Ian froze, turning to look at Zandar.

"Would you like to hear my advice?" asked Zandar in a low voice.

Ian nodded silently.

"First, he begs for death, second, we can't do anything about his situation, third, if I were to use the Seal of Reason on him, he will wake up with a snap, and we will take unnecessary risks - I must warn you that I myself do not know what state it will be like when it wakes up, and fourth, you are a mercenary and should abide by the contract, unilaterally abolishing the contract will be detrimental to the advancement of your mercenary......"

"Enough. Ian stiffly waved his hand to stop him from continuing, "So you suggested that I kill him with a sword." ”

"No," said Zandar calmly, "I advise you not to stop me. I'll do it. ”

"There's no reason for you to do that—" Ian reminded, "are you crazy? ”

"He's a disaster, and he's aware of it. Zandar corrected calmly.

"Damn, he just lacks confidence!" Ian couldn't help but raise his voice, "Can't you see it, he gags himself just because he doesn't have the confidence to control it." ”

"Yes, but confidence comes from strength. There was no strength in his heart. ”

"Then what we should do is teach him to master power, not just kill him. ”

After a long silence, Zandar looked into Ian's eyes, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't think it's the best thing to do to kill him. ”

"It's your own decision. ”

Ian calmed down, calmed himself, and then turned and walked over to Mister and the old man behind his ears.

"Listen, man," Ian said to Mister, "you can hear me, can you?"

Mister didn't react, his eyes were vacant.

"Hey!" Ian yelled at him, finally getting his attention.

Mister looked at Ian and nodded. I don't know if it's because of his weak body or because he wants to die, he looks light, as if he will fall down at any moment.

"Good. Ian said, "Listen, I can't kill you. ”

Mister bowed his head in pain.

"But I want you to come with us and get out of here. I'll teach you to control your power on the way. Ian saw Mister look up at himself again, "Yes, what you said has become true, it's a power, but it can be controlled, and you'll be free to speak." ”

There was finally a glimmer of light in Mister Morgan's eyes, and it was evident that Ian's words had sparked his hope. However, the brilliance in his eyes only lasted for a moment, and the flame was extinguished.

Mister shook his head, turned around and tried to walk back to his cave and continue hiding.

Zack's spirit suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path and startling the deaf old man on the side.

Mister's eyes widened as he stared at the spirit in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It was Ian's spirit, and ordinary people would only feel the presence of an entity when touched, but Mister ...... When his wizened fingers touched Zach, Ian

Aware of the immense psychic power in him.

That spiritual power is not just a color, but a vast and colorful starry sky, unfathomable.

He said that he could teach Mister how to control power, of course, it was nonsense, Ian's own psychic knowledge was very limited, how could he teach others. But he knew that only by living first could there be hope and other possibilities. He just wanted Mister to have the will to continue living.

However, at this point, he realized why Mister was able to use his psychic power in the form of "words and spirits", and that his own approach might be too self-righteous.

Mister knew Ian through psychics, but he was more surprised by his abilities and Ian's psychic form than he was at peeking into Ian's past. He suddenly realized that this day might be a new day for him.

"Isn't it exciting?" Ian asked Mister mockingly.

Mister timidly withdrew his hand, not knowing what to say for a moment, and finally bowed his head silently. He saw the pain of the young mercenary in front of him, but he didn't know whether to express sympathy, anger, or pretend he didn't know anything......

Mister spent half a day washing himself and packing up his belongings. But in Ian and Zandar's eyes, it was just a pile of rags: a few small pieces of worn-out pottery, a knife that he wanted to kill himself but didn't have the courage to pick up, a few lockpicking tools, and some moldy rusks. He threw himself into the river with all his clothes.

Ian took advantage of this time to make him a sealing mask out of some leather, replacing the rag he always strangled. Half a day later, a young man dressed in a coarse cloth shirt with long maroon hair joined Ian and Zandar's team.

Ian noticed that Mister's eyelashes were long, and after washing all the dust off his face, he found that he was probably handsome in such a small village. It seems that he has been too stubborn since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many people he has offended, so no family is willing to marry his daughter to him.

Mister Morgan put on the leather mask made by Ian and closed his mouth to look more at ease.

"We're going to Skylark City," Ian told him, "...... there"

Miest nodded, and Ian remembered that he might have learned about Ian's past by touching Zack's spirit. It may already be clear where he will go next. It's just that Ian doesn't know what Mister can learn through a single contact, after all, the whole thing is quite complicated to talk about with his mouth.

Zandar's bipedal rapids are more load-carrying than Ian's White Star, so he lets Mister ride with him.

"Actually, you might as well try to talk to us," Zandar encouraged him...... "Listening to the old man's description, not all words will be revealed. ”

Mister didn't speak.

"I just don't know which sentence will come true and which won't, so it's even more frightening. Ian rode the white star to their left, guessing.

Mister nodded silently, but still

Not even a single "um" in agreement was issued.

Along the way, Ian and Zandar were flanked by a silent listener. He does not participate in the dialogue, does not express opinions, but follows them silently, removing his face only when it is necessary to eat and drink.

Along the way, Zandar pondered the current situation and questions about himself.

He looked at the frail Mister and remembered Ian's argument with him about how to deal with the client. A voice asks itself in the heart: Is the extreme of "rationality" "madness"?

The lizardman prince, who pursues as much rationality as possible, is rebuked by Ian for madness after demanding that Mister be killed...... He suddenly found it difficult to understand how these two contradictory concepts overlapped.

After meeting a few glances from Mister, Ian knew he had to do something. His psychic powers had brief contact with Mister, but that didn't mean they could understand each other. Since leaving Mister's village, Ian hasn't spoken of the methods he promised to control power these days.

He hadn't forgotten it, but he hadn't thought of a good solution.

"Mister, you know, I'm going to use my psychic power to shape things, like blacksmith artifacts," Ian said, "Have you ever tried to describe these things directly? I mean, use the power of words to express what you want. ”

Mister sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, looking at him wordlessly, as if he had no desire to try.

"You should try," Ian encouraged, "and maybe you'll find the key in the process, starting with something you love." ”

Zandar saw Mister think for a moment, then slowly removed the leather covering from his mouth, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Roast, roast partridge......"

It was the first time they had heard Mister speak.

The lizardman prince's spirit was on high alert, after all, if something happened, it was his secret art that would work best.

"Roast chicken, roast ...... Luhua Chicken ......," Mister continued in a timid and faint voice.

However, nothing happened. The wilderness was quiet, and occasionally the cries of night owls could be heard in the woods, which were poignant. There are neither terrifying psychic monsters appearing, nor delicious partridges and reed chickens.

"Ah," Ian cleared his throat to break the embarrassment, and made a suggestion, "why not try the goats? I've heard that roast goat shanks from the north are delicious too." ”

"No," Mister glanced at him, "I don't like goats. They smell reminiscent of sheepsheads......"

The grass behind Ian moved, and a tall figure emerged from the darkness.

"Damn it......" Zandar shouted, "be careful!"

Before he could speak, he found that Ian had risen and turned his back to them, sword in hand, and Zac's spirit standing side by side with him. Mister's eyes were full of horror, and he covered his mouth with one hand, while the other frantically fumbled around for the leather cover for the seal.

A monster with a goat's head and a humanoid body, and a giant axe in its hand

Slash at Ian......

The battle didn't cause them much trouble, but Mister was visibly terrified. No matter how much Ian and Zandar tried to persuade him, he refused to take off his face and speak again.

"Good spirits, bad spirits?" Ian whispered to Zandar.

"The disgusting and terrifying beasts of Warcraft hold an equal footing in my heart with delicious food. The lizardman prince said he couldn't understand.

After this happened, Mister firmly shut his mouth and never spoke again. Ian had originally tried the power of different languages to help Mister distinguish the degree of harm of speech.

Now, though, he pins his only hope on Zandar.

"Hey," he whispered to Zandar, "the Seal of Reason is a secret art, the meaning of the occult arts...... You can't teach it to a foreigner, can you?"

Zandar looked at him in surprise, "Of course, what are you thinking?" In an instant, he guessed Ian's thoughts, "No, no, absolutely not." This is something that only the Bloodwrath tribe is qualified to master, and must not be taught to outsiders. ”

Ian smiled disapprehantly. Since Zandar's Seal of Reason can only be used on one target at a time, wouldn't it be possible to have one more user if it were taught to him or Mister himself?

Ian was once again at a loss.

(End of chapter)