blueteamnovel Chapter 378 The Blessing of Wisdom
Chapter 378 The Blessing of Wisdom
Chapter 378 The Blessing of Wisdom (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!!)
"Didn't you find it unbelievable before that I could turn people into ice sculptures and flames out of thin air?"
Sherman shook his head: "But this is different; it's turning a man into a woman."
"It's not that different. You find it unbelievable simply because you don't know enough about it."
"For such a great being, nothing is impossible."
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After a pause, Triss reached out and picked up a candle flame, letting it bloom in her hand before disappearing.
Then she gave Sherman a bright and charming smile, until he blushed and lowered his head, before continuing, "As your guide, I need to remind you that 'The Witch' is a Sequence 7 potion. Before you can consume it, you need to go through two more stages: Sequence 9 and Sequence 8."
"Originally, I was supposed to give you some tests first, but now that you have received the Lord's attention and gifts, the previous arrangements are no longer appropriate."
As she spoke, she pulled a pre-prepared letter from the pocket of her work pants and handed it to Sherman.
The latter curiously took it and unfolded it before his eyes.
"Sequence 9...Assassin?"
Main ingredients: roots of the Shadow Poison Flower, black feathers of the Serpent Bird...
"On the deck of the Golden Dream in the Sunya Sea."
Klein glanced at Edwina and Cyril standing not far away, then looked back at the pirates in the cabin, on the ship's side, and other places, pretending to walk around and chat, glancing in their direction from time to time.
I just summoned a messenger, is it really necessary for so many people to come and watch?
If you didn't know better, you'd think Edwina had given you a new teaching method.
As his thoughts drifted, he precisely locked onto Danitz, who was hiding in the crowd, and gave him a cold look.
However, this was, after all, the "Golden Dream" of "Iceberg Admiral," so he didn't dwell too much on the large number of onlookers and turned to Edwina: "I'm ready to begin."
After saying this, he half-squatted down, gently rubbed his fingers together to light the candle, and then dripped essential oil and hydrosol into the flame.
After completing the ritual steps, he rose and took a half step back, whispering in ancient Hermes: "I, I summon in my name:
A spirit wandering in illusion, a benevolent creature that can be commanded, a speedster beyond imagination.
Ugh!
The sea breeze that had swept across the deck suddenly began to swirl and turned cold.
The flickering candlelight turned a dark green, and as it shook violently, a blurry figure rushed out.
Cyril, who had been observing from the sidelines, kept scanning the deck, very curious about what this speedster, whose speed was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, looked like.
His spiritual intuition told him that the speedster and Bernadette's messenger were of the same species.
Perhaps sensing the presence of someone of the same kind, he could feel this speedster circling around him, but the speed was so great that he couldn't see the other person with his naked eye.
After a moment's thought, pairs of transparent, shimmering, starlight-like wing-like membranes extended out from behind him, while his figure rapidly faded away.
In a higher dimension, when speed becomes a tangible existence, the speedster, who is difficult to observe with the naked eye, finally reveals his true form.
Its lower body resembles a horse with eight legs, covered with translucent, fine down, while its upper body is either a human covered in full armor or an empty suit of full armor.
Cyril couldn't see what was inside the armor; he could only see two orange-red dots that looked like eyes through the gaps in the helmet.
After he disappeared from the ship, the speedster began to circle around Klein.
Its body is very special; it seems to be completely unaffected by air resistance and does not create even the slightest ripple despite its extreme speed.
"Pure speed, not the kind of extreme speed achieved through special means like the 'Tyrant' pathway of electro-optical transformation."
"There is no similar ability among the twenty-two paths. Is it a product of the spirit world? Or is there a divine path outside this planet that controls speed, and the speedsters are products of this influence?"
He muttered a couple of sentences to himself, and the transparent wings behind him, shimmering with starlight, gently flapped, his body gradually descending to a lower dimension.
On the deck of the "Golden Dream," Sirion's figure reappeared.
He glanced at Klein and said in a flat tone, "That speedster has been circling around you the whole time, and even took the time to explore the entire ship and the surrounding sea."
"Such speed is probably among the top one or two speedsters in the spirit world."
"If it's just for delivering mail, it's a great choice; it's definitely efficient."
"If you want a more powerful messenger who can also help in battle when necessary, you can think of a new summoning incantation."
Is this a spirit version of the Flash?
Klein mentally scoffed, scanning his surroundings, but neither his eyes nor his senses detected any trace of the speedster.
After hesitating for a moment, he still chose to give up the Speedster as his messenger.
The unseen messenger always feels like a horror story.
Composing himself, he spoke again: "I, in my own name, end this summoning!"
He then looked at Sirion: "What suggestions do you have?"
"Relax the conditions a bit and let the spirit creatures fight over it themselves. The ones that respond to you will definitely be spirit creatures that are suitable in all aspects."
Hearing his words, Edwina couldn't help but interrupt, "The spirit world is too vast. Unrestricted summoning could very well summon dangerous spirit creatures."
Klein nodded in agreement. He had previously spoken with Edwina and gained a clearer understanding of the spirit world and its creatures.
Although Qi Guang showed him great respect, not all beings in the spirit world are as friendly as Qi Guang. He might summon a spirit creature so chaotic that it doesn't even know what respect is.
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"...Or I could go to the spirit world and ask the spirits to hold a job fair for you. Whoever wins can become your messenger."
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"Are there any other reliable methods?"
Xireen nodded: "Yes, we can find a Pure Light to help keep an eye on things and kick out any spirit creatures that want to respond to the ritual but are not qualified."
Klein raised a hand to rub his forehead, unable to help but complain, "Do I need to perform a spirit summoning ritual first?"
"No need for that." Cyril shook his head slightly, took a step back, and disappeared from the deck again.
Klein watched as Sirion disappeared again, and weakly raised his hand.
No, I was just venting, but you're serious!
In the spirit realm, he looked up at the seven beams of pure light that seemed to reside there eternally at the highest point.
Before he could speak, a clear beam of light suddenly drew closer, gathering before his eyes and coalescing into a familiar human figure.
"Red Light" Al Moria, dressed in a bright red robe and exuding great majesty.
The "Red Light" El Moria, who had appeared, spoke first: "I and several other Pure Lights have established a secret organization dedicated to teaching people knowledge, called the Pure Light Brotherhood. It also includes some sufficiently powerful and friendly spirit beings."
Is this a case of trying to sell one's subordinates when one can't sell oneself?
I have no objection, but I don't know if Miss Messenger agrees.
Lost in thought, he nodded slightly: "I understand."
He then left the spirit world.
On the deck of the "Golden Dream," Cyril looked at Klein, who was talking to Edwina, and briefly relayed what "Red Light" El Moria had said.
Finally, he added, "What you summon might not necessarily be a member of the Brotherhood of Light, but with that red light 'staring,' there definitely won't be any random spirit creatures responding to the ritual."
Klein nodded with a complicated expression.
For a fleeting moment, he even wondered if Sirion was the embodiment of some kind of pure light from the spirit world.
This is not the kind of interpersonal relationship a normal Sequence 5 should have...
Composing himself, he began the ceremony again.
"I!
I summon in my name:
"A spirit wandering in illusion, a benevolent being at my beck and call, a unique being willing to be my messenger."
Ugh!
On the deck, the cold sea breeze swirled again, causing the eerily green candlelight to flicker until it swelled into a phantom crack.
Klein stared intently at the crack leading to the spirit world before him.
One second, two seconds passed, and nothing changed...
He hesitated for a moment before turning his head to look at Sirion, only to find that the other person had already disappeared.
Is this guy... trying to fool me?
The thought had just arisen in his mind when his spirit was suddenly stirred, and he quickly turned around.
A translucent head is slowly emerging from the crack stretched out by the candlelight.
It was the head of a woman with light gold, smooth hair, scarlet eyes, and a bright and striking appearance!
He looks familiar...
At the same time, many spirit beings gathered there.
Xireen rubbed his head, which was a little sore, and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the various spirit creatures scattered in the distance.
The messenger lady has no martial ethics; she greeted everyone with a "wailing of a vengeful spirit," directly and forcefully defeating all her competitors.
They just didn't know their own strength and accidentally injured me, a viewer.
He paused, suppressing his smile, and looked at "Red Light" El Moria, who was dressed in a long red robe.
The latter gave him a helpless smile: "Although this young lady cut in line, she still meets the requirements of a messenger needed by the Great Spirit Realm Ruler."
You were clearly also affected by the "screaming of the vengeful spirits" and didn't react in time.
cough~
El Moria gave him a long, wistful look.
Ignoring the look in her eyes, Sirion said with a smirk, "If you don't fix the location of the response ceremony here, that lady with four heads might not even be able to get first place."
Al Moria shook his head slightly, deliberately changing the subject: "His name was Renette Tinicol, an angel of the Temperance faction of the Rose School, who fell in the Rose School's civil war."
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"But she had made certain preparations beforehand, and after her fall, she was resurrected in the spirit world in a special state."
"Even though He is incomplete, He still possesses the angelic status and can exert demigod-level power."
"The 'ancient evil spirit' was also skilled in divination and prophecy; perhaps it foresaw certain opportunities in advance."
"The return of the Great Spirit Ruler is an opportunity for Him to perhaps restore His body to its wholeness and complete His true resurrection."
"I'll pass on the message for you." Cyril nodded, his gaze lingering on the group of spirit creatures who were enraged after the messenger cut in line.
These spirit beings gave him the feeling that they were all powerful, at least at the level of demigods.
The "Pure Light Brotherhood" has something that could easily support a large, secretive organization just from this group of spirit beings in front of us.
Unfortunately, it still backfired.
The main reason is that the messenger herself is not weak, and her move was sudden, decisive and swift.
As his thoughts wandered, he noticed a peculiar creature from the spirit world.
It was a semi-transparent rabbit, wearing a white hooded robe, holding an open book in its hands, and sporting a long white beard on its chin.
Among a group of spirit beings who all started as demigods, it was unbelievably weak.
Is this a case of someone connected through connections?
Cyril turned his head to look at "Red Light" El Moria.
The latter shook his head slightly and said in a somewhat agitated tone, "Look at its appearance, don't you think it looks familiar?"
Upon hearing the "red light's" reply, he re-examined the rabbit-shaped spirit creature.
He wore a hooded robe, held a book, and had a beard.
Subconsciously, a statue that bore a striking resemblance to it flashed through his mind.
He looked at "Red Light" Al Moria as if seeking confirmation.
The latter nodded, then shook his head: "It's not that one, but the fact that it can maintain this appearance says something, doesn't it?"
"The Knowledge Rabbit, with its gentle nature and love of learning, perfectly aligns with the Pure Light Brotherhood's philosophy. Plus, it's quite...unique, so I brought it along too."
Cyril glanced at the Rabbit of Knowledge again and nodded thoughtfully.
Perhaps you want to give the Great Spirit Ruler, who is still returning, some extra connections, or maybe give that person some extra connections.
Judging from his fondness for spreading knowledge, Lingjie Jingguang and that "Dragon of Wisdom" should have a pretty good relationship; they might even be pen pals.
Composing himself, he approached the Rabbit of Knowledge and asked curiously, "You don't seem as angry as they are, nor do you seem interested in becoming a messenger."
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"No, I'm only interested in knowledge."
The Rabbit of Knowledge's voice was somewhat hoarse, with a distinctly childish quality, yet it deliberately tried to sound old.
Cyril chuckled, amused. "Why do you insist on dressing like this?"
"Because it makes me seem very intelligent!"
"I entered an ancient ruin that overlapped with the spirit world. Inside, I saw many statues, including an old human man holding a book. In that statue, I saw the image of a true scholar."
After a pause, it added, "Since I've maintained this form, I feel much smarter than before, and I often find books that have ended up in the spirit world."
"This must be a blessing from wisdom!"
"..." Sirion nodded with a complicated expression.
This is indeed a blessing from wisdom.
I wonder what those people in the Knowledge Church will think when they find out, that they'll have a uniform that everyone will accept?