Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Encounter After a Long Parting
Backlund, No. 66 Daton Street, North District.
Forsi was sitting in the easy chair with her upper body upright, her eyes looking straight ahead, her hands neatly folded on her knees, and her usual lazy aura was completely absent.
On another high-backed chair next to her, Xio, who had short curly hair, was also sitting upright. His petite body looked particularly mini against the backdrop of the huge high-backed chair, and his legs were dangling in the air, unable to touch the ground.
Looking carefully, these two extraordinary people with enough experience to be called rich are trembling at the moment. Whether they are the cynical "apprentice" or the powerful "arbiter", they all seem to have been given strange powers at the moment.
The effect was as if he had lost his ability to move and was firmly bound in place.
"Why are you so nervous? Now you can explain to me the origin of that 'bracelet'." Ambrosius, who was wearing a white robe with gold trim, casually picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip.
Forsi, who was sitting on the easy chair, was like a lamb whose name was called by the God of Death. He shuddered violently and twisted the corner of his mouth into a slightly flattering, but very stiff, flattering smile, which was really ugly.
Her right hand trembled, and she slowly pushed back a strand of brown curly hair that had accidentally fallen to her forehead, blocking her vision, and answered in a very detailed manner:
"Dear Mr. Roman, this is a gift I got from one of my former patients. She was a lonely old lady. In order to repay my kindness for taking care of her at that time, she gave the 'apprentice''s body to her before she died.
The potions and recipes were all left to me, as well as this strange bracelet that could help me travel through the spirit world.
Foles looked at the calm eyes of Roman Ambrosius who was sipping coffee across from him, swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and then added:
"This bracelet has a very fatal negative effect. After using it to travel through the spirit world, you will hear terrifying murmurs during the blood moon!"
Xio, who had been silent on the side, suddenly turned his head, and his severe fear was replaced by strong doubts, which were also mixed with some pressing questions.
Fowles felt the gaze from her friend and pursed her lips a few times. However, under Ambrosius's silent gaze, she still gave up the action. Instead, she slightly raised her white neck and raised it lightly.
He looks like a warrior about to face the death penalty.
"Alas..." Ambrosius sighed softly, put down the coffee cup that he had been holding in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "I probably know what's going on. On that bracelet
There is some hidden pollution attached to it, and I can give you a method to remove it. Of course, the price for this is that you will no longer be an extraordinary person, and will lack the guidance of the 'apprentice' characteristic, and the gibbering that appears during the blood moon will also be
It won’t bother you anymore.”
Pollution? Foles's heart trembled. He was about to ask, but he followed his heart and closed his mouth.
Ambrosius's dark blue eyes were deep and pure, like a compressed starry sky. He calmly stared at the two ladies in front of him, both of whom were holding back a lot of questions, and asked the question he was most concerned about:
"Why did you have such a big reaction when I asked about the origin of that bracelet?"
Why did we have such a big reaction! Xio and Forsi, who were occupied by various confusions, suddenly turned their heads to look at each other, and found that their friends were just like themselves, with shocked and aggrieved expressions on their faces.
"If you hadn't suddenly appeared near us and asked me about the origin of the magical items on my body, how could I have reacted so violently! And you also used some unknown means to escape when I was about to use the last few stones.
It directly ruined the 'trip', causing Xio and I to fall to the ground! If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be so scared!" Forsi "roared" wantonly in his heart, but his face could only
Putting on a "calm smile", she looked at her friend with great trust. She was afraid that she couldn't help but tell the truth in her heart, so she could only place her hope in Xio, who was more experienced in this aspect.
Feeling Forsi's gaze, Xio's mouth twitched slightly, but after two seconds of silence, she corrected her attitude and said in a deep voice to the person opposite who "called himself" Mr. Roman:
"Before we met you, we had just escaped from the pursuit of the great pirate Qilingos. We had not yet adjusted our emotions and mistook you for his accomplice, so we had an overly violent reaction. Please forgive me."
Roman Ambrosius, who was sitting in a natural and slightly lazy posture, was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he responded with a chuckle:
"This is indeed a reasonable explanation."
Forsi, who had been blocked for words, looked at Mr. Roman, who did nothing except monitor them to deliver a letter to Miss Audrey, and then took them directly into a house. He looked at the other person more kindly.
With his charming and exotic face, he took courage and asked thoughtfully:
"You just said that the gibbering I heard during the blood moon was possible to be completely cured?"
As Fors raised the question, Xio also turned his head, looking forward to the gentleman's answer.
"Yes, as long as you give up your identity as an extraordinary person and expel the 'apprentice' characteristics from your body, you can solve this problem." Ambrosius rubbed his chin with his right hand, his voice gentle and magnetic, "The essence of this pollution
It is a 'speech' to a specific group and a message transmission, but its excessive personality distorts its original intention."
He... Forsi, who was expecting to be able to solve his own problem, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Instead, Xio, who had been listening in the audience, seized the opportunity and asked quickly:
"Is the only way to eliminate characteristics?"
For a natural half-arbiter, she knew very well that even without the magic potion, just being affected by the residue of the magic potion would cause her to suffer some unavoidable dangers.
Ambrosius raised his eyebrows, glanced at Xio in surprise, and added patiently:
"There are indeed other ways, the simplest of which are two. Become a Sequence Four 'Mystic Mage', which is what you call a demigod. Rely on your own personality to resist this kind of invasion, or seek help from a god.
, let Him help you shield yourself from the corresponding pollution.”
None of these are much more difficult than eliminating characteristics... Forsi sighed secretly, looked at Ambrosius, who had a kind attitude from beginning to end, and carefully asked what he was most concerned about.
The problem:
"Mr. Roman, if I want to eliminate my own characteristics, what method should I use?"
"This is relatively easy. Find the saints of the 'Sun' path or the corresponding sealed objects. They can purify the characteristics in your body and expel it." Ambrosius replied casually.
I shouldn't have asked this kind of question... Forsi suddenly gave up the desire to ask and leaned back, showing signs of returning to his usual lazy demeanor.
Instead, Xio scratched his messy, stubborn short hair impatiently and asked without giving up:
"Is there no other way?"
Ambrosius, who had an exotic look and soft facial lines, did not answer the question directly. Instead, he leaned against the back of the chair behind him naturally, with his head slightly lowered. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and made a casual gesture.
Divination.
A burst of bright stars emerged from the void on the long wooden table. In the coffee cup that he had previously placed flat on the table, the brown liquid strangely escaped the shackles of gravity, blended with the stars in mid-air, and condensed.
It became a line of ancient Fusac language that seemed to be mixed with the "Language of the Dead".
He carefully read this text spelled out by coffee and starlight, his slender eyebrows gradually raised, and his brows frowned slightly. The look made Xio and Forsi very nervous, fearing that the other party would suddenly be unfavorable to them.
After all, for such a powerful and mysterious existence, there is no need for a reason at all for what they want to do. They may change their decision just because of changes in mood. This is undoubtedly an unbearable disaster for the two Sequence Nines.
Ambrosius finally no longer remained silent, but returned to his previous calm and easy-going demeanor. With a flick of his hand, the strange words floating in the air collapsed, the stars faded quickly, and the brown coffee flowed along the
It followed the previous trajectory and flowed back into the white cup without causing any ripples.
He picked up a newspaper on the table and pressed it lightly with his right index finger. A trace of burnt black color quickly spread on the light gray newspaper, forming lines of text that were difficult to see clearly.
With a tearing sound, the edge of the corner of the newspaper with writing on it automatically cracked, forming a regular rectangle. Under the pressure of Ambrosius's slender, white, well-jointed right index finger, it moved in front of Xio and Forsi.
His voice was still calm, with almost no ups and downs in his tone:
"What I just said are relatively simple and easy to complete methods. Of course, you have more choices besides this, but you need to explore it yourself. Destiny is a very mysterious thing. Sometimes, only
Only the judgments you make will be truly imprinted on your own trajectory. Others can only guide and advise. The decision-making power is only in your own hands, whether it is voluntary or forced."
"There are some emergency methods written on this piece of paper. If you can't stand the torture of the mumbling during the next blood moon, or the next time, you can do what is written on it, and it will help.
You briefly avoided the outcome of mutating into a monster."
Forsi looked at Xio's face, which was also blank, and hesitantly took the piece of paper with neat edges and hard-to-find rough edges. He did not check it immediately, but carefully held it in his hand.
Ambrosius looked at her performance and nodded indifferently. Then as if he remembered something, he knocked on the table top of the long wooden table and added:
"As for Qilingers, it's still very dangerous for you. You have to be careful about how deep it goes."
After saying that, he looked at the two young ladies who seemed to be frozen in place, and chuckled:
"You two, do you plan to stay with me and have dinner together?"
Of course not... Xio reacted quickly, took Forsi's hand, quickly gave Roman Ambrosius a standard court salute, and then grabbed his friend and quickly
He walked out of the house without a single light, and with the blessing of the Extraordinary's good physical strength, he ran all the way to the edge of the North District before stopping.
Forsi, who finally came back to his senses, wiped the scattered sweat on his forehead with the back of his free hand, pushed back all the brown curly hair stuck to his face behind his ears, and then asked breathlessly:
"Why are you running so fast? If that person wants to do us harm, we can't leave that house at all."
Xiu, who was in relatively good condition, pressed down the few blond hairs that stood up on top of his head, calmed his breathing, and responded to his friend:
"What level do you think that person has reached?"
"Demigod?" Forsi was stunned for a moment, and then a familiar but very unfamiliar word popped out of her mouth, "You mean, the demigod who is probably the 'apprentice' path, he is
Stopped my 'trip'..."
Xio looked around cautiously and raised his hand to stop a hired carriage.
"I don't know the specific path, but he is definitely an extraordinary person above half-god."
As a carriage slowly stopped beside them, Xio pulled Forsi onto the carriage and ordered the coachman to drive towards the edge of the East District.
"Did you read the piece of paper he gave you?"
Forsi was stunned for a second or two, then he suddenly opened his right hand that he had been clenching tightly, and was surprised to find that a corner of the newspaper that was clenched in it was undamaged, and the text was still unclear.
She and Xio looked at each other, pointed the piece of paper at the light source vigilantly, and carefully identified the words on it.
"The beloved of the spiritual world and time and space."
"The reborn phoenix."
"A devoted pursuer in the twilight of the past."
"The great Roman Ambrosius."
In the carriage where the noise outside the carriage could be vaguely heard, Xio and Forsi lost the ability to speak for a moment. They were like two sculptures, holding pieces of paper in their hands in the constantly bumping carriage, with their mouths slightly open.
Boom!
The fast-moving carriage drove through a slightly undulating road. The excessive muffled sound woke up the two ladies who seemed to have their souls eaten by the paper in their hands, helping them to recover from their chaotic thoughts.
"Is this an honorable name?" Forsi, who had browsed similar content in "Spirit Realm Insights", said in a dry voice.
Hugh, who lacked similar experience and knowledge, nodded mechanically, and then glanced at his friend next to him.
"I don't know how to pronounce the honorable name on it!" Forsi, who was watched by his friend, hurriedly explained.
Xio looked at Forsi deeply, her body suddenly became deflated, and she shook her head in a low voice:
"I just want to say that if you really hear that horrible gibbering next time, maybe you can give it a try. After all, Mr. Roman doesn't look like a bad guy."
"You have never told me such a dangerous thing before..."
Forsi's nose suddenly felt sore while holding the paper, and then she turned her head away and looked out the window.
"I'll try."
She looked out the window at the workers hurriedly passing by, and judged that they had reached the edge of the East District, and murmured in a low voice:
"What's the use of telling you, it will only make you worry..."
............
In the empty room, Ambrosius drank the rest of the coffee alone.
On the stairs, a tiger-headed little boy walked down the stairs softly and glanced at His robe through the railing.
"It's not a good habit to just enter someone's home."
Ambrosius put down the white coffee cup in his hand, smiled gently, and then his figure faded and disappeared, leaving only the empty cup standing alone on the long table.
Outside the door, a postman was delivering letters, and the name tag on the mailbox was clearly visible.