She is a young lady with skin as pale as a stone statue and hair as crimson as flames, full of strange vitality.
Her figure and skin are well maintained, but correspondingly, at a glance, it is impossible to determine her approximate age. The flame-colored light dances in her eyes, as if she can see through those pupils.
Like a blazing bonfire.
She is one of the "wise men" of this city.
He is also Neusel's friend since childhood.
"Are you sure that's your name?"
"Well, they claim to be here to solve nightmares."
"Nightmare at the Sporomill? Are they serious?"
Nefertari walked around the room twice, his expression became slightly serious, and asked Neuser again: "Have you checked it with the command spell?"
"Of course I did it. I did everything within the scope of my responsibilities. My magic told me that they didn't lie - there is indeed such an organization, and they do belong to this organization. But other than that, I don't know anything.
I can’t find it out, and I’ve never heard of this name myself.”
Nieussel shrugged helplessly, looking at Nefertari who was spinning around in the room with some uneasiness, a green light seeping out of his eyes: "That's why I came to you, to see if you know
Will there be more than me?"
"Sorry, Neuser. I haven't heard of that name either."
Nefertari frowned: "But I may have some ideas... the problem may be more serious. Wait a minute, I want to do an experiment."
"——What? Naifei, what did you think of?"
Neusel's eyes lit up, and he chased after Nefertari and kept asking.
"Don't come so close to me - you stepped on my shoes, idiot! Now, bring me the bucket of true insects from the basement, and I'll perform a ceremony to test my guess."
Looking at Nieussel, who was following him around like a big dog and stepping on his shoes, Nefertari felt his blood pressure rise in an instant.
"Bring them all? Or just one strip?"
"I only use one for the ceremony, but how do you plan to get it out?"
"...How to take it out?"
Neuser asked following Nefertari's words.
The woman suddenly grinned, feeling her brain hurt for a moment, and added helplessly: "So don't take it out! Bring me the bucket!"
"Oh, if you had said so earlier, it would have been over."
The brown-haired, blue-eyed, strong and handsome supervisor Neuser nodded repeatedly and ran to Nefertari's basement.
Nefertali pressed his temples several times in an effort to calm down.
Neusser is good at everything. He has a very smart brain, but he never uses it...
She quickly used crystal powder to decorate the ceremony venue - a hexagram made of two overlapping triangles. She took out the polished citrine fragments and placed them at two o'clock, six o'clock and ten o'clock of the hexagram.
On the three tops, one, two and three crystals are placed, and three light sources are placed behind the citrine.
"Is it this bucket?"
Neusser came up carrying a small oak barrel and said with some trouble: "I only saw this 'bucket'..."
It's said to be a barrel, but it's actually about the size of a can of beer.
It had been immersed in ice water before, so it looked a little wet.
Before handing it to Nefertari, he diligently picked up the cotton cloth on the table and wiped the damp and cold wooden barrel.
"Well, just watch. You don't have to go out. But don't disturb me."
Nefertari warned: "This is a ritual to communicate directly with the mysterious lady - from now on, don't say anything until I say yes."
okokokok.
Neuser nodded silently and watched Nefertari perform the ceremony intently.
Nefertari shook his head helplessly and put the bucket on the corner of the table.
She opened the lid of the bucket and revealed the white translucent worms inside, numbering about a dozen.
They looked like children's ring fingers - as the temperature gradually returned to normal, these 'true insects' with a layer of frost on their skin began to slowly shake their bodies and slowly regained their activity.
Neferta used a vessel made of glass, like a wine grape, to lift out three worms and carefully poured them into the middle of the ceremony venue.
This is a monster called the "True Knowledge Insect".
In ancient times, ritualists believed that if someone suddenly became obsessed with learning or reading, it was usually parasitized by a true knowledge insect.
When they touch the flesh and blood of living creatures, they will immediately turn into transparent spirits and become one with them; and if they touch any metal, they will become very fragile...the kind that can be lifted up with metal chopsticks.
It can break in half with just a shake of your hand.
The higher the temperature, the more active and restless they become, turning into transparent spirits; when the surrounding temperature is low enough, they will turn into entities. This is also what the ancients understood, "Why do they turn into transparent spirits when the weather is hot?"
The reason why the brain is not working well.
Of course, today's ritual masters already know that the previous views on the true knowledge insect were incorrect.
In other words, the relationship is reversed.
It is not because of being "parasitized by the true knowledge insect" that one becomes obsessive in seeking knowledge, but because the desire for knowledge is refined and embodied by the ritual, the "true knowledge insect" is born. Once this "desire for knowledge" is extracted
, will disappear together with the "original intention of wanting to know". Unless something happens to encourage you again, otherwise you will no longer study skills and learn knowledge, and become half a useless person.
For various reasons, the ritual of "Activation Extraction: True Insects" has been widely spread, but so far, only the underground federation can produce large amounts of Insects.
Because here there are the largest number of smart people in the world who are willing to learn, read, and strive to become "smart people".
There are also the most "smart people" who are willing to "sell themselves" in exchange for money.
Whether it is passive plunder or active trafficking, the underground federation exports a large number of true insects every year.
It is true that the wise men are the founders of the underground federation.
But at the same time... not all wise men are willing to selflessly dedicate their wisdom to others.
A wise man does not kill.
That's not a "mysterious move."
But some wise men do not want many wise men to appear in their city.
They will arrange rituals to directly take away other people's wisdom, or give them a curse to make their minds gradually become worse, or take away the other person's "desire for knowledge", and some wise men will even give the other person an overly comfortable life.
, invite the other party to eat, drink and have fun - depending on their personalities, wise men have different methods.
However, even a wise man who does not make his own "Zi Zhi Zhi" will inevitably buy some Zhi Zhi Zhi from others.
Whether you use the psilocybin on yourself to make yourself study hard for a while; or you use the psilocybin in rituals to gain short-term prophetic spell abilities, they are all very practical "consumables".
Yes, consumables.
In the free underground federation, trafficking relationships are also quite free.
In the hands of these "wise men" who are proficient in various rituals, whether it is common things such as life span, health, wisdom, strength, part of the body... or even curiosity, someone's love for oneself, the ability to master a certain language
, a beautiful face, a moving singing voice, and even an illusory destiny can be freely transferred through various rituals.
It can be transferred...which means it can be sold.
Being able to reach a formal deal means that the behavior itself will also be protected and supervised by Sir Silver.
It is precisely because of this that in the underground federation, everything can be sold and anything can be bought.
Only "taxes" are absolutely inevitable.
This is not a tax paid to a "king" that does not exist.
It is to make Yinjue recognize it as a "transaction" through "taxation".