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Younis al-Muhadi of Wafuri silently recited the name in his mind. This is the name of the Ram Witch King Abela Chili, why did she change her name later, and what happened to her since the end of the Purge War?

"Do you think I'll agree to your terms? Muhathir questioned. "Do you think I'd rather face the Witch King than you?"

"You should be afraid of me, for I have your handle in my hand. ”

"Fear is a weakness of human nature, and this emotion has been removed from my soul forever by my Master. ”

"Then use your reason and logic to think," the Assassin told the Psychic Warlock. "Working with me is your only chance. Whatever the purpose of the city of Nebenai sent you to Tyre, or whatever your own personal ambitions. You will realize that the friendship from the face dancer is very precious. ”

"And the hostility from us will be unacceptable. She said. "I'll come back to you in five days, and by then I hope you already have the information I want. ”

"What if I said I wouldn't be threatened by a woman. ”

The assassin laughed silently, "I never noticed you had such thoughts. It's not my job, but I'm willing to correct your misconceptions free of charge. ”

"Women are the only people in the world, and men are nothing more than muscle-hardening and perceptually weakened versions of women, to be consumed in stupid wars. Her tone was like a knife, with a dangerous sting. "You should try to use a woman's body for a while, Psychic Warlock, and then you know how serious our threat can be. ”

After the Assassin finished speaking, her body began to change color, gradually blending into the background, and could no longer be distinguished. In just three breaths, Hedicher vanished completely, as if she had never been there.

The Psychic Sorcerer lay on the ground and did not stand up until there was no movement around him.

He found Raina, who had been knocked unconscious, in the side room and put the girl on the bed. With the help of psionic stimulation, it didn't take long for her to wake up.

The first thing Raina said when she woke up was, "Moyadi be careful!" She didn't seem to remember the time when she was knocked unconscious at all, only that someone suddenly attacked her from behind and then woke up.

"The Assassins have been repelled by me. Muhadi comforted her, "You are safe now." ”

The girl looked frightened and trembled slightly. "As soon as I entered your room, I suddenly passed out. It's a fugitive hunter, isn't it?"

"Not a fugitive hunter. Muhathir said. "Nor are they bounty hunters. ”

"Are you sure?" she said, shocked, reaching out and touching the back of her head. "It's a lot like Nibennai's methods, he's still sending people after me, isn't it?" There were no bruises or marks on the back of her head, and even the average person could guess that she was stunned by psionic energy.

"Not Nebenai's, I'm sure. The Psychic nodded. "They can't know that you're coming to Ram, and even if they do, the people of Nibenai won't dare to do whatever they want in Ram, and this attack has nothing to do with you. ”

Raina nodded, believing Muhadi's words. "So, against you?"

The Psychic Warlock was noncommittal and did not continue the topic. He searched around the room as he turned his back to Raina. "Thank you for the gift. ”

"How do you know?" the girl looked a little surprised, but seemed to be a little happy. "I'm really going to give you a gift. But I can't find it now. She said with a little regret.

"This razor, isn't it? The psychic pointed to the razor that had fallen to the side. "I know. ”

"I must have accidentally fallen to the ground......" she muttered to herself. "How do you know my gift is this?"

"Because I'm a psychic man. ”

"So what is the Psychic Sorcerer doing now?"

"I'm looking for traces left by the attackers. Muhati walked around the room, "Do you think that I have suddenly arrived in a strange place and have no precautions?"

"Did you find anything?" asked Raina.

"That man is cunning. Muhadi replied on his knees, observing and observing. "She didn't leave any footprints or anything like that, no fingerprints, no shedding head or dandruff. What he said was a little strange, but the girl didn't pay much attention.

"But what I laid out in this house did a trick," said Muhadi, revealing the traces he was looking for. "Thankfully, the uninvited guy can't breathe yet. ”

Since being invited to live in Prince Corwin's palace, Muhathir has borrowed a lot of small things from the prince and designed a system. It can detect if someone has broken into its room to snoop around when it is not there.

Considering that there are many natural forces in this world that can perceive detection magic and psionic energy, Muhadi simply gave up on using psionic energy to do so.

He was inspired by earthly techniques, such as tracking criminals with guò marked banknotes, or monitoring the circulation of patients with guò tracer elements. He built a small trap in his room, which would be agitated when an unlucky guest tried to open his bags while he was leaving. It releases a pheromone that can only be detected by a psychic warlock with synaesthesia.

People who are contaminated with this pheromone will intermittently leave clues to follow, which gives the psychic a chance.

The Assassins apparently searched the room thoroughly, and al-Muhathir noticed that even his own guide to the history of the mind had been tampered with. The man even tore one of the pages to try to check if it had a mezzanine.

This led to al-Muhadi's attention to a strange thing, where the pages were torn, showing a clear directionality.

The inner pages of the book are made of a material similar to papyrus, and the font is very homogeneous. But Muhathir hadn't noticed the directionality of the paper before.

The paper fibers produced by the traditional process are not directional, but if the modern process on earth is adopted, the direction of the fibers will be the same as the direction of flow due to the rapid papermaking process on the drum.

Due to the directionality of this fiber arrangement, it is easier for the paper to be torn neatly in one direction, and not so smoothly in the other direction. Muhadi noticed this when he noticed where the pages were torn.

What does this mean? The Psychic Sorcerer pondered quietly, there was no industry on Attas, but the book was full of oddities. This may mean that in this unknown part of the world, the psychic magicians have achieved technology that transcends the ages. Either the book comes from a very distant period of time, when Atas was still prosperous and even magic was not yet understood.

Muhadi put the book aside for a moment and said to Raina, "Leave it to Corwin's men here, let him check if there are any security breaches." Let's take advantage of this to go out into the streets, and I haven't seen the city of Ram yet. ”

Naturally, Raina was a little surprised and happy, but also a little puzzled, "Are you willing to go shopping with me? Now, don't you have to worry about the attacker doing it again?"

Muhadi assured with certainty, "There is no problem, I protect you." ”

The psychic sorcerer spoke a few more words to her, then regained his scimitar and silver blade and went to meet Corwin's supervisor. When the fat supervisor heard that the Assassin had arrived in the mansion, he was startled and feared that he would snub the prince's guests. He was also worried that his organization would not be able to defend himself and that he would be blamed by the prince. When he spoke to the Psychic Warlock, he didn't say it explicitly, but all he could think about was the terrible rumors about Prince Corwin and the punishment he might suffer. Naturally, these mental activities were also captured by Muhadi.

Muhati asked him about the mansion's defenses, and knew that there were at least two hundred guards and five different magical defense systems, but none of them had seen the dancers infiltrate. In his heart, he evaluated the ability of the face dancer to a new level.

Psychic warlocks take the opportunity to take to the streets, primarily to detect the traces left by the face dancers. However, he didn't want to be so ostentatious that he was attacked by Benedict's remnants, so he put on a crystal mask and hid his appearance.

The bazaar in Ram is not too big, but it is also a few streets away and is located in the center of the city. The psychic sorcerer accompanied Raina on her shopping, and soon coaxed the girl into euphoria, forgetting about the previous attack. His mind-reading abilities are simply invincible when it comes to bargaining, and the merchant's tricks are unconcealed in the face of psionic powers.

Muhadi tried to see the act of shopping as a kind of training, an exercise in psionic energy, so as not to get too bored. He has his own theory of precise shopping - choose a target, rush to the bazaar, pay for the goods and leave. If you go and don't find what you're looking for, abandon the trip and retreat to the same degree. This kind of shopping behavior is not in line with his habits now, but it is better to practice it as a psionic energy than nothing.

The Psychic Warlock still had a few thousand gold coins left on him, and he was very wealthy, so the merchants naturally surrounded him to sell goods. Since Raina escaped from Nibennai, all the ornaments on her body have been pawned, and this is the first time she has bought an ornament commensurate with her identity.

The two sat down to rest at a vendor's place, and Muhadi ordered some kavas, drinking as he watched the crowd in the bazaar.

"What is this?" Raina asked Muhadi with a puff of kavas. "I've never had this drink before. ”

The psychic warlock looked at it, shook it again, and looked closely. "Brewed with grains, with honey added. After a pause, he added. "And it's alcohol-free. ”

"Sounds good," Raina nodded. "But it's delicious, and I've never tried it before in Nibennai's palace. ”

"Something new comes out every day, and that's one of the things that makes life interesting. A step-by-step life must be boring to death. Muhadi replied casually, "But what does this scorpion qavas mean?" he asked the drinker, who wrote the prices of different drinks, both expensive and cheap, on a wooden board in black from the bottom of the pot. The honey kavas that Muhadi drank just now cost a silver coin for a cup, which is very expensive by the standards of ordinary people. And that kind of "scorpion kavas" sells two cups of one pottery coin, and the price difference is more than ten times.

"Do you want to challenge?" asked the drinker, with a twinkle in his eyes. "There's a man who wants to challenge the scorpion Kawas!" he shouted to a few people who were also sipping nectar here, and his eyes were met with attention.

"Challenge?" Muhadi was curious, and scanned the peddler's mind with his psionic powers. "I see, okay, I'll try. ”

It turns out that the so-called scorpion Cavas is a highly venomous sand scorpion placed on the back of the hand holding the cup. Poisonous scorpions are already very sensitive, and when they are placed on the back of their hands, they can sting people at any time, let alone pick up a cup and drink it. At that time, the cheeks and the scorpion were very close together, and it was very likely to lead to an attack.

So it's essentially a gimmick to test the guts, and the drinkers use it to attract adventurous customers. And people are happy to try this dangerous way of drinking and show their courage. In fact, this little trick is the same as the snake in the bottle.

The psychic warlock was naturally not afraid of poisonous scorpions, so he ordered a few cups of scorpion kavas and drank them to himself. The feeling of the poisonous scorpion crawling on the back of the hand is very wonderful, looking at the vicious hook of the scorpion tail trembling slightly, and the experience of getting a little closer to his face is something that ordinary people dare not try. With each sip, Muhadi saw the scorpion's six small black eyes staring at him at close range.

This courageous approach naturally drew applause from Raina and some onlookers, who were impressed by his courage. But by this time, Muhadi's attention had been drawn to a group of people gathered in the bazaar a little farther away.

It was a group of ragged men, young and old, all with hungry faces, ribs on their bare chests. Their skin is tanned, and some have traces of whiplash on exposed areas on their arms and backs. In addition to humans, half of this group is a non-human race such as dwarves and elves. The dwarves' beards and heads had grown together in a mess, and their bare backs were strangled by rope sunken muscles.

Humans and non-humans were gathered around listening to an old man with his eyes wide apart and a sarcoma on his nose.

The old man casually draped a rag as a garment, exposing half of his chest. He had a thick beard, and the ends of his beard were braided and dyed blonde. The old man's skin was covered with white patches, as if he had some kind of skin disease, but there were no signs of whipping on his body. Most of his audience wore loincloths, and the better ones were just haphazardly sewn and patched robes. Muhadi noticed that some of them had various stamps on their bodies, presumably representing their owners.

Raina followed the Psychic Warlock's gaze and saw the group of people as well. "Are you paying attention to them?" she said with a strange tone.

Muhathir nodded, and there was a faint pheromone residue around the leader, which might indicate that the face dancer had met with this person.

The Psychic Mancer simply skimmed the minds of the group, and he recognized them as slaves, beggars, unwanted mercenaries, and the poor of the city's lower classes. From these thoughts, he sensed pent-up anger and longing, but nothing particularly worth mentioning, and no clues related to the face dancer.

"Seems to be a tribulation tracer," Raina narrowed her eyes at the men, making a judgment. "I've met these people when I've been shopping before, and they're probably a new religious group, and there seem to be quite a few followers in Ram. ”

Muhadi frowned when he heard that it was a religious group. "Ram's lords allow this?"

"I don't know, but isn't that the case in any city-state? Hundreds of sects have risen and gone, and none of them have lasted long. So it was with Ram, so did Yurik, Nibennay, and even Tyr. But the gods have long been wiped out in the battle of purification, and everyone knows it. ”

The group of people was gathered to listen to the old man's preaching, and they were all engrossed, which made several of the vendors in the bazaar unhappy, and secretly cursed these people for blocking their stalls and affecting business.

The sounds of bazaars, quarrels, and bargains come and go. The voice of the preacher was not very clear, but you could see that the old man was speaking generously, and his followers were passionate.

The Psychic Wizard waited for a moment until most of the people gathered there had dispersed, and then paced leisurely to the Followers of Affliction. Raina didn't know why, but she followed him. At this time, the old man with his eyes wide open and a sarcoma on his nose was selling his idea to a young man with a puzzled face. Muhadi and the girl pretended to be very interested and listened.

"All people are not equal. The old man said this to the young man, and he looked like a life mentor. "Look around us, some are born nobles, some are born slaves. The one that many people strive for all their lives is nothing more than the privilege that another person is born with. Some people are born with a gift for magic or psionic powers, while others are cursed by fate to be ugly and sickly. ”

The old man said to the young man earnestly, "Looking back on your past life, do you think you have lived a happy life? Do you feel that you are more unfortunate than the people around you? Obviously didn't put in much effort.,People who are in a high position just because of their background.。 People who have nothing to do all day long, but live in luxury, etc. ”

"On the other hand, there are some people who are not easy to succeed no matter what they do, right? Guy who makes mistakes a lot. I met a guy who could only be explained as an unfortunate accident. ”

The young man dressed as a slave listened with relish, and nodded his head as he listened. At this time, the old man appropriately asked a question: "Okay, which side are you from?"

The young man lowered his head gloomily, and when he spoke again, his voice was already a little lower. "I probably belong to ...... The unfortunate ones. ”

The old man nodded, his eyes shining with understanding and sympathy. "Although it is very helpless, it is a fact that all living beings in the world are not equal, and everyone has different 'karma'. ”

"When I say 'karma,' you can understand it as luck or fate. The old man then explained, "There are lucky people in this world, and they are born to do things smoothly and do more with less. There are also people who are unlucky, and their lives are full of disasters. ”

The young man wondered, "Is there a certain amount of luck?"

"Naturally. The old man nodded, "It's easy to prove. ”

"Although I have a lot of reasons to explain to you, just listening to me is boring and powerless. So let's play the game and explain the things about life and luck at the same time. ”

The old man asked the young man. "Before the game starts, let me ask you a question. Do you prefer a high-risk, high-reward stance, or low-risk and low-reward?"

"I am an ordinary slave, and my parents and grandparents were slaves. The young man paused and replied, "So I still like low risk and low reward......

"Hmm......" the old man nodded. "Then you play the game with a low risk. ”

"The game is very simple," said the old man, "and I roll the dice, and if the number is six, I win." If it's numbers one to five, you win. ”

"Isn't that obviously in my favor?" the young man looked a little confused.

The old man answered his doubts, "Not exactly. Initially, we each held twenty pottery coins, and if you win a round, I'll give you a pottery coin. And I only won when I rolled a six. Because the probability is 1 in 6, if I win, I will get six pottery coins from you, and it will not be beneficial to you, it will be an equal decision. ”

It dawned on the young man, "I see, that's the difference between low-risk and high-risk...... However, since the odds of winning or losing are half and half, it is not easy to tell the winner. ”

The old man had apparently expected the other man to say this, "Then let's try it out." ”

Muhati watched carefully, and the pottery coin went back and forth between the two, and the situation was in a state of see-saw for a while. But this state of affairs was broken before it lasted long, and the young man had fewer and fewer pottery coins in his hands, and finally lost everything.

As if to prove that he had not cheated, the old man handed the dice to the young man for inspection, then returned the clay coin, and asked the young man to roll the dice and start the game again. But the result was the same, and the young man quickly lost all his pottery coins.

Then, as if to convince the young man dressed as a slave even more, the two played a second game. The old man took out a silver coin and began to guess with the young man. At the beginning, each person also takes twenty pottery coins, and the person who guesses correctly takes one pottery coin from the hand that guessed wrong.

As in the previous game, the young man almost lost and was not convinced by the old man's theory.

"The reason why I will win and you will lose is because our 'karma' is different. The old man explained. "Although it may be a little difficult to accept. But I have good luck and you don't, that's the truth. ”

The young man looked decadent, "But ......"

"But I gather you and tell you these things, because a man's luck can be changed, and my purpose is to improve your luck! If not, why should I waste my time?" said the old man. "I will not take any money from you. For I myself am a man who benefits from good fortune. And my purpose is to help you. Even if only one-tenth of the city's civilians were lucky, the overall situation would be much better. ”

The young man looked completely convinced, and the old man talked to him for a while. Then he told him that he would meet with the other afflictions in the future, and saw him go away.

Watching this interesting scene, even Raina looked a little shaken. "This old man...... It seems to be a bit powerful. ”

Muhadi scoffed, "Although you studied law in Nibennai, it seems that you are very poor in mathematics. ”

"What does this mean?!" the girl was unhappy.

"Do you really believe in the of this 'karma'? What kind of luck is different?" explained the psychic manlock. "This old man is just playing tricks on the young man. ”

"How is that possible?" Raina wondered. "Did he use psionic or magic to affect the probability of the dice or the coin toss, illusions, or the dice maneuvering?"

"What is the use of those unaesthetic practices. Muhadi disagreed, "If you think about it, the first game was unfair from the beginning. Even if they don't use any means, young people will lose everything. ”

"Why do you say that?" Raina didn't quite understand.

"Because he has to get six pottery coins for one win." Muhati rightly pointed out.

"Think about it. The Psychic explained. "Yes, the high-risk side has a 1 in 6 chance of winning, but the low-risk team has a 5 out of 6 chance of winning. With the old man's condition of winning or losing six pottery coins against one pottery coin, from the perspective of mathematical expectations, he took advantage of it, and finally won all the pottery coins. To be really fair and reasonable, the distribution after winning should be five pottery coins to one pottery coin. ”

"But isn't it the young man himself who wants to choose the low-risk side?"

"Inducing language is just a thing. Muhadi disagreed. This technique is called the magician's choice, and buskers and crooks do. ”

Raina understood a little. "What about the second game of guessing heads and tails of a coin?"

"It's simpler. "There is always a misconception in the minds of the average person that the probability of heads and tails of a coin is about half to half. In fact, the situation is much more complicated than that. ”

"It's amazing that some special coins have a four or five times higher probability of appearing on one side than the other. The reason for this is that these coins are all minted, and in order to make it easier to remove them from the mold, their edges are originally designed to be slightly slanted. The Psychic Warlock noted. The silver coin that the old man had brought out just now happened to be such a coin, so it was easy for him to guess the heads and tails. "Muhati himself has engaged in the business of cutting coins, and he is naturally very clear about the type of currency.

"Listen to you. Raina had a rare expression that only a princess could have. "That seems to be the case. So what's the point of this guy doing that? He doesn't take money. ”

"Money doesn't mean anything to some people. ”

"Did you use your psionic powers to detect his true thoughts? Is he one of these people?"

Muhadi denied, "I don't read much, there is nothing noticeable about the ideas in his head...... It's not surprising that many people are able to hide their thoughts. But since he's on the streets, he can't refuse to talk to me. When I try it, I'll know the details. ”

The Psychic Mancer came to the old man, but did not sit down. The old man frowned, judging from the person's attire that this man was either rich or noble, not like a person who would be easily attracted by his preaching.

Muhadi looked at the other party, "It doesn't look like a decent way to deceive people in this way." ”

The old man seemed to be deaf to him, and he threw the dice in his hand to himself, and put on an unfathomable face.

The psychic sorcerer cast his psionic power to levitate the old man's dice. The old man frowned, and looked at him with wide eyes, as if he were looking at a mischievous child. "It's a shame," he said. "I wonder what this lord is doing?"

"You're lying. Muhadi spoke his reasoning. "The people you have deceived, do they know that you used a little mathematical trick to trick them?"

"My ears must be pregnant, and your word is father. The old man glared at Muhadi and said viciously.

"What do you mean?"

"Mean, are you playing with me?" said the old man. "Can the doctor's refusal to tell his patient about his condition be called deception?" he shook his head slowly. "The world is sick, and I am its doctor. Everything I do is completely selfless, and it is for the greater good. ”

Muhadi raised an eyebrow, "What do you say?"

The old man held out a finger. "I tell those who follow me that there are two ways to change their karma and improve their luck. One is to do some good deeds that are beneficial so that your luck will increase. But on the other hand, if you do something evil, then the weight of luck will decrease. ”

He held out his second finger. The second way is to endure tolerable misfortune. For example, he was severely reprimanded or even whipped by his master. I teach my followers that if one's karma has been determined, then the weight of misfortune has also been determined. That being the case, the repetition of subtle misfortunes can consume the weight of one's own misfortunes. You can also avoid the day when a great misfortune befalls you. ”

"So you see. The old man said. "I'm not getting anything out of myself. The purpose of what I teach is to make people who are suffering better able to endure the pain in life, and to make the world less violent. ”

"Nonsense. Muhadi shook his head. "Violence is just a tool, it is not good or bad, what difference does it make if there is less violence and more violence"

The old man looked at Muhadi's dress, "I can see that you are pampered, and it is not surprising that you have this kind of thought." But don't you see the suffering of this world?"

"I don't even feel my own pain, and the suffering of the world is far away. Muhathir wanted to say this at once, but in the end he didn't bother to refute him and cut straight to the point. "I wonder if you know a bunch of weirdos with a mouth fetish who always have a catchphrase on their lips. ”

The old man's expression was visibly alert, and he frowned, almost twisting his eyebrows, as if trying to see through the psychic man's mask. "I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Muhathir said, "Answer my question." He hinted at the other with psionic powers.

Unfortunately, the hint didn't seem to work, and the old man was determined to remain unmoved, but he spoke. "You say I use math games to deceive the poor, perceptive young people...... If you can prove that you're smarter than I am, maybe I'll tell you some secrets. ”

"Say it. "Muhati does not believe that an old beggar man from another world can be stronger than his well-educated self. "I'm ready. ”

"I'll say a sequence of numbers and see if you can guess the next number. The old man said, looking at his expression, obviously not believing that the psychic sorcerer could answer. "Six, twenty-eight, four hundred and ninety-six, eight thousand one hundred and twenty-eight, what's the next number?"

"Three thousand three million five hundred fifty thousand three hundred thirty-six. The Psychic Warlock gave the answer effortlessly, and it took almost no time.

The old man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that the other party had solved his problem so easily. "Are you reading my mind?"

"As you know, I didn't do that. Muhathir said.

"Hmph," the old man snorted. "Twelve thousand four hundred and ninety-six, fourteen thousand two hundred eighty-eight, fifteen thousand four hundred seventy-two, fourteen thousand five hundred and thirty-six, what is the next number?"

"Fourteen thousand two hundred sixty-four. In two breaths, the psychic mancer told the answer to the mystery with unmistakable accuracy.

"This can't be!" the old man seemed a little helpless for the first time, and the psychic mancer took the lead. "You can't read my thoughts, I'm obviously very well protected. ”

"I didn't have to read minds. I know the answer myself. ”

The old man clearly didn't believe it. "Do you know the answer? Do you know what these numbers are? What do they represent?"

"What's so hard about that. Muhathir spoke eloquently. "Six, twenty-eight, four hundred and ninety-six, eight thousand one hundred and twenty-eight. These numbers are all perfect numbers, and the next perfect number is three thousand three hundred and fifty thousand three hundred and thirty-six. "Mathematically, a perfect number is a special number whose sum of true factors is equal to itself.

"As for two thousand four hundred and ninety-six, fourteen thousand two hundred eighty-eight, fifteen thousand four hundred seventy-two, and fourteen thousand five hundred and thirty-six. Muhadi said, "This string of numbers, the sum of all the divisors of the previous number is equal to the next number." And fourteen thousand two hundred and sixty-four is not only the sum of all the divisors of the previous number, but the sum of its own divisors is exactly equal to the first number, twelve thousand four hundred and ninety-six. It's a friendly number chain. ”

"Even if you knew, it probably came out of my head. The old man refused to admit defeat. "Since you know the friendly number chain, you should know what a friendly number is, right?"

That is, of course, two positive integers, the sum of all divisors equal to the other. ”

"Then sue me for a friendly couple that I don't know about, and I'll admit that you're wiser than I am. Tell you beforehand, so I know the number of friendly numbers within five digits. ”

"One hundred thousand four hundred eighty-five, one hundred and twenty-four thousand one hundred fifty-five. Mohamadi recalled, saying, "It's not difficult. ”

This fact really shocked the old man, and he was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his tone took on a touch of respect. "I used to think that not many people in the world of mathematics were interested anymore. I didn't expect to meet someone like you. ”

"I am Abu Abd Allah Mahmud ibn Musa Khorazmi. The old man introduced himself, "I don't know if you are?"

The name is really in line with the identity of a math enthusiast, Muhathir thought. (Arithmetic a1gorism, the Latin transliteration of the word a1gorithm, i.e. the Latin transliteration of Khwarazmi a1-kharizm) "I can't tell you about my identity, but you can call me Hassan." The Psychic Warlock chose a pseudonym, and Raina looked a little surprised when she heard it.

"Hassan?" he repeated, "sounds like a fool." ”

"Coincidentally, I feel the same way. Muhati nodded. "But can we talk about the weirdos with a mouth fetish now?"

"Not here. The old man said, looking around with a fluttering expression. "There are so many people here, let's go somewhere else to talk. The right place. ”

"I warn you, if you're trying to lead me into a trap, you're killing yourself. The Psychic Mancer claimed.

"I have not yet appeared as a person who will not perish. The old man replied to the Psychic Warlock, who still seemed to be a little haunted by his defeat, and the hostility in his tone was palpable.

Muhadi pretended not to hear the words and instead commanded Raina. "You may wish to go back to Corwin's palace, because there may be some danger ahead. ”

The girl stood silently to the side, listening to the conversation between the telemancer and the old man. Now, she turned to Muhadi and said, "No." ”

"Some people say I'm used to understatements, so you may not have a good understanding of the potential dangers," Muhathir warned him. "This man may not be terrible, but maybe he's the kind of person who can fool my psychic premonitions. ”

"Since there is a 999-1000 chance that your psionic energy will not be deceived, why should I hide because of the 1 in 1,000 chance?" said Raina, "I am not the ignorant little girl of Nibenai anymore. I've experienced more in a few months than I've experienced in the last dozen years. If you have to be in danger, I want to be there to help. ”

The Psychic Warlock firmly refused, "All I need your help is to go back to Corwin's palace." That way, if something happens, at least the others will know who I left with. ”

Raina looked at Muhati for a moment, then finally nodded and agreed. The old man, Abu Khorezmi, watched the exchange between the two coldly, and said nothing.

"Then lead the way. "The psychic warlock told the old man—

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