I'm my collection.

-- Muhadi's Apocryphal Hadith

The Psychic Warlock was trapped in the lowest dreams, in which he traveled through one dark and unspeakable world after another, like a blind man walking through an eerie and secluded cavern. The dream is full of all kinds of disembodied monsters, weird, weird, and crazy. The passage of time in a dream is different from reality, a second can look like a century, and a century can be imperceptible for a short time.

In the deepest caverns, there are terrifying things, which are so strange that they cannot be seen by the eyes. In the cursed land, the thoughts of death will take on new life and strange **, and those **headless, but evil thoughts dwell in them.

The psychic mancer was overwhelmed by the surging sensation of vertigo and vomiting in his dreams, and he struggled to escape from the cave, but the cold, moist feeling around him, as if he was being sucked by a toothless gum, did not disappear.

Outside the cavern, the countless eyes of the stars turned into the monsters of madness, and the indescribably powerful beings watched the psychic warlock, as if they could see through it. Countless blind and alien dancers frantically danced among the stars, unspeakable ghost claws clutching the magic flute, playing the eternal evil sound. You're not human, the stars whispered, and the voice was so horrible that just trying to remember it was enough to tear every nerve in your brain. But you're not us yet, whisper into a roar, join the rulers of the old days.

In the dream, the Psychic saw a kind and amiable man. He opened his mouth and tried to say something to the psychic mancer, but the latter did not understand the strange language. After a moment, the Psychiocer's kind face made him even more uneasy. Because his eyes never rolled, and his smile never deformed. The skin was like wax, and it was clearly a mask of demonic cunning.

In another scene in the dream, the Psychic is now trapped in a luxurious room opposite a high-backed chair that is empty and unseated.

There was no door in the room, but the psychic seemed to hear the sound of the door being opened. The sound was sour, like the sound of someone scraping a ceramic with a fingernail, and it was never a normal sound. Then, though the chair across from him was still empty. But the psychic warlock clearly felt that there was a person sitting on the other side.

Why don't you release the power of the primordial warlock, in the dream, the psychic warlock heard his voice coming from the other side, and tortured himself. Why refuse, why resist, why escape, why hide, why why...... With that power, you could have been invincible.

He will be invincible, the psychic replied to his own voice, and I will only die.

You can take his power and use it for yourself.

The mind is power, and power is the mind, and the psychic replied that using his power was tantamount to accepting his mind. I'm going to be devoured.

You can keep to yourself.

It is impossible for man to do this, replied the telemancer, and the nature of man determines this.

Then don't be human.

Muhadi woke up screaming.

He lay in his bedroom in the Corwin mansion, his bed covered in cold sweat and the blanket wet against his body. The precious ceramic furnishings in the room were all shattered, and even the walls and floors were cracked. As he awoke, several cups that had been suspended in the air fell to the ground and shattered.

The lights and shadows in the room were strange, and the shadows seemed to be alive. Perhaps the Psychic Warlock's potential is too strong, and his nightmares may also affect reality unconsciously.

Muhadi hugged his knees and closed his eyes, recalling what he had seen in his dreams.

I was right, he thought, that it is impossible for a person to use the power of others and not change himself. This is especially true for those who have mastered psychic abilities.

The human brain is such a simple and crude creature that it is even inefficient and clumsy compared to man's own creation. Muhathir knows that the human brain is very crudely divided. The von Neumann computer has memory and a calculator, and when it needs to process information, it will extract the information from the memory and process it. As for human beings, the human brain is not so delicate, and the storage and operation of information are born in the same area. When people recall their memories of the past, they are also revising their memories.

Psychic warlocks who use other people's psionic powers will inevitably be corrupted.

The Primordial Warlock did not want to be reborn too soon by the Witch Kings, so he hibernated for the time being, but there was no doubt that his ultimate goal was to completely recover. How long can I keep myself, the Psychic asked himself. To what extent will I become another Rajat instead of Muhadi?

The sound of the suffocation was heard, and someone entered Muhadi's room.

The psychic warlock didn't need to look, and just by using psionic sense, he knew that it was Raina. The latter cautiously entered the bedroom, scanned the room in disarray, and commented: "You are getting more and more terrible when you sleep, I thought there was an earthquake." ”

"It's just a nightmare. Muhati said lightly as he showed his psionic powers and cleaned up all the rubbish in the room. The debris on the ground automatically gathered into a pile, and the cracks in the walls and floors gradually closed.

"Just a nightmare?" Raina stood in front of the bed, looking at him with worry in her eyes. "It's that simple?"

"Simple, maybe. The Psychic Warlock opened his eyes, and the overflowing spirit made his pupils glow with blue light, which looked very eerie. "But those nightmares aren't 'just'. ”

Having said that, the Psychic Warlock didn't want to discuss his dreams with others, so he changed the subject. "What time is it?"

"At night. You slept all day. ”

"I felt like I had slept all year. Muhadi said, sitting up from the bed, revealing his naked body. The girl turned her head away and stopped looking at him. "I need some food. ”

His injuries hadn't healed yet, but he finally didn't affect his movements so much, and the hunger that was hard to resist came up at this time.

"I will command the servant to bring it up. The girl picked up the bell that had fallen to the ground, shook it, and called to the servants of the house. The servant quickly brought a cold lizard of bacon and sprinkled with spices. There is also mare's milk in a clay cup and a plate of blood sausage.

Muhadi simply ate something, got dressed, double-examined his scimitar and silver blade, and sat back down on the bed. "Raina?" he said.

"Huh?" the girl said.

"I can feel that you have something to say. Muhathir said. "The theory of my generation of psychic sorcerers is that if you don't say it, you will get sick. ”

"Can't you sense what I'm trying to say?" the girl asked with interest, listening to him.

"Yes, but that would hurt you. The Psychic Mancer admitted. "There are forces that cannot be abused because they are so powerful. ”

"Good to know you still care about something. Raina smiled faintly. "Although from the way you look, you would never guess that. ”

"I care a lot about a lot of things, so much that most people imagine, I just don't like to express them. Muhathir said. "Go ahead and say what you want to say. ”

"When I was in the city of Nebunnai. The girl hesitated, but finally decided to speak. "You're a bit weird, but you're not very outstanding compared to other mage apprentices. ”

"But seeing you heal today, I realized how much you have changed. Now that she had made up her mind, she was talking faster and faster. "That wound can kill mortals, and you're so quick to do nothing. No spell can do that. ”

"When you're unconscious, just being close to you feels creepy, not to mention how much you've changed in your usual life. ”

"How big?" Muhati knew that he didn't know the mage in the first place, and of course it wouldn't be the same, but he still wanted to hear what he was like in the eyes of others.

"You give people the feeling that they are getting more and more distant. Raina said, with sympathy in her eyes. "More and more inhuman. ”

"Sometimes I look at things the way you look at them as if you've forgotten what they were for. Maybe you see farther than everyone else, and more than everyone else. ”

"Like I said, psionic energy can change the essence of a person. Muhadi was silent for a moment, then simply said, "Life in the desert can have the same effect." Compared to the time when Nibenai was in the city, you yourself have not changed much less than I have. ”

"Hopefully it's for the better. Raina whispered that Muhadi didn't know if she was referring to her or herself.

In order to avoid arousing suspicion, the Psychic Warlock did not rush to meet the Face Dancer, but decided to meet with Corwin first.

Prince Corwin heard the news of the Psychmancer's awakening, and soon arranged a meeting in his reception room, and invited Muscle Daddy to him. The latter has rough skin and thick flesh, and heals faster than al-Muhadi. In the previous battle, the mercenaries did not suffer many casualties and were rewarded a lot, so everyone was happy.

In this meeting, Muhathir did not hold the other party accountable for allowing the enemy to break into the banquet, nor did he press the other party to ask what he had hidden in the treasure house. The telemancer simply changed the subject after simply getting a guarantee from the other party that he would never let Benedict's men take advantage of it again.

Corwin's servant timidly entered the reception room and stepped forward with a letter on a padded tray. The prince took the letter, wrapped in good paper, and handed it to Muhadi.

"Letter to me?" Muhadi wondered, how could someone write to him.

"It's for me. Corwin said, "Let's take a look." ”

The psychic tore open the envelope and pulled out the scented paper. "Your Royal Highness the Prince," the letterhead read, "my wildest predictions have come true. The Tyrian army had captured the ruins of the city of Ulric, subduing more than a dozen tribes in its vicinity. ”

"As far as I can see, the Tyre army is far more powerful than any other force in the desert. Not only are almost all of Atas's Guardian Mages in the service of Tyr, but their weapons and organization are also top-notch. ”

"Since the death of the witch king Hamanu, the city of Ulric has been plundered and now finally falls into the hands of the Tyres. With her, the Tyre army had control over a fairly large trade route. ”

"My Jianyì is the same as last time, if you don't want all your wealth to be buried in the sand. ”

"What's wrong?" asked Muhathir as he watched Muhati finish reading the letter. "You look excited. ”

Muhadi did not answer immediately, but said while thinking about the fighting on the front line. "Here, see for yourself. ”

Muscle Daddy hesitantly took the letter and glanced at it with wide eyes. "It's a little embarrassing to say, but Muscle Daddy won't let Paper speak...... What does the vine mean by that?"

"Meaning, you've got a job to do. Brave Muer warriors. "Corwin told Muscle Daddy. "Well-paid work. ”

"I have friends in all the big business families," Cowin explains. "With them, I'm always well informed. Now that the Tyrs were on the rise, it was a good opportunity to convince the city's die-hard nobles. ”

"Of course," said the prince again. "I need to first write a letter to the council of Tyre to show the goodwill of the city of Ram that it is willing to non-aggression and trade with Tyre. I hope that you will prove my sincerity in your letter in your capacity as an officer of Tyre. ”

"That's fine," Muhati nodded. "But the council doesn't necessarily do what I say. ”

Prince Corwin smiled. "It's okay, you just have to write it. I'm sure Coral Witch and King Tessian are more flexible than the outside world thinks. ”

The prince changed his words. "My men must guard against a possible attack by Benedict, so we have to take care of our Muorish warriors to escort this letter to Tyre. ”

The Moorish man lifted his chin, "You're going to have to pay a lot of gold to make a muscular daddy a postman." ”

"This is natural. Corwin was not stingy with wealth and nodded in promise. "If you have a lot of gold, you can use it to forge a piece of golden armor. ”

There are many kids under Muscle Daddy, and they spend a lot of money, and they don't take risks or panic when they stay in Ram for a while. After listening to the prince's suggestion, he naturally readily agreed, and then left with a big grin, and touched the buttocks of a passing manservant before leaving.

"What's next for you? The prince took a sip of the jujube brew and asked Muhadi again. "Continue to heal, or go to the psionic academy to expand your knowledge, if you want a woman, I can also give you a lot." ”

"Then you don't have to. The Psychic Warlock refused. "In fact, I want to continue investigating the case entrusted to me by the Witch King. ”

Hearing this, Corwin frowned and said sincerely. "With all due respect, Muhadi of Tyre. You're too deeply involved in this, but it's thankless. ”

Muhadi shrugged. "Can I not do my best in the task assigned by the Witch King? If Ram is really friendly with Tyr, Abellachiri will become an important ally of the revolutionary government, and it will not be easy for her to punish me. ”

Corwin said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders. "I hope you don't get yourself in too much trouble. ”

"You seem to know something. Muhadi noted, "Is there any part that can sue me?"

The prince fell silent, and with a thoughtful look on his fingers. "I don't know what happened 700 years ago. If you want to figure it out, remember, don't trust what is written on paper. ”

"Don't believe what is written on paper? ”

"That stuff is misleading. The prince warned. "Words can be altered by magic, and the history written in a book is not necessarily history. ”

The Psychic Warlock nodded, "I'll remember that, and now, I'm going to find a way to understand the past without relying on written records." ”

The wind at night was bitterly cold, the moon was bright, and the city of Ram at night seemed cold and desolate, full of dangers.

Day and night, the Ram water plant pumps oil-mixed groundwater from the ground and purifies it to supply the needs of the entire city. The associated flammable gases are ignited and burned, giving out an unpleasant smell that makes people feel sick.

The streets of Ram, known for its assassinations and chaos, have ushered in a new night. Psychic Warlocks walk the streets here, feeling the pulse of the city.

Previously, with Prince Corwin, Muhadi was referring to magic. After exiting Corwin's mansion, he made a beeline for the Templar base in Ram City. If nothing else, the assistant Baibars, whom Princess Deirdley had delegated, should have been there.

Sure enough, Baibars was in his room there, and he didn't seem surprised to see the psychic mancer visiting.

Unlike other Templars, Baibars' rooms were modest. Aside from two chairs and a table, the only ones were the weapons hanging on the walls. Muhadi speculated that he was a Templar born as a commoner or even a slave, not a hereditary aristocratic warrior.

Not from an aristocratic background, but also with a high position, this kind of person is generally very capable. However, Baibars seems to have looked down on Muhadi, who always regarded the Tyre Revolution as a mob.

It is said that the day when it was learned that the Tyr Revolution had exploded and the Witch King Karak had died. Baibars kept shouting, roaring, shouting, slamming the table with his fist, so hard that he overturned a jug full of water. The Templar had a friend who was a slave and worked hard to make his way into high society, only to be hacked to death by the revolutionaries while living in Tyre.

Baibars saw violent revolution as the enemy of the destruction of order, and he said that revolutionaries were butchers, robbers, and outspoken liars, accusing them of wanting the people. The Templars believed that no matter what kind of government, the essence was that the minority controlled the majority. In order to realize the ambitions of a small number of people, ordinary people will always be just funeral objects.

He advocated moderate, incremental improvement. In the eyes of Baibars, the violent revolution of the Tyre style was nothing more than a perverse act, a torment that caused the majority of the common people to suffer.

If he had a choice, Baibars would not have been willing to give al-Muhadi Tillai as an assistant in the investigation of the case. Unfortunately, this was Princess Deardeley's order, and he couldn't refuse.

"I heard you were rescued. The Templar sat down in his chair and looked at Muhadi, his gaze falling on the latter's body. "It looks like it's undamaged. ”

"Are you disappointed?" Muhadi ignored the unfriendliness in the other man's tone, pulled out the empty chair, and sat down. "I'm going to continue investigating the mission assigned by the Witch King. ”

"Whatever you want. The Templar said, the subtext of that tone was that you had to be able to find out before there was a ghost.

"Do you know of a spell called Dead Talk?" Muhadi asked bluntly, ignoring the other party's incooperation.

"Yes, it won't. The Templar's answer was unusual.

"You probably won't, but there must be people in Ram City who will. The Psychic Warlock said. "At the very least, someone will have a scroll of this spell. ”

"Yes, yes. The Templars reluctantly admitted. "But this magic is useless, you think no one has ever thought of using it to dig out the truth? ”

"It's up to me to judge whether it's useful or not, not you. Muhadi ordered. "Get me some of those scrolls, and I'm going to interrogate the ancients from seven hundred years ago. ”

"There were hundreds of thousands of ancients seven hundred years ago, which one are you going to interrogate?" the Templar questioned forcefully. "This magic is very expensive, it has to extract a lot of life force at once, and it is impossible for you to squander it at will. ”

Muhati crossed his hands, "It's enough to interrogate three or five people, it won't consume too much." Hurry up now, or I'll sue the witch king." ”

The Templar looked like he was about to explode, but he finally chose to obey. Soon, he brought a few scrolls, presumably from Dirdelli, and Muhathir had thought of who he was going to ask.

"Warning you. Baibars stated in advance. "The dead summoned by this spell will tell the truth, but they can only answer 'yes' and 'no' simply, and they can't answer too many questions. ”

"Fair enough. The Psychic nodded. "I didn't expect a few ghosts to solve the mystery, and some clues would be nice. ”

Muhadi pulled out a scroll, one of the archives kept by the Templars of Lamu City, which contained the names of the court officials of Laam City for thousands of years. The Psychic Warlock pointed to one of the names above and said, "Summon him first." ”

This man was one of the stewards of the palace seven hundred years ago. Baibars unfolds a scroll of conversation between the dead and silently recites the incantation on the scroll. One by one, the strange runes on the lizardskin burned up, and as the vitality of the plants within a radius of several hundred meters was drained, the power of magic gathered.

A translucent shadow appears out of thin air, blurring at first, and then gradually becoming clearer. Its silhouette is faintly recognizable, it is an old black man.

The shadow tried to struggle, but it was bound by magic and was held in place. After a while, the phantom steadied down, and the Templar said, "Ask your question, Tyre. ”

Psychic Warlock against the ghost. "You are Zaire bin Kasmajan, the court governor of the witch king Abellachili?"

A ripple appeared on the ghost's surface, and finally he spat out the word "No." ”

The Psychic Warlock wondered how the other could say no until the Templar reminded him. "Seven hundred years ago, Abellachili was called Younis of Wavli. It doesn't know who you are talking about by this name. ”

Muhadi asked again. "You are Zaire bin Casmajan, court governor of Younis of Grand Vigil-Wavli?"

This time, the ghost summoned by the magic gave a positive answer, "Yes".

Muhadi was satisfied. "Then do you know of a telemancer named the Puppeteer? ”

"Nope. The ghost's answer surprised the Psychomancer again.

The Templar snorted, not knowing whether it was mockery or surprise.

He didn't know the existence of the Great Psychic Warlock Puppeteer, Muhati thought, this was strange. However, the name puppeteer is a nickname at first sound, and perhaps seven hundred years ago, the Great Psychic Warlock was also using other names.

So he asked a different question. "In your day, the Witch King Abellachili once fought a psyker, do you know about this?"

The ghost spat out a "yes" word.

That's easy to do. Muhathir thought. "The psionic who is the enemy of the Witch King is the puppeteer. Now sue me, you haven't seen a puppeteer. ”

After a pause for a breath, the ghost continued to reply in the affirmative.

"Is it true that the puppeteer and the Witch King Waffrey's Yonis, used to be very friendly?" the Psychic Warlock asked the question he wanted to know most.

The ghost paused again, and finally answered honestly. "Yes. ”

So the Witch King and the Great Psychic Warlock were indeed close at one time, so why did they turn against each other in the end?" ”

"Nope. ”

"Do you know anyone who knows the answer? ”

"Nope. ”

No matter how much Muhathir asked, he could not get any more useful information from the ghost.

Later, the Psychic asked the Templar to summon several more spirits. Without exception, none of them could solve the puzzle of why the puppeteer and the witch king had turned against each other.

When questioning the last ghost, Muhathir asked a question. "Does the puppeteer have a weakness?" He didn't expect the other party to answer him, but in the face of such a powerful being, Muhati himself thought about what to do if he faced the other party head-on, and often thought about it, so he blurted out at this time.

It was unexpected. The ghost said. "Yes. ”

Muhathir was amazed that this was the soul of a palace maid, and that he was unlikely to have access to high-level secrets, nor could he understand psionic powers or magic.

When the Templar Baibars heard this, he suddenly became excited. Ever since the Puppeteer suddenly appeared at auction, he had become a constant problem for the Templars. If this person is not removed, Princess Deirdley will not be at ease.

What kind of weakness do puppeteers have? Muhadi asked. "The puppeteer's weakness is psionic?"

"Nope. The ghost replied.

"Is that weakness magical?" Baibars interjected, and he was also intrigued. The Templar wondered if the puppeteer was afraid of a particular magic?

"Nope. ”

"Is the puppeteer's weakness character?" "No. "Is the puppeteer's weakness family and friends?" "No. "The puppeteer's weakness is something to protect?" "No. ”

Mohamad asked several possible guesses, all of which turned out to be no. A maid who doesn't understand advanced abilities or spells, so it's even less likely to be a specific ability, what could it be?

In the end, it was the psychic warlock who guessed the answer in a whim. He asked, "The puppeteer is sick, isn't he?"

After two heartbeats, the ghost replied. "Yes. ”

After this breakthrough, Muhathir interrogated the ghost for a long time, but could not get further information.

But that's enough information for a psychic man. Because he knew that it was not difficult for the Great Psychic Warlock to change his body, so the puppeteer's illness could not be physiological, but only psychological.

However, to guess what is wrong with the puppeteer's psychology, this challenge is daunting enough. All psykers are more or less abnormal, and it's hard to say which point of the Great Psychic Warlock is even more abnormal. What's more, without first-hand observations, it is difficult to detect the other party's heart just by relying on the description of a third party.

But it was better than having no clue, and the Psychic decided to follow the trail.

When he finally decided to give up interrogating the ghosts, the Psychic Sorcererer's mind moved and he asked the summoned Ancient Ghost this question: "Are you going to answer 'No' next?" ”

It's fun because the ghosts summoned by the Templar Baibars have to tell the truth and can only answer "yes" and "no". If it answers "yes", it is not in accordance with the facts and tells a lie. If it answers "no", then it is also inconsistent with the facts and is tantamount to lying.

Ever since he arrived in Attas, Muhadi has heard and been exposed to legends of the omnipotence of magic. Psychic abilities are powerful, but they are dwarfed by magic. The power of mages to control the world is difficult to shake, and psionics can only be regarded as second-rate characters. In this way, Muhadi, a psychic maniver, could not help but challenge the myth that "magic is omnipotent".

He was inspired by the story he heard yesterday from the Fire Elemental Priest, and the puppet man in that story was clearly exactly like Pinocchio on Earth, and his nose would grow longer whenever he lied. So what would Pinocchio give birth to if he said, "What I am saying now is a lie"?

The puppet in the story broke free from the spell with these words. Inspired by this, Muhadi tested the power of magic with another self-destructive proposition.

Hearing Muhadi's question, the ghost summoned by the magic trembled like a sieve. Baibars, who was in charge of maintaining the magic, snorted as if struck by lightning, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. Then, with an inhuman wail, the translucent ghost vanished from the sky.

The psychic warlock raised his eyebrows slightly, it turned out that the story of the fire elemental priest coaxing children was true, and the omnipotence of magic also had a limit. Knowing this, Muhathir felt a sense of relief for no reason. Even if I didn't know magic, he thought, I wouldn't be afraid of any mage with my psychic abilities alone.

Baibars was inexplicably consumed by magic and was slightly injured. The psychic warlock took the opportunity to ask him not to follow him, and to investigate the clues himself. Muhati thought that with such a gloomy Templar following him, he could have found clues, but he might not have been able to find anything. The latter already hated the Tyrs, and was injured by the psychic warlock for no reason, so he was naturally happy.

After retiring from the Templars, Muhadi decided to take a stroll around Ram Street and buy some new robes. His original robe had been lost in the desert yesterday, and the rest were a little torn by this time. And the clothes that Corwin gave him were not very in line with the aesthetics of a psychic warlock.

Muhadi walked along the glass avenue of Ram, and his precious clothes and silver blades were like magnets that attracted people of all religions. Before the Psychic Warlock had taken twenty steps, the first group of brave locals gathered around and prepared to try their luck.

There were three of them, and the one who spoke was supposed to be their leader. It was a seven-foot-tall Moor, shirtless, with muscles as strong as a gorilla. He had faint red tattoos on his chest muscles, as if a coal fire was burning on his chest that was about to be extinguished. The eight-pack abs are written with a cobra with a high letter. His hands were stretched out to his sides, as strong as eagle talons.

The Moors had a scar on their face, like a memento from a battle, and one eye was fake with cheap glass beads in its socket. "Is this tourist looking for something?"

"I'm here to see the slums. The guy on the right hand of the Moorish said viciously, young and emaciated, his face pale, and his head under the turban was disheveled to cover half of his cheeks. Judging from his posture, this man had been a thief, and he should be the most athletic of the three.

The third member of the welcome team did not speak, she was a young woman, and the smell of cheap spices came from her. Her robes were barely enough to cover her body.

The Psychic Warlock looked at the three of them and said. "I'm just passing by, be smart, let me pass. Otherwise, you will kiss death today. ”

There was a look of disbelief on their faces, and there was a brief silence between the four of them. Then the Namur reached out and grabbed the Psychic Warlock, who slapped his hand away, took a step back, and made a false slashing gesture. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Muhadi's movements are beyond the limits of human beings, and only psionic or magical blessings can reach this level.

"I said so, be smart and let me pass. ”

The Moorish man was already about to make way for Muhati, and his contorted face showed a compromised expression. This person has no shortage of combat experience, and knows that there is no way to survive blindly against psionics and mages. Once there is no chance of victory, the instinct to survive will make him give way.

It's a pity that his two followers are too young and frizzy, and they don't know how thick the sky is. Before the Moors could give way, the young, emaciated, former thief had pulled out a sharp bone dagger, and the woman rushed up to try to grab the psychic mancer's arm.

The heart exploded.

The three immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Don't push me. Muhathir said calmly.

The long young man was still groaning in pain on the ground, and behind him, the Moors and the woman also fell to the ground. The Moorish man looked up at Muhadi with resentment in his eyes.

"We remember you!" shouted the Moor.

Muhadi wanted to take a step, but stopped again. "Then I'll help you make a little more impression. ”

The psionic energy cuts into the opponent's brain, increasing the pain little by little.

Pain, this feeling, Muhadi himself has not experienced for a long, long time, and has almost forgotten how much it can affect people. The consciousness of the Moorish man was overwhelmed by boundless pain, and his spirit was disintegrated before he could collapse.

Seeing the Moors dying at his own hands, Muhati thought, for a great psychic who can change his body at will, and whose mind is far from mortal, if he is sick, what is it? Why can't he cure himself? Is his mental illness caused by psionic backlash?

Psionic energy is a sword, and Muhadi remembered Lyra's teachings that it can hurt others as well as yourself, the difference is only whether you hold the blade or the hilt.

Aside from being eaten up by his own abilities, the only disease that Muhadi knew of was a psychic warlock's disease. He had heard about it a long time ago when he had first met with Councillor Achilles of Tyre. However, the Psychic Collapse Disease was only circulated as a strange talk among psychic magicians, and no one had actually suffered from it. What symptoms it has, whether it is strict or not, naturally no one knows.

Before he knew it, the Psychic had walked to the more upscale business district of Ram City. A girl who was almost ** suddenly appeared in front of him and muttered to him recommending a weapons shop called Final Warning.

It was a psychic illusion, and as a psychic man, Muhathir could see at a glance the essence of the girl who had suddenly appeared. It was clear that the weapons shop had a telemancer in charge. Unknown psionics put illusions directly into the minds of potential customers, using guò to advertise.

The hallucinations became more and more exaggerated, and the girl conjured up a lot of swords of various colors and promoted them hard. From the point of view of the illusion, the psychic mancer tried to implant implicit messages in an unobtrusive way so that customers would pay for them.

Muhadi concentrated his mind and dispelled these illusions with a light gesture. He looked back and forth, there were not many people on this street, and it seemed that passers-by were afraid of this kind of sales method of forcibly implanting images in their minds, and they did not dare to come if there was no need.

Advertisements for beautiful women on the earth are extremely abundant, and psychic warlocks used to complain about it. He believes that this behavior of the mass media has inadvertently raised the aesthetic standards of the whole society, making people's requirements for the people around them also become harsh. But now, thanks to the baptism of these mass media, phantom advertising is ineffective for him.

The Psychic Warlock felt that while the ad didn't affect him, he could use his psychic abilities to sell his products, and that the store might have some good stuff to check out.

The plan was decided, and Muhathir walked into the final warning weapons shop. It is equipped with a variety of sophisticated metal weapons, as well as other equipment that adventurers may use.

The proprietor here is a middle-aged man who seems to be of a bit of dwarven blood, and when he sees a guest coming, he doesn't greet him himself. The shopkeeper personally greets customers, but it will seem to be of low grade.

Muhadi's interest was soon attracted by the armor on display here, and he saw the intricately forged four-mirror armor with runes carved into it. This armor was inlaid with animal skins on chain mail to provide protection for the heart and chest. The four animal skins are on both sides of the armpits, chest, and back, and are mirror-symmetrical, so they are called four-mirror armor.

In addition to the four-mirror armor, the store also sells krug armor and Seshan-style chain armor, which is made of insect shells. Monolithic shell armor is also available here, and this armor is made from the shell of a whole digging worm, although it is not as strong as the metal plate armor, but it is much lighter.

The Psychic Warlock quickly skipped over the warrior's objects and paced in front of the equipment that was more suitable for him, which was intended for mages or psykers. Unlike warrior armor, Manifesters and Spellcasters prefer light and easy-to-move outfits, so there are a variety of robes and cloaks.

Some robes are woven with silver thread mixed into the fabric, which removes sweat and reduces body odor. It is perfect for those who often travel in the desert.

There are also robes that focus on decoration, and there is a black robe with intricate weaving decorated with many tiny crystals. Muhathir thought it was a design for women.

Enchanted products and psionic items are much rarer, and the former is even rarer than the latter, because the cost of magic is so high that few mages are willing to extract a large amount of life force just to make an enchanted item.

All the products in the store are not marked with a price tag. Muhadi summoned a servant and asked, "How much do you pay for this robe?"

He pointed to a tawny robe, sewn from the finest linen with gold thread, with magical runes embroidered from the neckline to the cuffs. According to the description written on the side, this robe can automatically deflect the blow of arrows, and can also enhance the wearer's physique, immunity to the effect of death. In addition to this, it will electrocute enemies that attack the wearer.

"Master, this is the work of the legendary enchantment master, the wise craftsman Ali Mujiang. The servant lowered his eyebrows and introduced in obedience. "It took him three years to make this ordinary work of art. ”

The servant continued to boast. At first he made his robes out of ordinary linen, but the power of magic eroded the ordinary fabric, and the robes fell apart. The fibers of the fabric came to life, screaming away from each other, causing the first batch of products to fall apart. ”

Then he made a new batch of robes out of silver thread and linen. At first, it seemed normal, but because the weavers could not mix silver and flax evenly, the effect of the enchantment did not last, so the batch of products was destroyed. ”

Finally, the master understood a new method, he used mana to drive inanimate machines instead of weavers, used spiders caught in the bottomless abyss to make the toughest and most durable silk threads, and spent ninety-nine days to make this robe, and used ninety-nine days of work to seal thunder and lightning and the power of life into it. In order to complete this final enchantment, the lives of ninety-nine slaves were drained and reduced to dry bones. ”

"It is said that the great poet Sehr once wore this robe and went deep into the desert, and was still full of energy without eating or drinking for nine days and nine nights...... "The servant bragged about it again, and finally said. “...... How much gold do you think such a work of art is worth, sir?"

This is obviously a psychological price for customers, and Muhati thinks that some aristocrats are self-conscious and do not want others to look down on them, so they often quote a fairly high price. In this way, it is right in the hands of the other party.

The Psychic Warlock has the ability to read minds, but he can't even read the other party's mind, how much this thing costs. Obviously, the other party doesn't know what its low price is. He is only responsible for trying to get out the customer's psychological price as much as possible, and the final deal should be instructed by the psychiocrat behind this store.

Muhadi didn't want to waste his time, so he quoted a high price, five thousand rams of gold, enough to buy two hundred slaves. For this price, the other party was obviously very satisfied, and praised Mohamad for his eyesight.

A few thousand gold coins were too heavy to carry around, so the bulk transactions in Ram City were done with letters of credit. This kind of letter of credit is a kind of certificate issued by the princes of Lalam, with which the holder does not need to pay cash to buy things in some large business families or stores, but can directly make an IOU, and the seller will go to the princes to cash in real money.

This is actually similar to a credit currency, and later even the buyer will not exchange the real gold, and often go back and forth on the books to complete the transaction. Attas metal is lacking, and it is not incomprehensible to do so. But the level of economics of the Atas is obviously not as high as that of the earth, and Benedict was run on and bankrupt because of too much paper gold.

After Benedict went bankrupt, the business was basically taken over by Corwin, and the owner of the shop was even more attentive when he saw that Muhathir had given Prince Corwin's credit certificate, and he was busy selling more products here.

The Psychic Warlock was about to order his servants to pack up his robes and send them to the Corwin Mansion, when suddenly another incident occurred.

"Wait a minute!" a hurried voice came from the side, Muhadi turned his head, and saw a man with a flying eagle turban walking briskly towards him, and as he walked, he said: "I want that robe!

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