Dorian Gray's question did not surprise Fors. She had been mentally prepared after more than a month of exchanging letters. She had even consulted the experienced Mr. "The Hanging Man" on the Tarot and grasped what kind of expression and reaction she should use to face it.
"Are there really such Beyonders?" Fors asked with a "stunned" expression.
Dorian nodded slightly.
"Yes."
He looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, so he walked to a tree that had lost all its leaves and pressed his hand on it.
Dorian's figure suddenly blurred, as if it had become a reflection in the water.
When his vision cleared, he was already behind the tree, his posture unchanged.
"God! This is really, really amazing! " Remembering Mr. The Hanging Man and Miss Justice's teachings, Fors opened her mouth in a semicircle and exclaimed.
Dorian walked back and asked with a smile,
"Do you want to become such a Beyonder?"
"… Yes!" Fors was silent for a moment before replying "excitedly".
He was finally going to become a peripheral member of the House of Abraham. Many things would become much easier in the future! Her heart was filled with sincere joy.
Dorian laughed. Her expression darkened and she asked again solemnly,
"Are you willing to become my student?"
Fors nodded repeatedly.
"I'm willing!"
Dorian heaved a sigh of relief, and then mocked herself,
"I'm not a good teacher. I've even taught … Heh, there's no need to mention the past. Anyway, don't have too much hope."
After some consideration, he decided to learn from his past experiences and lessons. He didn't tell Fors about the House of Abraham. He only wanted their relationship to be that of teacher and student. This way, he didn't have to worry that she would covet the few remaining powerful mystical items in his family.
"No, your explanation of Mysticism knowledge is excellent. Really, Mr. Gray, no, Teacher." Fors hurriedly confirmed the relationship between them.
Dorian looked at the tombstone, shook her head, and sighed.
"I didn't intend to teach any more students, but your noble character has infected me.
"If nothing goes wrong, I will be able to give you the corresponding potion today."
"Today?" Fors asked in surprise.
When she went to Baekeland Station to pick up Dorian Gray, she realized that he was only carrying a very small suitcase, barely big enough to hold a change of clothes. There was no evidence that he was carrying any Beyonder ingredients.
Could it be that he had his own resource channels in Baekeland that belonged to the House of Abraham? Fors had a vague guess.
Her original plan was to take advantage of the inconvenience of being in different places to sell the Beyonder ingredients for the Apprentice potion and then tell him that she had successfully advanced to become a Beyonder. This way, she could not only receive a considerable amount of cash, but she could also avoid the tragic outcome of repeatedly consuming the Apprentice potion and having to spend a period of time digesting it.
"Yes." Dorian didn't explain and pointed in another direction. "Let's go visit Laubero and Aulisa first."
After paying their respects, the two of them left Grimm Cemetery and returned to the house that Fors and Xio rented in Cherwood Borough.
And over the past month or so, Xio, who had been promoted to Sheriff, had been leaving early and returning late every day in order to repay her heavy debt. She worked hard to obtain every bounty she could, so there was no doubt that she wasn't at home when it was almost noon.
"Is there a quiet room?" Dorian looked around with a relaxed expression.
"Plenty." Fors led the new teacher into the activity room on the first floor.
Dorian circled the room and confirmed the environment before instructing Fors to light a candle mixed with dark red sandalwood.
He closed the door and drew the curtains.
As the dim yellow light flickered, he walked to the candle and took out two bottles of essential oils that were as lustrous as water and some common herbal powders.
Holding a ritual? Shouldn't there be three candles? Fors watched curiously from the side and didn't rashly speak, as though she was stunned by the atmosphere.
After completing the first part of the ritual, Dorian took a step back and spoke in ancient Hermes with a serious expression.
"I!
"I summon in my name:
"A strange spirit that roams the upper realm, a void creature that loves music, a contract partner of Dorian Gray Abraham."
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind blew in the activity room, bringing with it a sobbing trill. The swaying candlelight was dyed with a ghostly blue luster.
Circles of light quickly spread out, as though forming a door that was beyond the normal concept.
A half-illusory, half-real spherical object flew out from the "bottom" of the circle of light.
Its entire body was milky-white in color, and it didn't have any eyes, nose, arms, or legs. There was only a crack on its surface that looked like a mouth.
Dorian revealed an obvious smile, opened her mouth, and softly hummed a folk lullaby.
The "ball" immediately swayed left and right in an extremely pleased manner.
After humming the song, Dorian reached out her hand.
"Malmos, give me the item I left with you the day before yesterday."
The "ball" jumped up and down as its body suddenly swelled up, and its "mouth" opened extremely wide.
Then, it spat out two Beyonder ingredients with strange luster.
There's actually such a thing … Fors was taken aback.
Dorian caught the main ingredient of the Apprentice potion, stopped the summoning, and ended the ritual.
He turned his head and smiled at Fors.
"Even in the spirit world, void creatures like Malmos are very rare. Under normal circumstances, summoning cannot be directed at them. A senior of a sufficiently high Sequence has to enter the spirit world and, after a long period of searching, establish a contract with one of them. Only then can a descendant complete the summoning in the corresponding name.
"And after the void creatures come over, they can establish a new contract, allowing them to be closely connected to themselves and no longer be summoned by others."
"So that's how it is … It sounds interesting!" Fors said from the bottom of her heart.
She couldn't help but look forward to the future.
If I don't consider the curse of the full moon, the suppression of ordinary Beyonders, and the fact that they are constantly in danger, exploring this wonderful World is really a wonderful thing … I hope that one day, I can truly roam the spirit world …
Dorian replied with a chuckle.
"Malmos' greatest use is that he can swallow many items into his stomach without causing any harm to them. This is equivalent to a moving, hidden warehouse that is almost impossible for others to find.
"Of course, he can't store too much. There's a limit to his stomach. Also, he doesn't like people without musical talent and will refuse to sign a contract with such people."
Thankfully, at least I know how to play the seven-stringed zither … Just as Fors heaved a sigh of relief, she was instructed by Dorian to find an iron-black stew pot.
As she watched him concoct the potion, her expression didn't seem to change, but she was frantically praying for an accident.
I don't want to drink the Apprentice potion again! That will waste a lot of time! If I had known this would happen, I would've been more honest and frank … It's too late to say it now. Teacher Gray should've done a divination, but the results were interfered with. Being honest means that there's definitely a powerhouse behind me, someone instigating me … Amidst her thoughts, Fors saw Dorian turn around and hand her a bottle of bubbling potion.
"Drink it, and you'll become a Beyonder," Dorian said in a calm but alluring tone.
Then, he comforted Fors, "Don't worry.
With me here, there won't be any problems. "
"Okay!" Fors gritted her teeth, took the Apprentice potion, and drank it in one gulp.
At the same time, a thought flashed through her mind:
Honesty is the most valuable quality …
…
The carriage stopped outside East Borough. Klein held his cane and wore his top hat as he entered the vast slums from a relatively good neighborhood.
After walking for a while, he saw two familiar figures coming out of the tidy apartment.
They were both girls, one seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other fifteen or sixteen years old. They were Liv's daughters, Freja and Daisy. The latter had once been kidnapped by Capim and had been rescued during the Black Emperor incident.
Daisy also noticed Klein and immediately smiled brightly.
"Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty!"
Klein nodded with a smile and asked in surprise, "What's going on?
"Daisy, didn't you go to public elementary school?"
After the appeals of Mike Joseph and the other reporters, as well as the promotion of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, Baekeland's municipal government used Capim's estate to set up a charity fund to help the women and families who had been hurt by Capim.
Darcy's family took advantage of this opportunity to move from the dilapidated apartment, which had a terrible security environment, to the edge of East Borough. They moved from one room to two rooms, separating the laundry workshop from the place where they slept and ate.
In addition, Daisy had also received compensation for attending public elementary school. The weekly tuition fee of three pence and the corresponding meal allowance were covered by the charity fund. This made her very happy.
The reason why Klein found it odd was because public elementary schools only closed on Sundays. Daisy shouldn't be here at this time.
"The school is very close. I took advantage of my lunch break to come back and help Freja deliver the laundry to the guest's house. She and her mother are too busy," Daisy answered frankly.
The most direct impact of her going to school was that Liv and Freja had fewer clothes to wash every day. Their family's income had dropped significantly. If not for Mike's help in applying for the charity fund's subsidy, they wouldn't have been able to maintain their current lifestyle.
Therefore, there was no doubt that Freja had no chance of entering a public elementary school. When Daisy and Klein talked about school, her eyes revealed unconcealable envy and pain.
Not even eighteen years old yet, she could only watch her sister go to school quietly.
Klein noticed this detail and deliberately reminded Daisy, "You really should know that your mother and Freja are working hard.
"You really should know that your mother and Freja are working hard. Treat them well."
Daisy nodded seriously and said, "I've thought about it.
Once things settle down, I'll teach Freja what I learned during the day at night and on Sundays. I'll be her only guide! "
Freja's eyes suddenly blinked and she couldn't help but lower her head.
"Very good, that's very good," Klein praised. He bade farewell to the two sisters in a good mood and turned to another street.
After changing into his worker's clothes at Black Palm Street, he saw a middle-aged man in old clothes come over and ask with a benevolent expression, "Why are you here?
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