"Lingot." The red balloon floated in front of your eyes, "Don't hide it. It's not your time to play hide-and-seek, we have serious things to deal with."

Hitarian didn't move. "Huji said it would hurt very much."

"It's just a moment, it's like being stabbed by a needle. It proves that your nerves are fine. Next you won't feel anything until it's over. Pain is a necessary link and can prove that your body is still healthy." The weird expert told her, "I won't lie to you. In the future, you will learn from your mentor that the potion you drink is enough to make your whole body anesthetize. Okay, come out quickly and don't make me angry."

Hitarian didn't believe it, but just like the previous transfer ceremony, her opinions were useless. Now, Your Excellency Oz is still friendly and willing to communicate, but if he really gets angry, Hitarian doesn't suspect that he will be as angry as the "tattoo" Jizuk. I will be really unlucky then. After all, an apprentice is not qualified to bargain with the Law Wizard, so she obediently obeys.

Seeing Hitarian's figure, the weird expert turned around. "You are not allowed to touch anything. This stupid bird can only speak stupid words, otherwise it would not be here anymore. Tell me, have you heard this?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I heard it. I didn't touch anything, but Hu Ji talked to me..."

"You are too curious and your mind is spreading everywhere, so you will be caught by it." said the weird expert angrily, "This thing is a liar."

The raven flapped its wings to show dissatisfaction. But it dared not speak out and refute.

"But, sir, I will feel pain, and I have potions to drink."

"Lingot?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Don't talk back when I'm angry. Remember?"

Hitarian wanted to impart a magic to soothe him, so that he would not have to worry about the wrath of the law wizard... Fortunately, her rationality was still alive and had no real implementation, otherwise she would have to face it now, not just rebuke it. "I remember, yourselves." Hitarian replied in a low voice.

"I know you'll be scared." Oz Kranki pulled open the metal door, "The unknown is always full of fear. But the wizard is the pioneer of breaking superstition and unknown. Hitarian, defeating fear will be your job, and escaping is not possible."

Escape is not possible. The northerner Wittke said the same thing to Hitarian. On the eve of the canonization, he stroked the red hair on the back of her head and encouraged her. "Be brave, Hitarian Byrne and others are waiting for you to come back." She embarked on a journey and faced danger. It was hard to say that his encouragement did not work during this period. I cannot escape. I am the Nightingale of Byrne, a member of the association. I bear their love. I have Ruth.

Hitarian gritted his teeth and nodded.

But no matter how she made preparations in advance, she still felt unbearable when things came to an end. The weird expert asked the magic pattern to cling to a recliner, bringing wonderful changes to it. Layers of velvet covered knitted soft spots, which seemed to be simple patterns, and were one with the chair. Hitarian drank the anesthetic potion and lay on it with a nervous mood. To be honest, she was more nervous now than when she received the second transfer ceremony.

"Let's go, you've even been able to get through the job transfer, this is just a small matter." Your Excellency Crankie also mentioned the last test. He didn't seem to be worried at all. "This time it's a normal test, and it's safe."

The last time was not, Hitarian thought. She had accepted a transfer, but "tattoo" Jizuk asked her to do it for the second time. That was the danger. Even if she was not as good as an apprentice like her theoretical knowledge, she understood that mysterious creatures could not have two professions. The mysterious profession was destined to be the future path, and no one could go two paths at the same time. Mortals could hold multiple jobs because they did not use the fire as collateral.

Compared with Jizuk, the "geeky expert" Oz Kranki is actually much friendly. At least Hitarian doesn't have to worry about facing inhuman experiments again. Maybe I should be grateful to him. But some people will not put their real plans on the surface to make people retreat. Oz Kranki and Jizuk may have the same purpose... Her situation has not changed.

Hitarian opened his eyes wide, waiting for unknown pain to come. She was often stabbed by needles while knitting her sweater, but never hurt until she rolled off the chair. "What are you testing this time?" After all, Jizuk would not hide the content of the experiment.

"The impact of the intensity of the fire on the profession. These magic patterns come from the alchemy item "The Ring of the Night" of the Oath Guardian Alliance, and the effect is unquestionable."

"I have never heard of the 'Ring of Night'." Hitarian whispered.

"Oh, there is no way, the mysterious realm is too far from mortals. You are from Eastman, you should know the tower rings, right? The Ring of Night is the blueprint of all tower rings and the origin of rune life magic. The alchemy it records will not be wrong."

"It just hurts?"

"In fact, it can improve your body's tolerance in a short period of time," Cranky told her. "The instantaneous burst of magic will improve physical fitness, but to maintain this state for a long time, not only will the consumption of magic increase significantly, but it will also cause damage to bones and muscles. Therefore, exercise cannot be ignored. To be honest, Lingott, we don't have time to wait for you to practice hard for half a month, so that we can have the body of a normal transfer mysterious person."

“Can witchcraft shorten the process?”

"The purpose of witchcraft is to explore the truth, not to turn people into warriors. But alchemy can." The weird expert knocked on the back of the chair. "The previous versions of magic patterns brought about a nightmare experience, and it's much better now. We will only start the experiment when you recover. There is no need to worry about whether it is safety or effect."

Oz Kranki approached with his balloon and shook his arm. Hitarian saw a handkerchief being lumped in a balloon. "You have to bite it later, otherwise be careful of your tongue." She swallowed. "It will take twenty minutes to relieve the effect of the medicine. I will set the time. It will hurt again at the end to prevent your body from being destroyed by the electric current... Don't move around, wait until you get used to it before going to the ground. Do you understand?"

"I remember." This was the last sentence of Hitarian. She bit the towel.

The weird expert Oz Kranki stood by the handrail, and he lowered his head, his eyes full of exploration. Hitarian felt that he was not looking at her. This was just the beginning, she thought to herself, what is the real experiment like? How much does the fire have to do with profession? Or, what is the "confession"? School wizards want to study it, but the sacred texts have been lost, and they are only me. I am far more valuable than Huji who is locked in the warehouse. "Come." The law wizard reminds.

The electric current penetrated the limbs, and Chitarian clenched his fists, but she felt that her fingers were moving by themselves. The sharp pain scratched the skin, spreading from head to toe to every inch of the body. I should apply magic to myself to soothe my spirit. There was a blank space in front of her.

But the pain is fleeting.

When the pain disappeared, Chitarian's tears had not yet shedded. It was really only a moment, but she didn't want to experience it anymore. Lucia was on the top, and the pain at the end was waiting for her. The tears couldn't slide down her face. She realized that she was sweating constantly and the surface of the pad was already wet.

"The potion works," said His Excellency Cranky. He took off his hat and showed his curly hair. But the crimson balloon still attracted Chitarian's gaze. "Thank God, your body has no rejection reaction to the ingredients of the drug under the electric shock. When I searched for the information, I found a few accident records, most of which belonged to the previous incomplete versions, but there were always new accidents... You are losing your feelings, which is very good. Even if you retain a little pain, you may be in pain until you faint. Exercise is such a life-threatening thing, Ringot. You don't have to suffer this."

Hitarian couldn't answer him. She felt herself floating slowly, almost looking down at the lost body. A wonderful feeling was as if my soul had left the body. She tried to release her fists, her fingers were still obedient. Soon she noticed that her fingertips were bleeding. The pain just now made her break her nails.

"You can sleep for a while, good girl." The weirdo expert suggested in a gentle tone, "I will wake you up in time. Go to bed, child." His eyes refocused on her, not something that did not exist. "Believe me, Hitarian, you will not be hurt. To me, you are the Nonn of the Truth."

...

Fluorescent light floated on the river, as if the reflection of stars was floating on the water. The reeds on both sides were as quiet as paintings, creating layered shadows in the snow-white moonlight, as if to cover up the traces of the assassin.

Uriel's eyes swept across the ship's side, estimating the location where the enemy might infiltrate. The paperclip mercenary group's sailing ship is about the same size as the Knights' Bay ship, and its speed is not inferior, but the disadvantage is that it requires manual patrol.

"So quickly?" Sita said softly, "How did they come up with it?"

"The honey collar is the center of the Kingdom, the core area of ​​the Gaia Church. There are more nightingales there and more difficult to deal with than Danlao." Dalton replied, "I'm afraid they have been waiting by the river for a long time." The curse sword was held in his hand, and he was ready.

"Anyway, we have asked them to wait for an extra day, which is pretty good. I suggest taking another week off and teaching them to wait until they are out of patience."

Who doesn't want to wait for a leisurely job? Unfortunately, things often go against your wishes. The dark clouds cover the broken moon and bring a brief silence. In the darkness, everyone is on guard against possible assassinations... Fortunately, it did not appear. The enemy was very patient, and Uriel realized that a week was probably not enough.

He jumped off the railing and returned to the wet deck. "We don't have time to squander, York," said Ulier. "I wish I could cross the distance through the shuttle station, but unfortunately, Commander Balthazar never set up a ladder at his temporary station. It would be great if I could borrow the star gap."

"Dream" rings disdain to comment.

The Chloita's stair array can instantly send them to their destination, and it is no problem to cross Pinia Io. Originally, the White Envoy had the key to it, but Uriel didn't know who was on duty now. In short, borrowing the staircase of the tower is now a delusion, and the apprentice did not intend to implement it.

"Of course, if we can carry the stairs with us, why do we have to temporarily stay?" The poet laughed, but no one responded. He had to lower his voice unhappily, "We are so close to the church's base, obviously the other party doesn't need the stairs, right?"
Chapter completed!