on the edge of the bed and whispered to himself for a while. Because I was worried that the mysterious man would discover him, I didn't get too close, so I didn't hear what he said clearly. However, I can confirm that it was an abnormal behavior.
After muttering to himself, Derrick seemed to become very tired and quickly fell asleep. But not long after, he suddenly woke up and held a ritual. I suspect that he wasn't conscious at that time and was in a state of being controlled by the mysterious man.
By the way, that ritual had the element of a secret deed. "
Colin pondered for a moment with a solemn expression.
"Indeed … Perhaps he's using this method to communicate with his main body."
"What's his goal? Why would he spend forty-two years peacefully at the bottom of the spire? "
The black shadow naturally couldn't answer this question.
It continued, "After the ritual, Derrick didn't show any abnormal behavior.
Does this matter need to be dealt with immediately? If the mysterious man's main body is lured over, we might not be able to deal with him. "
Chief Colin of the six-member council fell silent for a few seconds.
"Continue observing. That mysterious man hasn't shown any substantial malice for the time being, so we can't react too intensely.
Sigh, do you still remember that prophecy? It's almost time for disaster to descend … We're exploring further and further, finding more and more strange ruins, and the things we obtain are getting more and more dangerous … "
"By your will, Your Excellency." The black shadow slowly shrank back into the ground and disappeared.
At that moment, in the Berg household, Derrick suddenly coughed violently, so much so that his heart felt like it was about to split open.
Cough, cough, cough!
He crouched down and kept coughing until his throat itched and he coughed out something!
Pa! A translucent object slid down his throat and fell to the ground. It was a bug the size and thickness of a finger!
Some parts of its body were completely transparent, forming circular rings.
Derrick had seen something similar at the bottom of the spire before, so he was completely certain that he had escaped Amon's influence.
He bent down to pick up the translucent bug and finally counted the twelve rings on its body.
What's its use? What can it be used for? It seems to be dead … Derrick fell into deep thought.
...
In the Winter County in the north of the Kingdom of Rouen.
A black Gothic cathedral with a pointed roof stood in the snow-covered mountains, occupying an extremely large area.
In front of it was a cliff, and it was surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness. There was no sound at all.
This was the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Cathedral of Serenity, commonly known as the Holy Cathedral.
The dark-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell put on a black trench coat and red gloves before walking out of his room.
Having successfully advanced and stabilized himself, he still hadn't gotten the chance to participate in the operation. He still had some practice and so-called mysticism lessons.
Rounding the corner, Leonard saw a staircase that led downwards. He saw Captain Dunn Smith, who was dressed in a black trench coat and had a pair of dark gray eyes, and Klein Moretti, who had a scholarly air about him, standing there, smiling as they waited.
He raised his head slightly and sighed silently.
My memory has also become worse.
I've forgotten that all of you are no longer around …
Leonard retracted his gaze and walked down the staircase to the first floor of the cathedral. He knocked on the door and entered a small room.
There were chairs in the room, and a few Nighthawks wearing red gloves were sitting there.
Leonard casually found a seat and sat down. He smiled and chatted with his friends he knew.
After a while, High Deacon Crestet Cesimir, whose collar was pulled up high to cover his chin and lips, walked in. He sat at the front and said to everyone.
"In today's lesson, I'll tell you some things to take note of.
As Red Gloves, you will travel the world, and there is a certain chance that you will encounter dangerous High-Sequence Beyonders.
If they have obvious ill intentions and want to kill you, the only thing you can do is to secretly leave behind traces, allowing subsequent investigators to obtain the corresponding clues. The specific methods are …
But most of the time, those High-Sequence Beyonders might not take action directly. They will use you for various reasons.
You have to be sufficiently vigilant and not be deceived. Here are a few scenarios that we have concluded. "
Sitting at the back, Leonard listened with a smile. He was very focused. His target of revenge was a High-Sequence Beyonder!
The high-ranking deacon, Cesimir, paused for two seconds and continued.
"In the first scenario, some High-Sequence Beyonders will disguise themselves as hidden existences, using promises and hopes to deceive you into reciting their corresponding descriptions.
In the second scenario, some High-Sequence Beyonders might be imprisoned or sealed. They will disguise themselves as mystical items that can grant wishes, luring you to help them escape. For example, a magic lamp that can grant three wishes, or a wishing pool.
In the third scenario, a High-Sequence potion is called a Parasite. They often claim that they have lost their bodies and can only coexist with your Spirit Body. They can only rely on you and are unable to harm you. Then, they will give you knowledge, formulas, and all sorts of benefits, hoping that you will become stronger and help them reconstruct their bodies or seek revenge.
"And in fact, the Beyonders that are parasitized will only become their nutrients to continue their lives and state."
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