The moment he saw the quicksand, an inexplicable look of astonishment appeared on Modir's face. Apparently, he had a deep impression of the peculiar 'appearance' of the sand, and when he saw the sand accepting Amber's guidance as if it had a life of its own, the way he looked at Amber became more and more peculiar. In a flash, who knew how many speculations appeared in the great adventurer's mind, but in the end, he looked at Gwen with admiration.
Gwen: "…?"
"As expected of someone who can follow you," the old mage suddenly said. "I thought my incredible experience was worthy of being written down in books, but now it seems … these strange and mysterious things are not even worth mentioning in your eyes …"
"Ah, you may have misunderstood." Gwen immediately reacted and waved his hand. "Her sand is …"
He stopped halfway because he suddenly did not know how to explain Amber's uniqueness to the great adventurer whom he met for the first time. After thinking about it, the other party probably did not understand the concept of 'free Chosen of God', so he had to give a perfunctory answer. "Her sand is not the sand you have seen before. The specific situation is a little special. But it is indeed related to the divine power of shadow, so it may help to confirm the changes in your body."
As he spoke, the grayish-white fine sand had floated up in the air and circled around Modir under Amber's command. Compared to the first time she summoned the sand, Amber's control over it had obviously improved a lot. Not only could she control the appearance and disappearance of the sand, she could also control it to make complex changes. The great adventurer, who was surrounded by the sand, was a little nervous. The old mage sat up straight and stared at the sand circling around him. "Do you need me to do anything?" he asked cautiously.
"No, just sit down. I'm checking how much of the aura related to 'that side' remains in your body." Amber said casually as she controlled the sand. Her expression was particularly serious. But Gwen, who was familiar with her, could already see that the half-elf had entered a 'playful' state. It was rare to see a legendary champion so seriously cooperating with him, and this was probably the first time this fellow, who was only a little stronger than a goose, had encountered such a situation. Of course, she had to put on an act.
Still, Gawain didn't say anything, because he knew that no matter how smug she was, she wouldn't mess up the proper business. She was indeed checking Modir for abnormalities, and … she seemed to have found some useful clues.
Cold sweat had begun to seep out of her forehead.
"What did you find?" Gwen noticed that Amber's expression gradually became serious, and her pair of Amber eyes were full of nervousness and astonishment. Gwen finally broke the silence and asked.
Amber did not answer Gwen's question at once. She just paused for a few seconds before abruptly looking at Modir. "Old mister, do you usually feel that there's something wrong with your body?"
"Something wrong?" Modir was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Amber carefully chose her words and tried her best to express her thoughts. "It's … all kinds of awkward feelings, such as feeling that a part of your body doesn't belong to you, numbness in your limbs, as if you've lost an arm or a leg or something …"
The first half of her sentence was normal, but the second half was getting more and more ambiguous. And yet, Modir clearly did not feel offended. The old mage just looked down at his own body in slight astonishment, and even moved his wrists and ankles as if to confirm something. Finally, he looked up blankly. "I don't feel that. I think my body is still quite strong …"
Gwen looked at Modir, and then looked at Amber, who had a strange expression on her face as if she had seen something strange. He could not help but lower his head and whispered, "What did you find?"
Amber's eyes were fixed on the great adventurer sitting opposite her. When Gwen suddenly leaned over, his voice even startled her. She then lowered her voice and whispered in a volume that only Gwen could hear, "You really can't see it, right?"
"Can't see what?"
"Modir, he … half of his body is made of shadowy sand …"
Amber said softly as if she was describing a vision in a dream. Gwen's eyes widened in astonishment, but her eyes never left the great adventurer. She clearly saw that when the shadowy sand she summoned surrounded Modir, and when she finally sensed the familiar aura from the Mistress of the Night's divine kingdom, the scene in front of her changed. The grey-white sand surged on Modir like running water, accurately outlining half of his body. The sand flowed on the surface of his body, looking strange and terrifying.
At first, Amber thought that the sand only covered a part of the great adventurer's skin, but when some of the sand appeared in the flowing sand, allowing her to see the back of the chair directly on the other side of the sand, she realized that the sand did not just cover the surface. In fact, half of Modir's body was made up of the "Shadow Sand"!
But it seemed that the great adventurer himself did not know anything about it, and the people beside him could not see it at all. Only she herself, through some kind of secret connection with the divine kingdom of shadows, observed it.
Gawain subconsciously focused his gaze on Modir. Amidst the old mage's perplexed expression, Gawain studied the great adventurer who was shrouded in many mysteries for a long time.
Of course, he did not see anything, but he believed that Amber did see the terrifying scene she described.
"Miss Hu Po, can you tell what's wrong with me?" Modir finally could not help but ask. With the power of a Legendary champion, he could have heard the whispered conversation between Amber and Gwen if he deliberately sensed it. But in front of the pioneering hero he respected, he was very cautious and did not do such a "crossing the line". "Is it serious?"
"… You do have the power of the Mistress of the Night in you, and your body has mutated to a certain extent," Amber immediately replied, but she deliberately hid the truth of what she saw. The strange phenomenon on Modir seemed to have a certain connection with his perception of himself. Before she figured out the pattern, she had to be careful to not accidentally stimulate the great adventurer's "critical perception". "But don't worry too much. Since you don't feel anything wrong, it means that the 'mutation' in your body is not fatal. The power of the Mistress of the Night … at least it is not malicious."
"Oh, that's good." Modir breathed a sigh of relief. Gwen beside him also breathed a sigh of relief.
For a moment, Gwen was even a little worried that Amber would say what she should and should not say as usual. But now, he saw that the shame of the Empire was quite conscious when it came to serious matters. Her usual mischievous and annoying state should only be directed at him … Now that he thought about it, why did he suddenly feel angrier?
While Gawain had those thoughts, Amber seemed to have thought of something as well. She cautiously observed Modir's condition while saying, "Old mister, there's one more thing I want to confirm … But I have to confirm it first. Do you trust me?"
"We've already come this far. What's there not to trust?" Modir laughed. "What's more, even His Majesty Gwen trusts you. Do you think I'm worried that the Minister of Intelligence of the Empire would steal something from an old man like me?"
Gwen felt that the old mage's words were full of flaws. He thought to himself that this old Wilder ancestor did not know what the Minister of Intelligence of the Empire used to do. But what was even more frustrating was that Amber nodded. "In a sense, I do intend to 'steal' something from you, sir."
Gawain almost followed Modir's lead with an "Huh?"
"I'm going to try to peel off a small part of the 'foreign object' from you, but I don't know if it will work, and I don't know how to explain it to you," Amber quickly added. She manipulated the shadowy dust surrounding Modir with an eager look on her face. She seemed to be explaining it to Modir, but in fact, she was talking to Gwen. "I can sense how the power flows, and can 'see' the manipulatable parts inside. The process should be safe, but first of all, I need Mr. Modir's cooperation — and most importantly, there can be no resistance."
"Peel off the 'foreign object' from him?" Gwen first looked at Amber in surprise, as if he did not quite believe that the shadowy assault goose could be so capable. But soon, he was sure that she was not joking. So, he turned his gaze to Modir. "What do you think? Of course, I can vouch for Amber's serious attitude, but I'm not sure about her 'skill' … "
Amber rolled her eyes as if to retort, but before she could say anything, Modir made his stand clear. "I think it's worth a try. My body is already like this, and even the leader of the Dragons can't think of a good idea. Now that they finally have a plan … at least it's a plan. Miss Amber, other than not resisting, is there anything else I need to do? "
"Just don't resist. Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Don't fight back or anything," Amber said hurriedly. Her expression was unusually serious. She did not dare to say anything else, but she had always been very confident in her own strength. In front of such a legendary mage, especially one who was proficient in actual combat, she was sure that she would die on the spot with just a casual move. She might even die so quickly that Gwen might not be able to save her even if he was there to protect her …
After getting Modir's repeated assurances, Amber finally felt at ease. Then, she took a step forward and waved her hand to disperse the fake shadowy sand that she had summoned. Then, she placed a hand on top of Modir's head.
The old mage sat up straight, his face taut, ready to cooperate with the experiment. Gwen and Victoria both looked at Amber with interest and curiosity to see what she was going to do. They saw Amber standing there with a serious face for a few seconds, and then a very, very soft rustling sound was suddenly heard.
Gwen's eyes widened. He saw that the shadowy sand was separating from Modir's body like smoke and mist. The sand was very thin and light, and it rose like steam. As soon as it left Modir's body, it showed signs of scattering, but it soon gathered together again. Amber's control had an effect on the sand. It hovered, rose, and finally gathered at Amber's fingertips, turning into a small cyclone the size of a palm.
There was a flash of absent-mindedness in Modir's eyes. He did not seem to realize what was happening at all, and Amber's operation was already over.
"Do you feel anything?" Victoria immediately asked with concern.
"It's over?" Modir touched the top of his head, and then turned to look at Amber who had already put away the dust cyclone (he did not know where she had hidden it). He looked at her blankly. "I was just distracted. I didn't feel anything."
"Distracted, huh …" Amber immediately murmured thoughtfully. Then, she nodded. "It's done. It couldn't be better if you didn't feel anything unusual."
"What did you 'steal' from me?" Modir frowned slightly and looked at Amber curiously. "How come I didn't feel anything at all?"
"I've said it before. It's the 'abnormality' in your body. Strictly speaking, it's the 'influence' that the Mistress of the Night left on you," Amber said casually. "But I can't strip it all out. I can only take a small part to study. You'll have to wait patiently and see when I can find something from those 'samples'."
Modir blinked and glanced at the people around him. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes that said, "Are you all here to fool this old man?" But when he saw Gwen sitting upright, his doubt quickly dissipated. He nodded slowly. "I understand."
Gwen looked at Amber, and the two quickly exchanged glances. He then stood up and nodded to Modir. "Let's call it a day, Modir. Amber has collected a lot of clues. Next, we'll go back and study the next 'solution'."
Modir quickly stood up with a smile on his face. "Of course, I hope to hear good news from you as soon as possible."
Gwen reached out his hand. "I hope we can talk about your exciting adventures and your far-reaching discoveries in the near future."
…
Gwen and Amber left the room. The black-haired girl named Coletta was standing in the corridor. When she saw the guests, she immediately came up to them.
"Take us to a place to rest," Gwen said casually to the humanoid Giant Dragon. "It seems that the great adventurer's condition is really worth us studying."
The black-haired girl first looked at Gwen curiously, then lowered her head. "Please follow me."
On the way to the resting place, Gawain glanced at Amber who was walking beside him several times. When they were about to reach the room, he finally could not help but ask, "What did you actually 'extract' from Modir?"
"I knew you would ask, but unfortunately, I'm not sure yet." Amber exhaled softly. His voice was neither fast nor slow. "But I'm guessing … the sand and dust may reveal what happened before and after the critical time when Modiel Werde was split into two."
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