Mr. Madison shook his head while holding the wine glass:
"Thaumatology is definitely real. As for whether the ritual is really so complicated, I don't know. I only know that the last guy who learned this thaumaturgy did the same thing. That is a story, and the story itself is in
Describe the ritual.”
Shade was very familiar with this kind of thing, and the sea return ceremony was also hidden in nursery rhymes.
"In fact, there is reason to suspect that most of the fairy tales, ballads and poems handed down from ancient times contain hidden elements of occultism."
"You are lucky that Shade came to investigate, but what are you going to do next? Since the church has noticed you, even if the spice itself is not a problem, sooner or later you will be focused on."
The doctor asked again, and Mr. Madison sighed:
"Then I can only leave Anthem Square temporarily and go to the countryside to sell spices. It took a lot of effort to find such a good place. In order not to pay protection fees to the gangs, I... forget it, safety is the most important thing.
I can only get up early every day and go to the countryside to work as a traveling businessman. Mr. Hamilton, when you write the investigation report, please write directly that I suddenly disappeared. This way, your friends will not cause trouble, and I will not cause trouble.
"
"no problem."
Shade nodded, and the doctor asked:
"What is the effect of your thaumaturgy?"
Only true friends can ask this kind of question. Mr. Madison didn’t care that Shade was present, and sighed and said:
"[Businessman Instinct] corresponds to the spiritual rune [Trade]. This is a passive form of thaumaturgy. Once I master this, I can subconsciously know the price of goods with anyone in the future, whether buying or selling.
Psychological price.”
Doctor Schneider and the stranger looked at each other with envy and surprise.
Mr. Madison, a sixth-level warlock, is proficient in alchemy, but his combat ability is not particularly outstanding. He has known Dr. Schneider for many years. To be precise, when Dr. Schneider was only a first-level warlock, Mr. Madison had been with him.
acknoledged.
Talking about this matter, Shade was a little curious about how Dr. Schneider's group was established. After all, when other people in the group joined, the senior one in the group was always Dr. Schneider.
It’s just that the doctor didn’t seem to want to talk about it, and Shade couldn’t ask more questions. When the doctor drank too much tea and got up to solve personal problems, Mr. Madison, who was wearing a turban, told Shade in a low voice:
"When I met Schneider, there were actually three people in your team. In addition to Schneider, who only had one level at that time, there was also a three-level warlock and an eight-level warlock in the team."
"Eight rings?"
Shade looked at this gentleman in surprise:
"I thought the correspondence magicians could only have six or seven rings at most."
"I don't know the specific situation, but that man was the most powerful correspondence ring magician in Tobesk fifteen years ago. I even heard Schneider say that that gentleman was already interested in advancing to the ninth ring in Tobesk.
Then I applied for tenure directly after entering St. Byrons.”
Talking about this incident, the middle-aged man wearing a turban still lamented:
"It's amazing."
The rules of the three major academies are basically the same, and the rules for going to the academies are also the same. In other words, the highest-level people in the group will be happy to find new talents when the group is insufficient, so there are correspondence courses preparing for promotion to the high level.
Ring Warlock is a very rare situation.
"What happened next? Mr. Madison, to be honest, I haven't heard anyone talk about it. I always thought it was the doctor who built our team from scratch."
"No, no, he is also a talent found by his predecessors. As for the two who are more senior than Schneider..."
He quietly stretched his head to look in the direction of the corridor, and then whispered:
"Schneider never mentioned it on his own initiative, and you don't want to say it was me who said it. There was a very famous incident in the local area more than ten years ago. Two more senior ring warlocks in your group died in that accident. It is said that
, the gentleman with the eighth ring and the lady with the third ring are lovers, and the lifelong dream of the gentleman with the eighth ring is to enter St. Byrons and become a teacher."
Mr. Madison paused for a moment, shaking the wine glass in his hand melancholy, looking at the beer foaming:
"I happened not to be in Tobesk when that incident happened, and later I heard rumors that it was those two people who saved Schneider, who only had one ring at the time. This had a huge impact on him, and even the Ring Warlock's studies were affected by it.
He fell behind a lot and was not very willing to recruit new team members. Later, Schneider vowed to inherit that gentleman's wish and go to St. Byrons to become a professor..."
He sighed, and Shade looked at him in surprise.
"Otherwise, Mr. Hamilton, why do you think Bill Schneider, who had a successful career in Tobesk, was so determined to go to St. Byrons?"
Mr. Madison shook his head:
"Sometimes, inheriting other people's wishes is more terrifying than having your own wishes."
Shade pondered the last sentence:
"Who said this?"
"I said."
said Mr. Madison, and continued the story:
"Let me tell you what happened more than ten years ago. What happened that year was only worse than this year. Someone opened a level 0 relic in the city. Hamilton, you know level 0
? Then evil..."
"What are you talking about?"
The doctor came over and asked with a smile. He probably didn't hear what the two of them were saying.
"Rhodes, we're talking about Rhodes!"
Shade said immediately, and then winked at Mr. Madison. The middle-aged man wearing a turban understood:
"Yes, we were just talking about Rhodes cards. I told Mr. Hamilton that the owner of this hotel is also a master of Rhodes cards, and he likes to gamble with others using special cards."
"Oh, Shade, don't forget what Priest August said, don't be addicted to gambling."
The doctor said worriedly that what happened just now was considered a fool.
Adult men all have their own things to do, so after chatting for a while at the Three Cats Inn, they left separately.
Before leaving, Shade and Mr. Madison exchanged business cards. This is how Shade learned that Mr. Madison's true occupation was actually a spice merchant. But it was not a small businessman doing business in the square, but a real businessman in the lower city.
of large merchandisers.
Shade was interested in continuing to inquire about past events from this gentleman, but judging from how busy the other man was, he might not be able to do so today. However, Mr. Madison gave Shade a small bottle of spices for sleeping as a gift, which was regarded as a meeting gift for the two of them to get to know each other.
.
Living in Delrayon, known as the Pearl of the North, it’s definitely a good idea to have a few more friends.
"Doctor, St. Byrons is on the great ice cap in the far north, so where is the Sussex Medical School?"
The doctor would pass by Saint Teresa Square when he returned to the clinic, so Shade got into the carriage with him.
"I heard it was in the sea."
"Sea miles?"
This is an answer I haven't thought of.
"In the sea in the south of the Old World, but I definitely don't know the specific location. It is said that the founder of the Serkses Higher Medical School used some kind of large-scale ceremony to open up a huge water-sheltered space on the seabed. Shade,
Don’t think too highly of each other, after all, St. Byrons is also Miss Feliana, a survivable space carved out of the extreme cold. The living conditions north of the ice cap in the far north are no better than those in the deep sea.”