nownovels Chapter 273 Technical Guidance
Chapter 273 Technical Guidance
Chapter 273 Technical Guidance
"This mind-corroding negative effect is a bit troublesome. Unless there is a constant audience to help, the person wearing it will definitely not have a good ending, just like the giant shark Jörg."
"The power of this magical item and its corrupting influence on the mind made him overlook the fact that he was only a Sequence 7 and lost the caution he should have."
"What started as a verbal exchange suddenly turned into a test of strength. Perhaps he failed the mental test from the boxing gloves and was pushed to the dark side of his heart, leading him to make an irrational choice."
"Although the effects of strengthening the body are very good, the negative effects are serious."
"Overall, it's not a very practical magical item. We should restore it to its extraordinary properties and then have someone re-forge it into a magical item, or simply sell it to someone else."
After muttering for a while, he found a metal box, put the extraordinary characteristics of the "navigator" inside, and then threw it along with the boxing gloves into the painting that he usually used to store odds and ends and materials.
He then retrieved the portrait of Randolph Carter that he had prepared earlier, made the paper float in the air, and then snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Randolph on the drawing paper gradually came to life, and then stepped out of the painting.
Compared to other beings summoned from paintings or books through imagination, it is more real, more closely connected to oneself, and requires less spirituality to maintain its existence.
More importantly, it is no longer just an empty shell with superficial appearance, a simple interpretation of appearance, personality and ability.
It also possessed the same spiritual radiance as an extraordinary being, although it was still somewhat weak, it was already at the level where it could use extraordinary abilities.
Sir Ryan curiously observed Randolph Carter, who seemed to have stepped out of the painting. It was a strange feeling; he felt as if Randolph was an independent individual, or as if his own body and consciousness were extending outward to form a second self.
He could freely control Randolph, whom he imagined using the painting, and could also issue commands to make him act according to his simple instincts.
"It's still very rigid. Although it has gained sentience, that's all. It just makes it easier for me to manipulate than other imaginary things."
"Once Randolph Carter's reputation has spread throughout the five seas, and this identity gains more authenticity, perhaps there will be further changes."
He paused, looked at Randolph, and tentatively gave the order:
"Go and paint. Draw all your experiences at sea. That's a way of recording them."
Randolph nodded expressionlessly after receiving the instruction, and that was the end of it.
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After a long silence and staring at each other, Sirion raised his hand and patted his forehead, bringing Randolph, an empty shell who couldn't draw and had no memory, back to the drawing paper.
He pursed his lips and muttered something resentful:
"I thought I could finally free up both hands... but it turns out I still have to operate it myself."
"Manipulating imagined drawing records—what's the difference between this and my actual drawing?"
He temporarily abandoned his plan to draw and record the day's events, walked to the armchair, lay down, and whispered in ancient Hermes:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Not belonging to this era..."
After repeating it twice, a thick, grayish-white mist suddenly filled his vision.
As a deep red light rose from the gray fog, his thoughts became slightly hazy. When he came to his senses, he found himself inside an ancient palace above the gray fog.
At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein looked over and spoke first:
"Have you already recorded the hypnotic abilities of the audience?"
Cyril nodded: "Yes, now you can forget about that part of the 'Red Priest' card."
Klein nodded, then asked hesitantly:
"Would you like to consult Miss 'Justice' on how to accurately and effectively use hypnosis to make someone forget some of their memories?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "Are you doubting my abilities?"
"Can you hypnotize people?" Klein countered.
After a brief pause, he continued:
"I mean having the relevant theory and certain skills, not simply using extraordinary abilities to force someone into a hypnotic state."
"...No." Sirion shook his head.
Klein continued, "So, could we get more specialized personnel to provide technical guidance?"
"If you make a mistake and I forget something I shouldn't have, or if I don't completely forget what I should have forgotten, it wouldn't be good if it left a hidden problem."
"You still doubt my abilities."
Klein explained quietly, "This is just necessary caution. You can only record other people's abilities, not their techniques and experience."
Cyril shrugged, not bothering to argue about the topic. After all, he really had no experience, and he wanted Klein to be his guinea pig.
"Go and inform Sister Justice. Do you need me to recuse myself?"
"Need not."
Shaking his head slightly, Klein's spirituality reached the illusory star that represented "justice".
Meanwhile, in the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall in Queensback, Backlund.
As Audrey sat at her dressing table, mentally calculating her financial details, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before her eyes.
She saw a blurry shadow beneath Mr. Fool, and a figure in a black suit and top hat praying to Mr. Fool:
"Dear Fool, I hope to receive help from Sister Justice."
"I have learned some dangerous knowledge that I need to forget for the time being. I have found a way to hypnotize myself, but I lack the relevant knowledge, so I would like to get some technical guidance."
"I'm willing to exchange some of my knowledge of occultism for this help."
The voice of "the world" faded, and the "Fool," perched high above the gray mist, spoke slowly:
"They're all ready. If you agree, we can begin now."
"Them?" Audrey asked curiously, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she turned and looked around her bedroom.
Susie was just taken by the maid to have her fur cleaned and won't be back for a while. No servants will bother me at this time.
After some thought, she looked at the tall figure perched high above the gray mist in her field of vision and nodded slightly:
"I have no problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep red light rose from the gray mist.
After a moment of disorientation, when she came to her senses, she found herself in the palace hall where the party had taken place the previous afternoon.
However, the palace hall was very empty today. Apart from her, there were only two other people: Mr. "Fate" sitting to her side and Mr. "World" sitting at the very bottom.
She glanced curiously at the high-backed chair at the head of the table, which belonged to the "Fool".
Why isn't Mr. Fool here?
Hmm... that seems normal, after all, it's not Tarot time right now, and this is only part of Mr. Fool's kingdom. Perhaps Mr. Fool is in another part of his kingdom.
Or perhaps, Mr. Fool is secretly doing something.
As her thoughts wandered, she heard the somber, restrained, and hoarse voice of "the world":
Sister Justice, we need your help. We don't know much about the spiritual realm, so we need some technical guidance.
Audrey, regaining her senses, quickly waved her hand:
"No, it's no trouble at all, and besides, I probably can't be of much help to you."
"My current sequence does not yet involve hypnosis-related abilities, and my knowledge in this area is limited. I only learned some hypnosis-related knowledge from my psychology teacher's lectures and from a seminar related to the Psychological Alchemy Society that I attended."
Cyril chuckled and replied, "If you have the theoretical knowledge, I'll handle the hypnosis."
"Actually, I can do it all by myself, but he doesn't believe in my skills."
...For me to believe in your skills, you first need to have the skills!
Klein couldn't help but mutter a curse in his mind. To maintain the persona of "The World," he didn't make a sound, only giving a disdainful and distrustful look.
Audrey maintained a polite smile, but her mind was already analyzing the situation based on her instincts as an "audience":
Mr. World and Mr. Destiny don't know each other in real life, but they should have a good relationship, the kind where they can joke around with each other.
Moreover, in Mr. World's subconscious perception, Mr. Destiny is somewhat unreliable.
Knock knock~
Cyril raised his hand and tapped the table as a reminder:
"Let's begin."
Backlund, East District.
Finally, after finishing all the manuscripts and sending them out in the last minute, Fors rubbed his forehead and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Finally, I can get some rest."
Hugh glanced at her, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and then asked:
"The manuscript is finished, and the materials are all prepared. When do you plan to become a magic master?"
"Tomorrow... never mind, let's do it today. I have an appointment with my teacher tomorrow."
"I'll get promoted tonight, then adjust my mindset, and tomorrow I can ask Professor Lawrence some questions in person."
After saying that, Fors sighed and sat up from the sofa again.
Hugh looked at the exhausted Fors in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked:
Do you really know your teacher?
Fors smiled and said, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, the teacher is a very good person."
"Besides considering my personality and character, he took me as a student mainly because I inherited the extraordinary qualities left by Mrs. Anlisa."
"After the passing of his loved ones, Mr. Lawrence probably regarded me, who was related to Mrs. Anlisa, as half a junior and half a relative."
She paused, then added:
"Another reason is that my full moon babbling comes from the extraordinary characteristics that belong to the Abraham family when I became an 'apprentice'."
"I want to know the real reason behind Man's delirium; perhaps then I can find a solution to the problem."
...Although the probability is very small, it is far less reliable and secure than slowly climbing the ranks under the protection of Mr. Fool.
Hugh nodded slightly, not continuing the topic, and instead asked:
"When do you plan to get promoted? Do you need me to be there to keep an eye on you?"
"Now!"
After saying that, Fors stood up from the sofa, took a wine glass, and walked to her bedroom.
After the Tarot reading yesterday, she held a ceremony to obtain the final ingredient needed to concoct "Trickster's Stomach": the stomach of a Soul Eater.
However, because she needed to meet deadlines, she kept delaying her promotion.
As for the reason for rushing to finish her manuscript, collecting the recipes and materials for the "Trickster" potion had cost her all her savings and even left her with a debt. She could only make ends meet by rushing to finish her manuscript and earning the next payment as soon as possible.
Otherwise, let alone paying off her debts, she would even have problems with her daily life.
Back in the bedroom, Fors took the materials she had prepared beforehand and put them into a wine glass one by one.
With a slight shaking motion, the various materials in the glass mixed into a bright, colorful, mushroom-like liquid.