"Huh? Didn't your teacher come back last night? Why haven't you seen him yet?"
The old man in linen robes punched the branches, kicked away the empty wine bottles left by the drunkards, and asked Milda.
Milda was quietly enjoying breakfast at the inn. Next to her, Maian looked like a clumsy big guy who couldn't even use a spoon. He ate a bowl of milk and wheat paste in a mess.
"Teacher has something to do, so let's not worry about him." Mida said quietly.
The old man in linen robe shook his head and asked: "There is a blessing ceremony outside the chapel this evening. Are you going?"
"If I have time, maybe I will go and have a look." Mida replied.
"Do you have anything to do?" The old man in Ma Pao pulled away a chair and found a black cat sitting on it. He glared at him angrily. The old man in Ma Pao had to sit down somewhere else with a smile.
on the chair.
"Just going to the city for a walk." Today, Mida is no longer the little girl she was back then. She has mastered fifth-level psychic powers and does not need Xuan Weizi to take care of her everywhere.
"Then I will go shopping with you." The old man in Ma Pao looked like a naughty boy who still had fun.
Mida heard the words and thought carefully for a moment. She remembered that Xuan Weizi secretly reminded that the old man in linen had an extraordinary background and must be an important figure in the Holy Lord Church. But since the other party did not reveal his true identity, he regarded himself as a person.
If he is an ordinary church member, then don’t worry about his extraordinary abilities and treat him as you should.
It's just that Xuanweizi didn't tell Mida how to deal with it in detail. Mida thought for a moment and replied: "Okay, but maybe it will be boring on the road."
Although she studied under Xuan Weizi and was also considered a psychic who was good at manipulating minds and cunning and unpredictable, Mida was much more honest. At least she didn't hide anything about "boring".
Ever since she left the hotel in the morning, Milda had been wandering around the city, seemingly without any purpose. She stopped and stopped along the way. Due to her introverted and quiet character, she didn't even say a word of gossip.
"I said, what are you shopping for?" The old man in linen robe seemed to be exhausted from walking. When Mida stopped, he sat down to breathe and beat his legs and feet.
"I just walked around, looked at the scenery and joined in the fun."
Mida's expression was calm and her tone was calm. She held a cirrus jade pendant in her hand, which was originally Biyun Ruyi. When Xuanweizi gave Biyun Ruyi to Mida, it was not only for her self-defense, but also for
This cultivates the soul.
When Maiang is still in Biyun Ruyi, anyone who tries to master this magic weapon will have his consciousness affected by Maiang's spiritual thoughts, and endless murmurs will sound in his mind. Those who cannot resist will be aroused.
The confusion on the surface level of consciousness even leaves indelible traces deep in the subconscious mind.
But those murmurs were actually not Mao's voice, but the power of his own spiritual consciousness that was affected by Biyun Ruyi. Forgotten memories and scattered thoughts emerged one after another like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.
If you cannot discern the infinite connections between various subtle thoughts and thoughts and memories, and effectively control and block them, you will not be able to effectively control Biyun. If it is taken away by an ignorant mage, it is estimated that Biyun will be destroyed.
Yun Ruyi regarded it as a magical object with curse effect.
On the contrary, if you can gain insight into the details of the connection and transformation between thoughts and thoughts, and continue to go deep into inner meditation, it will be the process of slowly revealing the soul and gradually clarifying the energy. It can be said that Biyun Ruyi is not only exclusive to psychic powers.
Magical objects are also powerful tools for cultivating the soul.
With the "Nine Transformations of the Golden Pill" taught by Xuan Weizi, Mida is now only a little bit away from the fate of the devil. She is wandering around New Camelot City. In fact, she wants to experience and observe in various environments in order to
Feel how your mind reacts.
This is why Mida has already mastered fifth-level psychic powers when she was only about eighteen years old. She is training her mind almost all the time. Her concentration is several times higher than that of other psychic warriors in the Golden Flower Society.
Heavy realm.
"Someone is coming this way." Maian was carrying a large backpack and turned his head to look at the nearby alley like a demon.
There was a sound of ping-ping-pong-pong and debris flying around, and two young street gangsters rushed out in a panic. Before they could see clearly what was happening outside the alley, they bumped into Ma'ang's tall body, but they seemed to be bumped into a piece of paper.
The soft bed greatly slowed down the impact and did not cause any bruises or swelling.
That is the "inert barrier" on Ma'ang. This spiritual energy can not only provide damage reduction and resist various slashing, puncture and bludgeoning damage, but can also absorb the impact of falling. Of course, if something else hits
Same thing here.
The two gangsters staggered, and then they heard a voice coming from behind them: "Damn it! You two brats are dead! How dare you steal on my head?"
More than a dozen gangsters filed out of the alley, each with a fierce look on his face. When he grinned, his teeth were full of yellow and black rotten teeth. It was obvious that he had been chewing nuts frequently. They were holding short sticks covered with iron nails and polishing them sharply.
The awl and the butcher's knife used to cut meat and bones are all common in street fights.
However, when this group of gangsters saw Ma'ang, who was several heads taller than them, they were stunned for a moment and did not dare to step forward.
Among the two young gangsters, there was a young man with brown skin who was very alert. He immediately reacted, pulled his companions and squeezed next to Ma'ang, pretending to be a threat: "This is our boss! Come if you have the ability!"
Maian glanced at the young man, said nothing, and turned back with a dull expression. The gangsters looked at Maian up and down, and they were really hesitant when they saw that his body was stronger and taller than the orcs in the underground boxing match.
"Wait a minute! This guy is also carrying a big backpack! Where is the boss like this?" One of the gangsters, who was missing two front teeth, shouted with experience: "It must be these two brats who messed up.
Build relationships! There’s going to be blood here, why don’t the irrelevant people get out of the way?!"
The faces of the two gangsters froze, and the brown-skinned boy was about to run away with his companions. At this time, Ma'ang turned to Mida and said, "What should we do now?"
Although Maian has gained self-awareness, it does not mean that he has very strong opinions and intentions. Perhaps this is also some of the characteristics of being a myconid. So whenever something happens, he either listens to Xuan Weizi or Mi
Da's.
At this time, everyone realized that there was someone behind Ma'ang. Mida's eyes swept over the two gangsters. She was about to speak, and the old man in linen robe seemed to be energetic and said angrily: "Oh! What's going on? In broad daylight,
Are you bullying an honest person? What are you doing with a bunch of big men chasing two children with murder weapons? Are you trying to kidnap and sell them to the plantation as slaves? I have seen many of these bad things! I will never let you succeed today!"
Mida's eyes moved slightly, and the brown-skinned boy immediately understood. He firmly grasped the life-saving straw, and immediately knelt down in front of Mida with his companions, crying and crying:
"Kind lady, please save us two brothers! These guys are thugs from the Thunder Society. They make loan sharks, sell human organs, and even use human flesh as beef. If they catch them, they will definitely skin them.
Cut off the flesh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
At this time, Rosalin emerged from Mida's collar and telepathically said to Mida: "That old guy is trying to trick you. He's just a bunch of low-class gangsters. Just get rid of him casually."
"I know." Mida looked at the gangsters, and gently rubbed the cirrus jade pendant with her fingers. Silver light flashed in her eyes, and invisible spiritual energy swept past, causing the gang to faint and fall to the ground.
"Wow! This, this...is this a spell?" The old man in linen robe rushed over carrying a branch. It seemed that he really planned to fight the gangsters.
Rosalian really wanted to roll her eyes, but Mida said to the two gangsters: "The person chasing you is already unconscious. You should run away now."
The brown-skinned young man was excited. Milda's ability was far beyond imagination. He rolled his eyes and didn't get up at all. He quickly said: "Kind lady, please take us in! We can serve you some food."
Pour water in the basin, sweep the floor and look after the house, please! We will definitely be obedient!"
The old man in linen robe disgustedly kicked the unconscious ruffian on the ground, then came over and said with a smile: "Young man, you guys have hands and feet, where can't you work and make money? Why do you want others to take you in?"
"Work? Make money?" The brown-skinned boy showed an ugly smile: "This master, now in New Camelot City, if you want to have a serious job, you must apply for a citizen certificate and obtain permission from the guild.
, otherwise even if an experienced craftsman takes over the job privately, his fingers will be cut off by the guild thugs... If you don’t believe it, look at the guy with leaky teeth, and he also has a necklace made of fingers hanging around his neck!"
The old man in linen robe used a branch to open the collar of a local gangster, and there was indeed a necklace strung together with more than a dozen severed fingers. These flat-cut fingers were all wrapped in a layer of wax skin, with a rotten yellow-gray color, which made it look very strange.
It makes people sick when they see it.
"Is it difficult to get a citizen certificate?" Mida asked.
The young man replied with a reluctant expression: "I need money! Either donate money to the charity fund of the Governor's Palace, or if you have the ability to buy real estate directly in the city, you will be issued a citizen certificate immediately. In addition, skilled workers recognized by the guild will also be issued.
We can obtain a citizen certificate...but we grew up alone and didn't know any craftsmanship at all, and now we have to spend money to bribe the guild before we even become apprentices!"
Mida said without changing her expression: "But New Camelot City has a large population, so these can't be the only methods, right?"
The brown-skinned boy cried slightly: "Citizen ID is a thing that only appeared a few years ago... Kind lady, if you keep walking along this alley, you will reach a slum not far away.
, there were tens of thousands of people crowded inside, and they all did not have citizen ID cards.
Respectable people like you probably don’t understand how poor people live. There are too many craftsmen who have lost their jobs because they did not pay bribes, old and frail coolies, and tavern girls who are too old to accept customers, all crowded in slums.
."
Mida's eyebrows moved slightly and she whispered: "I understand."
The young man didn't seem to hear clearly, and still said to himself: "I heard from people from their Thunder Club before that the governor was dissatisfied with this slum, saying that there were too many low-end people gathered in it, so he wanted to move us
Drive them all out. I'm just worried that I won't even have a place to sleep in the slums in the future, so I can only take risks and steal things from the Thunder Club... The Thunder Club is not a good thing either. If you ask around, you will know that they do all kinds of evil!"
The brown-skinned young man was afraid that he would not be able to convince Mida, so he added one more sentence at the end.
"Hahaha, young man, your eloquence doesn't sound like someone from the slums, and you look like you are crying. It's not much worse to say that you are a bard!" the old man in linen robe suddenly said.
Milda thought about it. During her childhood, she lived with her mother and Taylor in a slum. Of course she had experienced hard times. At that time, she was almost mentally retarded in the eyes of others. Even her brother Taylor was not very smart.
, and the young man in front of her was talking endlessly. Even if she was not deceived, Mida was almost convinced.
However, Mida discovered that the words of the old man in linen robe seemed to be hinting to her that she might not be able to fully believe what the brown-skinned young man in front of her said.
Although Mida is a psychic, she does not have the habit of detecting other people's thoughts all the time. Now she glanced at the other gangster who lowered his head and said nothing, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this your sister?"
The tan-skinned young man couldn't help but show a look of surprise. He instinctively raised his hands to protect his companions, unable to say a word.
When Mida saw this scene, she remembered Xuan Weizi's teachings, noticed the fluctuations in her mind, and after a while said: "Get up... take me to the slums to see."
The young man's eyes inadvertently glanced at the gangsters who fell to the ground, and his chin trembled: "Kind lady, do you really want to go?"
Mida nodded lightly, and the old man in sackcloth asked: "Are you really going to that slum? I don't think it's very safe inside. Although you know some magic, you can just break in, and you won't worry your teacher?"
Mida said softly: "I'm just going to take a look. If the old man is worried, you don't have to come with me. If we go to the chapel now, we still have time to attend the blessing ceremony."
The old man in linen robe dropped his shoulders and seemed a little disappointed: "I originally heard people say that New Camelot City is a city of endless wealth, but today it seems that all the money has been made by the rich. Let's do another hundred blessing ceremonies.
It doesn’t work either. Go ahead and I’ll go take a look with you.”
Mida just nodded slightly, and Rosalind whispered: "Do you remember what Olanso did back then?"
"I can't compare to the teacher. Maybe I don't have the ability to change any status quo." Mida replied.
Rosalian had seen Xuan Weizi's methods before. Looking back now, Xuan Weizi's main idea in Huowu City was probably to fight with Fusman. But she also knew that Xuan Weizi had treated Mida in the past.
It can be said that he was very attentive in imparting teachings, and did not teach Meda those vicious tricks openly.
"Go ahead, just do it according to your own ideas. There is no need to compare with Olanso, you are who you are." Rosaleen said.