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Chapter 275 Teaching
Chapter 275 Teaching
In the inn, Cyril, who had just finished breakfast and was about to go out to find a place to continue digesting the potion, paused and looked toward the bay window.
Dressed in grey and white, Erdfana stood there quietly, gazing calmly at Bayam outside the window. It seemed that he had been standing there for a while.
...I always felt that the "audience" were the best assassins.
He muttered something to himself, then raised his hand, causing the folded letter on the windowsill to fly into his grasp, while asking, "When did you arrive?"
"Two minutes ago."
Cyril nodded and unfurled the letter in front of his eyes.
It was Lawrence's letter, which briefly described his current progress and his plans to convene the first gathering of extraordinary individuals this weekend.
Cyril looked thoughtfully at Erdfana, who was still there, and asked, "Could you do me a favor?"
"It seems to be something other than replying to a letter." Erdfana looked surprised for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Cyril nodded, then took out the brass compass encased in a layer of transparent amber from among the pile of clutter: "I hope you can help me smash this magical object."
Erdfana calmly accepted the compass encased in transparent amber. His pale gold eyes suddenly turned into vertical pupils, and a layer of fine, grayish-white scales engraved with mysterious symbols appeared on his hands.
Sleeve's right hand transformed into a broad, sharp claw belonging to a dragon.
As he tightened his grip on his hand, which had transformed into a dragon claw, a series of crisp, rapid cracking sounds rang out.
The transparent amber encasing the compass shattered instantly, and then the brass-colored compass also crumbled and dissipated into the air.
As the compass shattered, pale blue specks of light continuously emerged from the surrounding air, slowly rotating and converging until they finally coalesced into a crystal so transparent it was almost ethereal.
Erdfana looked at the almost illusory crystal in his hand and frowned slightly: "There is a rather strong spiritual imprint on it."
As he spoke, the figure of a gray-white dragon appeared behind his sleeve, slightly opening its mouth and exhaling an invisible, transparent breath.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the crystal, so transparent it was almost ethereal, shattered instantly, then reformed under an invisible force.
In less than a minute, the crystal, so transparent it was almost ethereal, took shape again.
As Sirion looked at the illusory crystal that hadn't changed much, he inexplicably felt that it was purer than before.
Taking the illusory crystal from Erdfana, he asked with some curiosity, "Can the residual mental imprint in an extraordinary trait be cleaned up like this?"
Erdfana nodded slightly: "This simple one is fine."
"Compared to the term 'spiritual imprint,' it is more like a residual spiritual pollution, the strongest and most extreme emotions and desires left behind at the moment of death of an extraordinary person."
"Most of the direct crushing properties will disappear, and even those that become more strongly affected by external forces can be dissipated using some special methods."
"Only those extraordinary beings who possess divinity can form a profound, self-aware imprint within their extraordinary characteristics. This spiritual imprint can only appear within the extraordinary characteristics of demigods and above, because only sufficient divinity can bear it."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then took out the trophy from "The Great Shark" Jorge: the black gauntlet.
"And this magical item also needs your help to be crushed."
Erdfana glanced at him, then reached out and took the item: "Any other magical items that need my help to crush?"
Cyril shook his head: "No more for now."
Erdfana gave a soft "hmm," and grayish-white scales appeared on his hand, then tightened, instantly shattering the black gauntlet. Black and red light spots continuously separated in the air and slowly coalesced.
Backlund, a riverside street in the area south of the bridge, near the Backlund Bridge.
After getting off the public carriage, Fors pushed open the door and walked into a coffee shop with a sign that said it was temporarily closed. After passing through several "doors", she entered a newly decorated living room that looked like it had just been renovated.
In the center of the room, Lawrence, wearing a heavy woolen overcoat and a top hat, was sitting on either side of the sofa talking to a young man whose face still looked somewhat immature.
Upon Fors' arrival, Lawrence smiled and invited her to sit down before introducing them: "This is my new student, Fors Wall. She is a kind and sincere lady."
"She is also the successor of one of my relatives. Anlisa passed away after guiding her to become an extraordinary being, unable to teach her much about the common sense of the mystical world and some useful knowledge."
"After hesitating for a long time, I decided to take her on as a student and teach her some knowledge of the occult."
"Fors will be the last student I teach. I don't have much time left, so this is something I've done to create some value."
He paused, then pointed at Owen and said, "This is a junior member of my family named Owen. He only recently reconnected with the family for some reason, and I am currently teaching him about mysticism."
"You don't mind if I take a break and teach you all together, do you?"
Irving immediately shook his head: "Of course I don't mind. Having one more person in class means one more person to share the pressure."
This was his honest opinion. Although Lawrence was usually a kind elder, he was very strict when teaching as a public school teacher.
At least that's true for him, a student who easily gets distracted in class and occasionally skips classes.
He finally graduated from Backlund University, but before his free and comfortable life could even begin, he was forced to catch up on his studies again after contacting his family.
Fors gave the young member of the Abraham family a curious look, then nodded in agreement: "That's right."
Lawrence nodded slightly, then looked at Fors: "Your spirituality hasn't been completely concealed yet; you must have just advanced recently?"
Fors nodded. "Yes, I just finished gathering the materials a couple of days ago, and last night I was promoted to 'Master of Tricks'."
Lawrence nodded and smiled, "I had prepared a Soul Eater's stomach for you, but it seems we won't need it."
"In that case, I'll replace it with the Astrologer's potion recipe. Consider it my first gift to you as your teacher."
Fors's expression froze for a moment... Why didn't you say so earlier? My financial crisis. I've been working so hard to meet the deadline, and now you're telling me I could have gotten the materials and gotten promoted without working so hard?
Lawrence, oblivious to the frozen expression on Fors's face, continued, "The key to playing a 'magic master' lies in the words 'performance' and 'fooling,' where 'fooling' can also be replaced by 'deception.'"
"This can be seen in the other two categories of 'scammers' and 'magicians,' whose names are similar in meaning in some respects."
After a slight pause, he looked at Owen and said, "Once you are promoted to 'Magician,' you can also refer to the rules of acting as 'Master of Tricks.'"
Lawrence's lecture lasted for nearly an hour before it ended.
Seeing that Fors and Irving were both seriously recalling and organizing the knowledge they had shared, he took a sip of red tea to quench his thirst.
After the two stopped what they were doing, he then mentioned another reason why he had scheduled the teaching session for today: "There will be a gathering this weekend that I and another extraordinary person will be organizing. If you are interested, you are welcome to attend, or you can invite your familiar or trustworthy friends to come."
"It doesn't necessarily have to be an Extraordinary One; any ordinary person who wants to become one can do it. In order to make the gathering more attractive, that powerful Extraordinary One brought out quite a few potion recipes, extraordinary materials, and properties."
"The location is right here. Just come over using the same method as today."
"A powerful Extraordinary?" Fors was surprised for a moment, then nodded. "No problem. Perfect. I have a few friends who have been struggling to find the materials needed for their advancement."
Irving shrugged. "I don't have many friends, but I'm quite interested in these kinds of gatherings."
"This is the first party, will we get a discount on what we buy?"
...The first party?
A flicker of surprise crossed Fors's eyes, and then her thoughts began to wander:
Is the Abraham family planning to establish a base in Backlund and secretly develop their power?
Could the powerful extraordinary being that Professor Lawrence mentioned, who organized the gathering with him, be a demigod belonging to the Abraham family?
If it really was a gathering convened by a demigod, then there would definitely be many good things that are not usually seen or even heard of.
I could bring Hugh, Miss Audrey, and Viscount Grelint along. They certainly wouldn't mind giving me a referral fee for such an opportunity to attend such a high-end gathering.
And the gathering that the teacher organized is definitely... well, at least it won't pose any danger to us.
Well, we can pray to Mr. Fool then; if there's any danger, we should be able to get some hints.
Bayam, on the coastal defense road near the coast.
Cyril, maintaining his disguise as Randolph Carter, sat on the gray marble wall facing the sea, using his paintings to document the standoff between the pirates and the official defense forces deployed in the harbor.
"Ever since that sea king went to Banshee, such standoffs have been happening daily in the ports and docks of the Roside Islands."
"Longtail Island, with its relatively weak official garrison, was nearly raided last night by 'Admiral Hell' piloting the 'Black Tulip.'"
Cyril looked at the person who had suddenly approached him and started talking to him with some surprise.
He was a gentleman in his thirties wearing a gray tailcoat, with distinctly Rue features. His light blonde hair was neatly combed back, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an outstanding air.
He didn't sense any hostility or malice from the other person, but he was also quite certain that he didn't know the other person, although the face seemed somewhat familiar.
Before Cyril could speak, the distinguished gentleman introduced himself with practiced ease: "My name is Dimitri Burns, second mate of the 'King of the Black Seat.'"
Sirion nodded in realization: "The 'Hypnotist' Dimitri, with a bounty of 10000 pounds."
"Did Mr. Hopkins send you?"
She shook her head slightly: "No, it was just a chance encounter."
"My stay in Bayam was on the captain's orders. He suspects that Sea King's sudden departure from Bayam is a conspiracy or a trap, and he wants me to keep an eye on the Storm Church's movements."
"Just two days ago, the captain gave me a new task: to keep an eye on you and provide assistance if necessary."
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "So that's why you came to me?"
"No, it really was just a chance encounter." Dimitri smiled somewhat helplessly, then pointed to the sea where the standoff was taking place and explained, "I received news that the Sea King" had already returned to the Roseside Islands last night.
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"The 'Hell Admiral' who stormed Longtail Island almost actually went to hell last night."
"I was curious about what happened to these guys, so I came to check it out. I didn't expect to run into you here, so I came over to say hello."
Boom!
Dimitri's words were interrupted by a violent clap of thunder, and the clear sky over the sea suddenly darkened, with countless electric lightning bolts darting wildly through the clouds.
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"Just two days ago, the captain gave me a new task: to keep an eye on you and provide assistance if necessary."
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "So that's why you came to me?"
"No, it really was just a chance encounter." Dimitri smiled somewhat helplessly, then pointed to the sea where the standoff was taking place and explained, "I received news that the Sea King" had already returned to the Roseside Islands last night.
"The 'Hell Admiral' who stormed Longtail Island almost actually went to hell last night."
"I was curious about what happened to these guys, so I came to check it out. I didn't expect to run into you here, so I came over to say hello."
Boom!
Dimitri's words were interrupted by a violent clap of thunder, and the clear sky over the sea suddenly darkened, with countless electric lightning bolts darting wildly through the clouds.