"Through the fire, mortals can manipulate mystery." A flash of light passed through the gap and disappeared before Bernard's shadow. "But this is only the most superficial understanding, and the gods did not explain it, and our ancestors also spent a long time in ignorance. They instinctively used magic, and perhaps because of this, when they saw monkeys hitting nuts with stones, they praised their intelligence and regarded them as kinship."

"Fossils and geology can prove that we originate from the same basin..." Zorman protested in a low voice.

"That is, nothing can be proved. I have a more erudite object to discuss the origin of life. Zorman, it is good for us to shut up now." Sterling refuted mercilessly.

"Thank God, I know nothing about the origin of life." The woman said, "When will your nonsense be said?"

"I have to remind you? If you have this ability, you can come up to stop me when you meet." Not knowing what the wizard did, Rego heard a wail, sharp and harsh, as if it was exploding in his mind. He almost fell.

"No, Gursha!" The woman who broke into the house also began to scream, "Stop quickly, damn it. What is that?"

"It's just a chair. The key is the magic pattern. The current that guides the magic power will penetrate from bottom to top, creating a mysterious position. No, this is not a torture tool. It's too luxurious! It can greatly enhance the positive impact of magic power on body cells, and most people are not qualified to use it."

Rego actually heard of such mysterious items. Before the swordsmanship competition, Mercury Temple was looking for buyers around the competition venue. The wizards claimed that the mysterious position of magic patterns made could replace wooden stakes and training grounds, and from then on, the knights' training could be completed indoors without being affected by the weather. As a result, the trial organ locked the wizards in the dungeon the next day and recovered the mysterious items they sold one by one.

According to gossip, the reason for the ban on sales was that a certain nobleman suffered a stroke due to cramps when he was using it in bed. Rego couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard the principle of "exercise" of this thing.

"If he lay for a hundred years, he might be able to razor my lab to the ground," said Bernard. "The only chance is to escape immediately. After all, I have never seen the second mysterious creature that can stand up within two minutes after the magic pattern stops operating. This is a relatively difficult process, but pain is just an illusion, and the improvement is reality. Isn't there any barbarian worshipping totems and hallucinations?" His tone was not like a joke at all. "If you are willing to cooperate, I will consider providing opportunities for use."

"If you sincerely invite me, cut this thing into pieces," the woman shouted.

“It takes a price to feel the truth.”

"Can't you use money? The currency value of Aurenia is really worthy of its exchange rate. No. Did you hear what I said? No. We don't care about your truth."

Their conversation ended here. Rego had come to the door and heard the impact and screams, the scraping of steel, and the blades were chaoticly reflecting candlelight. Fortunately, the room was brighter than the corridor, otherwise his shadow would have leaked his tracks. He paid attention to a short, slender shadow, and when it blocked the gap, Rego opened the door.

An Alanwo elf was facing his back, gasping for intense activity, without any warning behind him. Rego stabbed her back with a sword, and the crimson blood instantly immersed the material. He then twisted the rapier, trying to maximize the damage. Rego thought that the pain caused by this would be much stronger than the mysterious wizard's items, but the woman still tried hard to move her body. She didn't even scream. More blood came out of her shoulders, and Rego's sword was slid out. But she could not do anything anymore.

"Beautiful job, Reg." Bernard Sterling spoke. He flew back and forth with metal, polished to silver and sharp edges as sharp as a knife. Previously, it was these strange things that resisted the attacks of the original people. "But why are you?"

Be careful. "I heard something happening below, sir." Rego lied, he did not mention the situation of the Saint of Cang. "Who is this?"

"Like those three nightingales." Sterling's face turned gloomy, "Stop asking, where has your sir?"

"He is interrogating the prisoners. We caught the poisoned people, who sent the poison into the manor through the well connected."

"It seems like I don't know. Who is the owner of the water fairy?"

"Styx Leovrek. He was a court musician in Marandino and was later exiled for offending the royal family."

"It turned out to be him." The musician's name was even heard of. "I thought he had been executed by the judicial authorities, but I heard that they disliked the death penalty the most. Well, how did this great criminal gather a group of origins to find us? Who instructed him behind his back?"

"He has a natural elf under his command." Rego had to say.

"Our Saint always loves to attract bees and butterflies, there is no need for this." The wizard sighed. "The law of Saint Valorand is the opposite of that of the empire. The forest race chooses to exile the offended party." He turned around contemptuously. "Put down the idiot, the stored current should not be wasted on the inferior people." Seeing that Rego did as he did, he suddenly asked, "Are you interested in trying?"

"What to try, sir?"

"The magic pattern 'Night'." The wizard pointed to the terrifying chair without any surprise. A guy who was lucky enough to experience it fell to the ground unconsciously. Rego finally knew why Du Yilin slept so heavily when he came to the basement last time. "Oh, don't be afraid. If you are not allergic to Wuye Dong, you can use it with ointment. Pain is not a powerful obstacle, but it greatly affects sales. Of course, we will improve it based on the problem."

Very honored, uh? "No, sir, I think it's a waste to use it on me." Rego didn't think of a reason to seek hardship, "The Silver Song Knight's physique does not require more exercise."

"It's a big mistake. You don't understand how much potential you have to dig. The Silver Song Knight is not a wax ornament made from the same mold. You have differences, skills or basic qualities, and mystery with many colleagues. Needless to say, even Joy can defeat you easily. I remember you were the champion of a certain swordsman? Sorry, but if you were asked to tell the truth, your swordsman is not even as good as that missionary."

Rego felt it was ridiculous. Although the Silver Song Knight may not be able to beat the chapel priest, the latter specializes in divine art and prayer, and it is impossible to compare with the Silver Song Knight in swordsmanship. It seems that there are also guys in the chapel who are as arrogant as the tower messenger. "In the future, you will have more time to know me, sir."

But Sterling ignored his rebuttal. "Since the end of the Prophecy of the Blue, the Order of the Order of the Aurenian Empire established the Order of the Silver Songs, which was established at the beginning according to the standards of the Tri-God. After all, the gods have passed away, and mortals have to learn to protect themselves. Each of you has been selected and stand out with unique talents. The only common feature of each other is self-righteousness. For example, the nearby Silver Songs Knights: Joey is proficient in magic, Bogart is an excellent scout, and Okus is better at attacking the toughest." The metal piece behind the wizard is still hovering. "When he died in front of my laboratory, the biggest flaw in you was exposed."

"Toxin?" Rego didn't know why he had to discuss this with Sterling.

"You think too one-sidedly." The wizard rebuked, "If you deal with Zoer, he will not be so easily caught. The toxins of the water fairy are living organisms, not inorganic objects. Have you forgotten? Mysterious creatures can rely on mystery to develop resistance to poisons."

"But only professional magic can be completely immune." Rego replied. It's really hell, as if I need to prove that I'm not completely ignorant.

"That's it. Career is the key."

Rego shrugged. "The convenience brought by his career is limited." Indeed, within two years after his transfer, his physical fitness has improved rapidly... but that is only a side effect. The improvement of magic is even greater, so why bother to go far? "The skills cannot be filled with mysterious knowledge."

"The Three Gods forgive you, young man. Have you never considered the source of those knowledge?"

"I mean, this is one of the conveniences of a mysterious profession."

"Why can careers give you convenience?"

Rego was stunned. He suddenly realized the meaning of the wizard's words. What they discussed was not so much about professions and skills, but rather as the source of mystery. How bizarre and weird, he was a little amused. The mysterious existence was like breathing, and how could mortals care about the source of breathing? This is a stupid thing.

He didn't speak for a long time, and the wizard didn't wait. Sterling continued: "The gods can explain everything, but the truth is not their vassal. The study of the sacred proved that the fire was closely related to the profession, and this conclusion seemed to be justified and was widely adopted. But in fact, unless the sexual dysfunction of a lowly slave triggered the end of human history, the results of this study were of no value at all." He belittled the wisdom of the sacred wizard to nothing.

Rego absent-mindedly tied up the prisoners. The mission of exploring the secrets of the wizard has long become as boring as eavesdropping on his communication with the Forest Saint. If only I had a can of hot soup on my hand, I hope she would sprinkle every drop of unpleasant soup on the lab.

"I am not qualified to comment on the achievements of the sacred temple, sir." He told the wizard, "I'm even difficult to understand. The mystery is too profound. I only understand the part that helps strengthen the physique." Could it be that "night" is Sterling's purpose? No, I'm afraid the source of the mysterious profession is.

The wizard turned his head. "If you want to understand deeply, you can make a request at any time. "Night" is a mysterious item created based on the alchemy heritage of dwarves. Its effect is not just to strengthen physical fitness... It strengthens your mysterious profession, or in other words, the degree of fit between you and your profession."
Chapter completed!