Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 130 Unexpected Promotion

Wilmot shrugged: "Yesterday, Mechanical Heart was holding a funeral for you, right at Raphael Cemetery. Don't you know? Oh, I don't know where you were at that time, but it must be very interesting to attend your own funeral." strangeness."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Wilmot had just seen his "tombstone" and he didn't know the secret of his resurrection.

"Who was the enemy in that extraordinary battle?" Wilmot asked curiously, "I was not in Tingen at the time. When I got the news and rushed back, there was only ruins left there. I didn't get anything of value. clues."

Seeing Chris staring at him, he curled his lips and said a little aggrievedly: "Why are the people in the Dotty family like this? You have to thank me. I also helped you prepare the 'Wizard' potion for free."

The Doty family?

Hearing these words, Chris thought of his fighting teacher, Jones Dole, who had been protecting him secretly. He died trying to save himself.

"What do you know about me? Are you here to protect me?" Chris asked.

"I know a lot about you, but protecting you? This joke is not funny at all," Wilmot rolled his eyes at him and continued, "I don't have the time and energy to protect you, haven't you already digested it?" Fighting scholar 'potion? Drink the potion, drink it and you'll be a 'wizard'."

"How do you know I digested the potion?! Do you know my pathway and sequence?!"

——After Chris asked, he felt that this was a completely unnecessary question. Wilmot even knew that he had died once, and of course he also knew his path and sequence.He even...

"Of course, of course, why do you always ask these questions whose answers are obvious at a glance? Your test scores at Hoy University must have been very unsatisfactory, right?"

Wilmot frowned slightly, picked up the potion, handed it to Chris, and explained:
"I was also at the charity dinner you attended last week. I went there because of those beautiful ladies. It had nothing to do with you. I only found out about you when the enchanting and charming Mrs. Sharon invited you to speak on stage...

Ahem, you left the meeting midway, and I followed you. At the bathroom door, I heard you excitedly repeating, 'I digested it, I digested the 'Fighting Scholar' potion'... You might have been too excited at the time. , didn't notice me.

Hey, don’t look at me like that. I don’t have any special quirks. I just happened to hear it. My hearing is much better than the average person. It’s really a coincidence...

Alas, I am not like Jones Dole. He is the 'bodyguard' assigned to you by the Doty family. He is very loyal, and I am just a... Alas, why are I telling you this... Drink the potion quickly. "

"Is this a 'wizard's' potion?"

Chris took the potion and got the "Wizard" potion without any effort. This was something he never dared to think about, but in this situation, he felt very uneasy.

"Nonsense, could it be that this is the potion of 'Professor Scroll'?" Wilmot glanced at him with disdain, "You know how to do divination, right? Wouldn't it be better to do some divination?"

Chris subconsciously reached into his pocket, but failed to touch the white crystal copper chain.

Seeing Chris's embarrassed look, Wilmot opened the drawer and took out a necklace from it, throwing it to Chris: "I knew you wanted to do divination, so I'll give you this citrine silver chain. Hurry up, don't do it." Delay my rest."

Chris hesitated for a second, took the citrine silver chain, and quickly performed a pendulum method using "This is the 'Wizard's' potion" as the divination statement.

After he became a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, the silver chain could not be used for divination, but this time, the citrine slowly rotated clockwise in mid-air.

Chris nodded secretly. His connection with the God of Steam and Machinery should have completely disappeared, and he was no longer a believer in steam.

But now he had a new doubt: Why did Wilmot give himself the "wizard" potion?
Wilmot seemed to understand the doubts in Chris's heart and said calmly: "Drink the potion first, and then I will tell you everything you want to know."

Since the divination result said there was no problem, Chris no longer hesitated. He believed that Wilmot did not interfere with the divination result. This was his intuition.

The slightly warm potion went down his throat. Chris closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and slowly accepted the changes the potion brought to his body.

His breathing gradually became faster, his pores opened, and the magic medicine flowed through his entire body along the blood, and then merged into his brain, stimulating his spirit.

If the temperature were lower at this time, you could even see the water vapor rising from Chris's body under the light.Suddenly, a whisper came to his ears, the whisper of a hidden sage. It was majestic, complex and almost infinite knowledge. This knowledge was like little snakes, trying to get into Chris's brain and keep biting.

Chris quickly gathered his spirituality and meditated to prevent it from overflowing, and then imagined the flowing book in his mind.

This method worked very well. Chris's scattered spirituality was instantly concentrated back, and the malicious whispers in his ears gradually disappeared. He knew it was knowledge, but he was not ready to listen.

After a long time, Chris let out a long breath, and the extraordinary ability he gained after being promoted to "wizard" clearly appeared in his mind.

The first is to strengthen the existing capabilities:
His spirituality has increased a lot, and his connection with the astral realm has become closer. It is not easy to lose his way when wandering in the astral realm, and he can also get intuitive prompts to avoid danger.

He has a deeper understanding of mysterious knowledge such as ritual magic and astrology. The pendulum method and dream divination are difficult to detect by low-sequence extraordinary people. At the same time, he has also gained a certain anti-divination ability.

The physique is stronger, the body is more agile, and it is easier to analyze the opponent's fighting skills and weaknesses in close combat.

Next, is his newly acquired extraordinary ability:
You can make potions very quickly and easily, you can easily identify many spiritual materials and ordinary materials, understand and master their own characteristics, and use them for your own use.

You can easily learn many spells and cast them through carriers. There are many types of carriers and various abilities, such as moving objects with your mind, controlling animals and plants mentally, making occult traps, generating magic shields, etc.

Chris closed his eyes and felt silently, as if he had returned to the Island of Stars, roaming in the boundless sea and star space...

"Cough cough."

Two coughs brought Chris back to reality instantly. Wilmot looked at him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Chris bowed slightly to him and said with a hint of gratitude: "Thank you for your magic potion, I have become a 'wizard'."

Wilmot nodded: "I'm relieved. From now on, you can take on the important task of leading the Moss Ascetic Order in Tingen City."

"Leading the Moss Trappist Order? What does my promotion have to do with them?"

Even Chris knew it had to do with the Moss Trappist Order, but the word "leader" still surprised him.

Wilmot curled his lips and looked at Chris with disdain: "Don't you know yet? My help is definitely not free, you have to give something..."

"What's the cost?" Chris asked.

"In my place, lead the remaining members of the Morse Trappist Order in Tingen City."

"what?!"

Chris just learned from Wilmot's words that he was from Lomborg like himself, and that he might be someone sent by the king to monitor him, but he didn't expect that Wilmot was actually a member of the Morse Trappist Order. Leader in Tingen.

"Why are you reacting so loudly..."

With a flick of Wilmot's finger, the candles in the room were extinguished, and the windows automatically became windless, allowing the evening breeze to blow in.

He walked out of the study, turned on the gas meter, and then pulled the switch. The gas lamp in the corridor immediately cast a warm yellow light, preventing the study from being completely dark.The act of extinguishing the candle and turning on the gas light is, in the eyes of ordinary people, tantamount to tearing up the banknotes and throwing them into the river.

"Next, I'll tell you everything."

(End of this chapter)