nagpurpolice Chapter 277 Felman's Wizarding Notes
Chapter 277 Felman's Wizarding Notes
Chapter 277 Felman's Wizarding Notes
Outside a detached villa in the Upper Town.
Cyril put the story and letters he had written down from memory, along with the music box that originally belonged to Dimitri, into the mailbox.
He glanced at the quiet villa, which seemed deserted, noted its location, and then left.
Shortly after he left, a transparent spirit draped in a strange black robe emerged from behind the villa's closed door. After taking everything out of the mailbox, it floated back into the villa.
Backlund, Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge.
Klein stood at the church entrance and looked around. After confirming that the vampire named Emlyn was there, he stepped into the church.
He hadn't really wanted to come here, since Sherlock Moriarty's official identity was that of the "God of Steam and Machines," and it was indeed inappropriate for him to come to the church of the "Earth Mother Goddess."
Especially since he is currently being secretly protected by the Mechanical Heart of the Steam Church.
But the pressure from the "Apostle of Desire" who could launch an attack at any moment was too great.
Although the other party's real target is most likely not us detectives, what if they do? After achieving their original goal, it's not impossible that they might take revenge as a side effect.
Moreover, he could feel that his "magician's" potion was almost digested, and he only needed one more chance to perform, or to play the detective for half a month in a step-by-step manner.
He was still missing the mutated pituitary gland and blood from the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain when he was promoted to "Faceless Man," but the vampire Emlyn, who had promised to use the vampire clan's channels to help him collect the materials, hadn't come to him yet, so he had to take the initiative to come and ask how the other party's progress was.
Inside the church, the vampire Emlyn and Father Utravsky sat one after the other on chairs, their hands clasped together and pressed to their mouths and noses, praying intently and devoutly.
Klein casually found a seat and waited for their prayers to finish before walking over to Emlyn and saying with a smile, "You're now a qualified follower of the 'Earth Mother Goddess'."
Emlyn's face darkened. He glared at Klein before saying, "You're here because of what happened last time, aren't you?"
"I found the mutated pituitary gland and blood from the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain; their combined price is £2800."
"Add the 200 pounds you need to pay me, and it will be 3000 pounds in total."
Klein's face immediately darkened; this price far exceeded his expectations.
"This is already far above the normal market price."
Emlyn nodded calmly: "Is there anywhere else you can buy these materials?"
"Extraordinary species are already rare in this era, and dragons are even rarer. Apart from vampires who have long lifespans and do not need this kind of material, you will hardly find them anywhere else. Even if you do find them, they will only be more expensive."
"Moreover, as a long-lived vampire, the other party is not in a hurry to sell the materials. Anyway, there is a long time to wait, and someone will eventually be willing to pay a high price."
...This is the little money I just saved up.
He sighed inwardly, then asked, "Aren't you of the same race? Can't you ask them for a discount?"
Emlyn raised his chin: "It could have been, but what you just said made me very unhappy, so it's gone."
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He struggled between physically punishing the other party and amicably negotiating, but ultimately chose the latter.
Mainly, it was out of respect for Father Utravsky. I couldn't very well beat up a vampire who had been converted by a bishop and a god in front of him.
"If you can get that vampire to give you a discount, I'll give you one-tenth of that discount as a commission, how about it?"
Emlyn instinctively thought it was a good idea, but after thinking about it, he felt something was off: "Couldn't I ask for a discount from them first and then tell them they weren't willing to give a discount? That way, the difference would all be mine."
Klein paused for a second, then said, "You are a noble vampire."
"They wouldn't do something so deceptive, and they'd definitely be willing to help me within their capabilities, right?"
Emlyn's expression stiffened for a moment, then he tilted his chin up and replied, "Of course."
Klein smiled and then continued, "Then I'll leave it to you."
"I know an extraordinary person who has mastered the abilities of suggestion and hypnosis. I'll introduce you to him when I have the chance."
Emlyn's bright red eyes widened suddenly: "Really? Who is he? Where is he?"
Klein smiled and said, "I'll introduce you when I have the chance. He's not in Backlund right now."
...This isn't deception. Sirion does use psychological suggestion and hypnosis. Whether you can trust him or whether he's willing to help you is not my problem.
Emlyn nodded in disappointment: "Fine, hopefully this extraordinary one you speak of will return to Backlund before I've fully adjusted to all this."
Klein smiled and said, "He probably will. He left Backlund just to digest the potion."
"I'll come back to see you in a few days. I hope you can have a good talk with your fellow clansman and get a good discount."
Bayam, who had just returned to the hotel and was looking for a suitable place to play his role on the map, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
His room was illuminated by bright, dazzling sunlight that was almost blinding.
As the sunlight faded, Oheez, dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold thread, stepped down from the illusory carriage made of gold.
He looked at Cyril sitting at the desk, smiled and nodded, saying, "You're very lucky. If I hadn't already done a divination on the way here, I would have suspected that you were blessed by some angel of destiny."
The path of "such luck, perhaps representing destiny" is more suitable for you than the "secret seeker."
"Unfortunately, once an extraordinary path is chosen, it's difficult to change, and the 'Secret Seeker' path and the 'Monster' path are not adjacent."
After a brief pause, he took out a brown-covered notebook from inside his robe. On the front cover was an eye without eyelashes.
"This is Fellman's sorcery notebook, a magical item on the same level as that music box."
"It records many magical spells. As long as you turn to the corresponding page, sprinkle the spell-casting materials and recite the correct incantation, you can complete a spell."
"Its limitation is that each spell recorded in it can only be used once a day, and after each use, you must write down some knowledge on the back of the notebook—any knowledge will do—otherwise you will be cursed."
...That's pretty fair.
After a pause, Sirion asked curiously, "What kind of curse?"
Oheez paused for a moment, then said seriously, "The next time, the knowledge from the Hidden Sage will be enhanced on a per-person basis. The extent of the enhancement is not fixed, but even the smallest enhancement is still very dangerous."
"So never be careless."
...But I'm not a "peeping Tom".
Cyril felt he had discovered a bug in this magical item... but it didn't seem to be of much use; a Sequence 7 magical item couldn't offer him any help anymore.
Noticing Cyril's thoughtfulness, Oheez assumed he was dissatisfied with the magical item, so he explained, "You don't need to worry too much. You don't need to write knowledge on the back immediately after each use. There's a buffer period, so you can still use it even in dangerous situations."
"Moreover, for its value, it is the most useful magical item for you, not only making up for your shortcomings in combat, but also allowing you to adapt to and play the role of the next sequence in advance."
"When you need to advance in your career, I'll help you replace it with a 'wizard' potion."
Cyril nodded earnestly and replied, "I understand."
...He was really trying to train me, but I was using Born Walker's identity to scheme against him. Suddenly, I felt a pang of conscience.
Hmm... I can't think of it that way. He just became one of the ten pillars and still lacks his own core team, while I have demonstrated my value, which is why I was cultivated.
Moreover, to become a demigod through the path of "the Seer of Secrets," one must have been constantly protected by angels or true gods; otherwise, one's mental defenses must have been breached and modified by the "Hidden Sage" long ago.
As his thoughts wandered, he heard Oheiz's voice, which carried a hint of seriousness and an air of undeniable authority: "I'm returning to East Bayron in two days. You can come back with me."
Cyril hesitated before speaking, "But there are still many secrets to explore in the Rothschild Islands. My previous mission..."
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Oheez interrupted him abruptly: "You don't need to complete those tasks."
"As long as you memorize all the knowledge from that ancient book you've read before, the accumulated merits will be enough for you to become a wizard."
Sirion readily agreed: "Okay, then I'll pack my things in the next couple of days and then buy a ship ticket back to the Southern Continent."
"Hmm." Oheez nodded slightly, and then the room was once again filled with dazzling sunlight.
Cyril squinted instinctively, and when the light returned to normal, he opened his eyes again, only to find that Oheiz had already disappeared from the room.
Clang!
He casually flicked out a gold coin, confirming that Oheiz had indeed left, and then curled his lip: "How stingy! A Sequence 7 magical item, plus all my knowledge that can be used for 'mysterious resurrection,' and you only exchange it for a 'wizard's' potion?"
"I feel like my conscience was being stabbed for no reason just now."
As he muttered to himself, he opened Fairman's witchcraft notebook.
As Oheez said, this magical item does indeed record a lot of magical spells, useful and useless, normal and evil, spells that can be imagined and spells that normal people could never even think of.
After a cursory glance, he roughly divided the recorded spells into three parts:
The spells recorded in the previous section are biased towards offense or defense, as well as applying certain status effects.
The spells in the middle section feel strange yet inexplicably useful, as if this seasoned "wizard" with a wealth of knowledge is getting creative.
The last part consists entirely of spells for curing serious illnesses, improving physical health, soothing the mind, and prolonging life, making up nearly half of the witchcraft notes. It seems that these were all recorded by this "wizard" in his later years.
"This wizard named Fairman has a strong will to survive, but unfortunately he chose the wrong path. If he had chosen the 'Pharmacist' path from the beginning, he would have been an immortal by Sequence 7."
"The beginning seems normal enough, but this guy named Fehrman has definitely gone mad."
"A spell that can temporarily make the body younger, and the material used for casting the spell is the fresh heart of a newborn baby."
"There are also spells that can strip away the soul, spells that can project consciousness into other bodies..."
"Is this guy researching how to possess someone?"
After reading it, he simply tossed the "Fairman's Witchcraft Notebook" aside. It wasn't very useful to begin with, and now it just looked even more out of place.
"Let's find a chance to have Erdfana smash it for me. I can use its ability to feed my paintings."
He muttered something, put on his coat, and then went out to continue playing his role as a "recorder".
After dark, he silently arrived near the villa where Oheez lived through the mirror world.