"Do it or die. These are the words of the Witch King to Muhadi.

Naturally, the Psychic Warlock will not die, so he can only deal with the Witch King's task first. However, he believed that when the backup sent by Tyr arrived, he could get away with it on the grounds that Tyr had summoned him back.

In addition, he also felt that this was not an opportunity. With the Witch King's authorization, he could easily access many of Ram's secrets, whether it was to improve his strength or promote the belief of the First Cause, it was much more convenient. Even if you just know some historical secrets, it may not be useless for a day.

If you think about it, the fact that Abellachili blew off her own head can be confirmed by countless palace maids and guards. On the surface, it was the Witch King's suicide anyway, and there was no other possibility.

Unless, someone can modify the memories of everyone in the palace. This kind of thing can only be done by the most powerful psychic mancers, the puppeteer can probably barely do it, and the Thousand Souls of Atki City must also be able to do it, he is not sure if his master Lyra can do it, but he knows that Councilor Ekis of Tyr is not capable of it.

However, memories can be modified, and it is not easy to blow off the head of the Witch King. Muhati couldn't imagine anyone who could break into the Witch King's palace, blow up the Witch King's head, and then alter the memories of all witnesses and fly away.

Hints of depth?The Psychic Warlock suspects that perhaps someone has hinted at Abellachili's suicide?, but it's also highly unlikely, and the Witch King can't even have a spell to protect his mind. Even if she did fall for the suicide hint, it was impossible for her to fly back to her palace and then commit suicide.

Either the witch king himself made a mistake, she is a sensual woman, and it is not surprising that she committed suicide. It's just that she refuses to admit it now.

Walking out of the palace, Muhadi saw Corwin waiting not far away. Several of his maids and guards stood beside him, and a servant stood on a shell beetle and held a parasol.

On the other side were several Templars, dressed in elaborate chain mail, throat guards and shin armor, for Corwin's sister, Princess Deardeley. She wore a sleeveless one-piece dress, a crystal headdress and a gold nose ornament, and her watery eyes looked a little annoyed.

The princess looked bad, and she deliberately didn't look at Corwin who was standing not far away, as if he didn't save zài.

Seeing Muhadi come out of the palace, Corwin quickly greeted him. "It's taken a long time, what is the impression that our Lam Witch King has made on you? Has she taught you some psionic techniques? Where's your mask?"

"She wanted to turn me into her errand. The Psychic Warlock said. "This is not what you promised me, and I can't help but suspect that you are deliberately deceiving me. ”

"She asked you to do the errands? Corwin retracted his smile and said. "What the hell does she want you to do?"

"Counseling, what else could it be?" said Muhadi, noticing the other person's reaction. "And she saw through my disguise at a glance, I guess it has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Does she know you're from Tyr?" Corwin immediately tensed, and didn't look like he was in disguise. "She didn't put you to death on the spot?"

"It seems that your mother would prefer an alliance with Tyr rather than a war, so you and I don't have to worry about it for the time being. The Psychic Warlock said lightly. "But if I mess up her business, it's hard to say. ”

"She wants to form an alliance with Tyr?!" Corwin was taken aback, and his expression became even more gloomy. "Even so, I can do a lot for Tyr. When the prince learned of this, the first thing that occurred to the prince was that he was still useful to Tyr. Presumably he was afraid that Muhathir would throw him off and join forces with the Witch King.

"These are the things that the councillors of Tyre have to consider, and you should find a way to convince them that it's not me. The Psychic said, gesturing to the side, "Your sister is staring at us viciously." ”

"She's been like this since the half-hourglass, I don't know what happened to her, I guess it's the aftermath of using magic to teleport back here from other city-states, or maybe it's just a man. Corwin seemed to be still thinking, ignoring his sister. "Leave her alone, the Templars won't dare do anything to you. ”

"I think she might want to talk to me about something. Muhati said to Corwin, "Sorry to miss you, go back first, I just happened to talk to the Templars." ”

The Psychic Warlock leaves Corwin and walks in front of the Templars. The latter automatically surrounded Deirdley, forming a human wall as a protection.

"Get out of the way, I'm not a weak girl to be protected, and he's not someone who has the power to threaten me. The princess pulled away from the Templar in front of her, "You're the Psychic Jammer Hassan? ”

Hassan al-Muhati thought, "Well, you are a secret of the Templars, and only you know the pseudonym of Hassan.

"That's me. The Psychic said vaguely. "You're uglier than I expected. ”

Princess Deardley smiled like a shark, "Say it again, I'll kill you on the spot." With or without Corwin to support you. ”

"I'm complimenting you, princess. Muhathir said. "Don't they all say that psychic warlocks are crazy, and what conforms to our aesthetics is not a normal image. What doesn't fit in order attracts most people. ”

"Shall I reward you for your words, then?" said Deirdley. "A hopping that eats tongues, you should love it. It was trained by my interrogators, and it likes to eat liars' tongues best - the chewy ones. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to accept your kindness, because your jumping will starve to death. "I suppose Your Excellency Grand Vickyl has informed you to cooperate with me." ”

"You call it collaboration, but we all know it's hiring. "Don't think you can command me, boy. Before you were born, I had been a powerful blasphemer mage for hundreds of years. ”

"Older is not necessarily a sign of wisdom. The Psychic Warlock said.

"Just as being young doesn't necessarily mean being innovative. The princess said. "If the people of Tyre are as fond of bickering with others as you are, then I know why you can't even manage your own slaves. ”

Muhadi pursed his lips and did not reply.

"Big Vicky said he wanted me to help you, which is good, but I think you only deserve to be played by that puppeteer. Deirdley continued. "Sometimes even I feel that my mother is too feminine and self-willed as a witch king. People like you shouldn't be entrusted with a heavy responsibility. ”

Muhadi just stared at the princess with a strange look, as if he didn't hear Dilderley at all, and the latter continued: "Don't think that your psionic powers can help you solve problems that my Templars can't solve, Ram has so many psionics that none of them can fight the puppeteers, they ......"

She noticed that something seemed wrong with the Psychic Warlock, "...... What's wrong with you?"

The Psychic Warlock said nothing, his eyes were empty, and after a moment he said, "...... Nothing, just a momentary distraction. Forgive a psyker for this gaffe. ”

"I see what you mean," Muhadi continued. "But I don't dare to be idle, after all, I still have to deal with the task of the Witch King. What can you give me for my investigation?"

Just now, Muhadi experienced a very strange thing.

Just as Princess Deirdley was speaking to him, the beautiful face suddenly distorted into the face of a smiling man. There was a sudden silence all around, and the princess's nagging was inaudible.

The puppeteer invaded Muhadi's sight and hearing with psionic energy.

The telemancer quickly cut off these two senses of his own, lest the other party further corrode his heart. The smiling man disappeared from view, and Muhadi began to rely on smell, the sense of touch on the surface of his skin, to perceive the world around him.

The puppeteer obviously wouldn't just give up so lightly, and her spiritual power came in like a tidal wave. Fear, irritability, apprehension...... The negative feelings that had not been experienced for a long time suddenly appeared, and it seemed that they were about to devour the will of the mind warlock.

Muhadi held on to his mind and forced back a little with a ferocious counterattack. But just as he was about to deal with the ensuing attacks, the other party suddenly chose to leave.

"There's no point in hiding......" a message was sent directly to his heart. “...... We'll meet eventually......"

Muhati didn't dare to slack off, and checked his mind repeatedly to make sure that he was not deeply hinted at by the other party. Although this encounter was only for a short moment, the danger was no less than the vicious fights he had experienced.

At this time, he felt the vibrations in the air through his skin, and realized that the other people had not noticed the qiē that had just been born, and that Deirdley was still continuing to talk to him.

"It's the same wherever you look first, and you'd better not find out anything anyway. The princess said disdainfully. "Baibars, take this psyker around. I'm going to do something else. ”

With that, Deirderley cast a spell to summon a portal that vanished from the psychic mancer's eyes. A withering smell of plants came from where she had disappeared.

A tall Templar stepped out of the crowd, the beard on his chin and his temples on his head. The man's armor was made of bronze, and the edges of the mantle behind him were torn and rolled up. One of his eyes appeared to have been wounded, and his pupils were sickly white. Muhadi noticed that the man was no longer young, and that white threads appeared in his beard, eyebrows, and head. His chest was also not as wide as it had been when he was younger, but the bronze armor had been molded into a muscular shape to disguise that.

Judging by the coat of arms he wears, this man is a high-ranking Templar. Strangely enough, however, the other Templars didn't seem to be very respectful to him, even the low-ranking Templars. They retreated together after the princess had left, refusing to even say hello to this Baibars.

"My name is Maleko Baibars, or Baibars for short. Someone came from his chest. "I'm Ram's High Templar, and I'm in charge of helping Princess Deirdley keep the city safe. ”

"From what I observed. Muhathir said. "You're not doing a great job. ”

Baibars actually blushed a little, "Change takes time. ”

"I hope so. The Psychic Warlock said. "If I wish to learn about the city's past, where would you better start?"

Baibars thought for a moment, "I'll build yì you go to the Psionic Academy to try, they have preserved a lot of ancient historical materials. We Templars also have a lot of information, but it's been a mess after years of being left unattended, so you can try your luck. ”

"How do I get to the Psionic Academy?"

"This road. Baibars began to lead the way.

There are two Sphinx statues at the entrance of the Psionic Academy, and a line of words is carved above the door: The Will Is the Way (Thei11Istheay). A group of Ram's soldiers stood guard at the gate of the academy, like prison guards. The academy was surrounded by a trench three or four meters deep. A stone bridge protrudes from the gate and crosses the ditch to connect the avenue outside.

It looks like the academy was a castle in ancient times, surrounded by a moat. Now that the water is dry, the moat has become a moat.

Seeing that one of Baibars's hands was on the handle of the scimitar, the muscles of his whole body tensed involuntarily, and Muhadi saw this, and said to him: "You can see that you are very cautious." ”

"You can't come to this kind of place without being cautious. The Templar replied. "It's both a college and a prison, and it's home to the most lawless lunatics and the most heinous criminals in all of Ram. Ordinary people are afraid of death, so they can follow the rules. Psykers are not afraid of death and can do anything. ”

"Fear is both the reins of the mind, it limits our power. Muhadi repeated what Lyra had taught him. "But psionics are not as dangerous as you think, and we learned to control our own feelings when we were trained, and we won't disrupt order for no reason?"

"You're actually trained to control your own feelings?" Baibars looked incredulous. "Either you're lying, or you're a psyker in Tyr, trained in a very different way than here. ”

"Are there any other psyker training methods? Muhathir said.

"Look. Baibars said, gesturing to the gates of the academy.

A man tried to burst through the door, his eyes projecting madness, foaming at the corners of his mouth. A string of meaningless syllables spat out of his mouth: "Oulala......"

The soldiers guarding the door seemed to have been prepared for this, and a dozen or so of them shot at the madman who rushed out with their crossbows. The latter, sensing the danger, radiated a circle of flames centered on itself. However, the flames did no damage, as one of the officers guarding the gate cast a flame shield.

The madman was hit by many arrows and fell into the trench. The soldiers unleashed domesticated hopping and other lizards and descended to the bottom of the ditch to feast.

"Look," Baibars said. "It is the duty of the guards to prevent this madman from escaping from the academy. There are so many such madmen. ”

"That's what appeals to me even more. Muhathir said. "Madness is as hard to resist as gravity for psykers. ”

Walking across the stone bridge, the two entered the interior of the Psionic Academy. There is a castle with a typical Byzantine appearance. The castle is made of yellow bricks, thick and tall, with cylindrical towers at the corners. Many adobe huts and windowless chambers clinged to the castle's tall walls, like barnacles attached to the hull of a ship. Numerous smaller halls sprang up in the outer circles, often with their own small walls and courtyards.

With a click, Muhadi felt a little wetness on his hands, followed by another drop, click, and then the rain fell intensively, clicking, clicking.

He looked up and saw that the sky was shining brightly, without a single cloud, and the rain was falling out of thin air.

"Watch out for the water that falls from the sky. Baibars reminded him.

"Water falling from the sky?" said Muhadi. "It's called rain. ”

"Whatever it's called. Baibars said. "It kills. ”

Muhadi closed his eyes and felt it, and said with some admiration. "Sure enough, it kills. The rain is fake, a psychic illusion that deceives the senses. Whoever is deceived by it will be difficult to leave under the control of illusion, and finally dry up and die. “

Leaving the place where the fake rain was falling, the Psychic Warlock passed by a courtyard. Inside, a group of young psykers were being trained, and an old man with a white beard was teaching them.

Muhadi paused for a moment, for he was now training in the ability to telepathize. This ability was also the first ability he himself awakened, and he had not yet fully mastered it at the time, and it was only after being guided by Lyra that he completely integrated it. He wanted to see how these young people learned the skill.

"Don't think about controlling the spiritual energy, let the spiritual energy control you!" Whitebeard yelled at a young man who was practicing. The latter was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't successfully move a large rock in front of him.

The stone was so big that Muhadi guessed it weighed at least a hundred pounds. He himself would never be able to push something so heavy when he had just awakened his spiritual energy, and neither could these young people.

"Open your mind!" roared Whitebeard, "let anger give you strength! let pain spur you!" A bolt of lightning came out of the old man's hand and struck the young man in the back. The intensity of this lightning bolt is low and it does not hurt anyone, but the pain it causes is unbearable.

The young man screamed like a wounded beast, and with a clatter, the big stone moved a little.

"It's not enough!" cried Whitebeard, another bolt of lightning. "Push yourself to the limit!"

The boulder began to shake violently, but it still couldn't fly. At a beginner's level, this young man is already very good. Muhathir couldn't have done that back then.

"I can't do it anymore...... Spare me......" The young man began to beg for mercy, sweat sliding down his face and falling into the sand.

"It's not enough!" replied Whitebeard coldly. "If you want to pray, pray to your anger, not to me! it will give you strength, I won't!"

Lyra once said to Muhadi that the Psychic Warlock is the master of the love xù and will only invoke a certain love xù when it is needed. And looking at the practices of these people in front of them, it is clear that they regard love as their own master and let passion dominate themselves. The two are diametrically opposed and opposite.

"Uh-huh-hmmh!!h The large, heavy stone swayed and floated up about two finger's width from the ground.

In doing so, Muhathir felt that he should be satisfied as a mentor, but it turned out that he was wrong.

"Pathetic. Whitebeard said, I don't know if he refers to the pathetic young man or the pathetic nature of this training. "It looks like you can't do better without some excitement. ”

"I've done my best......" the young man burst out as he spoke, and the big rock fell back to the ground.

"You're nowhere near doing your best!" said Whitebeard dismissively. "Sue me, are you and Mary Yan a couple?"

The young man seemed startled and did not know how to answer: "I...... She...... I'm not with her, she doesn't know ......"

"She'll know now. Whitebeard said, and then he walked over to the group of young people who were practicing on the other side and called out a beautiful girl.

The girl was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, petite in stature, and her skin was as smooth as snow. She had delicate facial features and innocent eyes, and to Muhadi's senses, her psionic attainments were very mediocre, almost the worst among the young apprentices trained.

Seeing Whitebeard call the girl, the young man looked even more nervous. Muhadi's psionic powers clearly detected the words he was organizing in his mind, different words and specific sentences appearing and disappearing, and he was thinking about how to explain it to the girl. The young man's mouth and tongue were dry, and his fingers trembled slightly. The Psychic Warlock understands that this is a typical symptom of social phobia, and it is clear that he has a crush on the girl with whom he is studying psionic powers, but due to his shyness and low self-esteem, he has yet to confess to the other person.

The girl looked dazed, as if she didn't understand why Whitebeard called herself. "Mary. The old man said to the girl. "Thankfully, as the most useless apprentice, you can finally come in handy today. ”

"It seems that you haven't realized yet, and before you know it, you've become Tutus's crush. Whitebeard said that the young man named Tutus looked like his face was dripping blood. He was embarrassed not to know what to say, or even where to put his hands.

Muhadi thought, is this to be practiced by the young man in front of his sweetheart, and in this way to motivate him?

The girl named Mary was also very shy, and kept her head down and did not dare to look at Tutus. Whitebeard said to her, "It's a pity you're too thin, so let's put on this plate armor!"

The white-bearded old man was the same thing, and a piece of metal plate armor appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

Prior to this, Muhadi had only seen one piece of metal plate armor on Attas, the one of King Tessian of Tyre. But the king's plate armor was forged from pure gold, and was finely crafted and well-maintained. And the plate armor in front of him is only cast in bronze, which is much worse than steel. And it looks like it's a thousand-year-old antique, and it's worn out and perforated in some places, and it's no longer defenseless. There are still some golden patterns left in the unworn places, but the patterns are also intermittent and incomplete.

The girl didn't know why, so she had to pick up the plate armor and put it on her body. Avoiding the young man's gaze, she put on her breastplate and fastened the armor on her legs and arms. Looking at her twisted appearance, it seemed as if she was not wearing armor, but undressing in front of a man.

After Mary Yan was fully dressed, Whitebeard nodded, "It's almost now, and you can start." ”

The young man was confused, "What?"

The old man showed his strength again, and a flame rose from the sand, blazing, and the heat wave hit his face, and everyone around him couldn't help but take a step back.

The girl screamed and flew off the ground. The old man lifted her into the air with his psionic energy, then moved above the flames, and told the young man: "Now I'm going to let her go, you don't want to see the barbecue beauty, just take it yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, the girl began to fall. She let out a scream, kicking and pounding in the air, her eyes full of fear. The young man yelled "No!!" and immediately used his psionic energy to support it with all his might.

One person plus a whole set of bronze armor weighed nearly one hundred and fifty pounds, much heavier than the previous large stone. The young man tightened his eyebrows, exerting all his might, but it was difficult to hold the girl. After all, people are not stones, and the girl is frightened and her hands and feet are fluttering, making it difficult for the spiritual energy to wield well. "Help me!" she shouted at last, turning her head to look at the young man. "I actually already know your intentions, I'm too embarrassed to say it!

The young man stepped forward, as if trying to rush into the fire and lift the girl up. The white-bearded old man sighed, "This is not good, this is mind transfer training." It's not time to practice Tolerance for Elemental Damage. With that, he conjured up a rope for a horse, flew over and put it right on the young man's neck. The other end of the rope was firmly attached to an iron ring by the wall, and it could not be pulled at all.

The young man named Tutus walked forward desperately, seemingly oblivious to the heat of the fire, but the rope around his neck was tightly tied into his flesh, making it difficult for him to move. The young man yelled again, bursting out with a new force, and lifted the girl a little more, which was able to stop the fall.

"Well done, but not enough. The old man commented. "Every three breaths, I make the fire burn a little brighter. ”

He said that he did, and the flames were indeed higher. Originally, the girl had calmed down a little, but when she saw the flames soaring, she was so frightened that she couldn't possess her body and shouted for help. "Please, please let me go! I will try, my psionic power, I will be stronger!" she tried to plead with Whitebeard again.

The flames added to the bronze armor, and the cries for help turned into a long series of terrible screams. Her drooping head was first set on fire, and in the blink of an eye, it was reduced to ashes. At this time, Tutus's expression made anyone who saw it feel sympathetic. He raised his sweetheart a little more, but he still couldn't get faster than the flames rising.

After the head, the clothes under the armor were also set on fire due to the heat. A large amount of smoke came out of the flax burning, and the girl was in the middle of it, and the high-pitched screams were not heard for a moment. By the time the smoke had finished, the body under the armor had been smoked to the ground, with only occasional tremors proving that she was still alive.

The gold thread on the bronze armor melted first, turning into a liquid state and dripping down. The armor itself was also heated to a slight redden, and the girl wearing it was almost completely roasted due to the metal's good thermal conductivity. The originally blackened complexion was baked a strange pink, and a smell of flesh wafted into everyone's nose.

"Ahh "Ahh "Ahh!!h The sand on the ground flew up, and the stone that he couldn't help a moment ago flew into the sky like a cannonball.

Not only that, but other boulders used for apprenticeship training were also lifted into the air. With a snap, cracks cracked in the courtyard wall of the small courtyard.

"I'm going to kill you!" Turtus yelled at Whitebeard.

"That's what it looks like!" Whitebeard nodded in satisfaction, and then cast a psychic blast ability that stunned the young man. "But if you want me, it's still early! Remember, peace is a lie, passion is the right way! Passion for strength, strength earns power, strength gains victory! In victory, the more self is more, and the spirit is at my disposal!"

（peace－is－a－1ie，there－is－on1y－.－passion,i－gain－.－strength,i－gain－.－poer,i－gain－.－vinets－are－.－mind－i11－set－me－free.)

Muhadi and Baibars watched the training in its entirety, "Crazy. The latter said softly.

The Psychic Warlock looked at the Templar, shook his head, and said nothing.

The Psionic Academy has a dean approved by the Witch King, who usually stays in that castle-like building. Baibars led the way, and Muhadi followed, and the two joined forces into the castle and came to the abbot's house.

The room was poorly furnished, with nothing worth mentioning except for tapestries and carpets, but the abbot himself surprised Muhadi.

At first glance, Ismail, the Great Psychic Warlock, is a bald old man with swollen hands and a double chin. The next moment, he turned into a young beauty, and his body was so hot that it was hard to control himself. In less than five breaths, he conjured up a variety of appearances, each more bizarre than the other.

When he saw Baibars coming, he reverted to the image of a bald old man, and a sarcastic smile squeezed out of the corners of his mouth, "Why is the witch king short of manpower again? I just recruited a bunch of boys here, and she is in a hurry to use it, and I can't hand over anyone to her!"

"Quiet, Ismail. I'm not here to ask for anyone. Baibars said in a deep voice. "It's Lord Hassan who wants to see you. He was commissioned by Grand Vickyl to investigate the past of the Great Psychic Sorcerer puppeteer. ”

The name puppeteer obviously has a special meaning for this dean. Because as soon as he heard this word, his whole body trembled, and even his appearance could not be maintained, and the facial features of many different people were revealed at once. The skin and muscles on the surface of the body are as unpredictable as boiling water. "I don't know anything about that person. I've said it before, and I still don't know if I'm going to say it again. ”

"Let's talk about the history of the city. Muhadi interjected, "Or maybe some psionic research, I'm very interested in your psionic research here." ”

Hearing about the exchange of psionic powers, Ismail was in a mood and completely hung Baibars aside. "Ah, I can see that you are from my generation too, but your psionic abilities seem to be a little different from ours. Was your spiritual energy awakened by yourself, or was it taught by someone else?"

"Someone else taught. Muhathir said. "But the training I received was completely different from the training you have here. ”

"Oh?" Ismail raised an eyebrow. "What's the difference, can you talk about it?"

The psychic sorcerer thought for a moment and said, "First, I see that you have a psionic person here to train many apprentices at the same time. And my master only taught two people at the same time. ”

Ismail nodded as he listened, "I admit that the fewer apprentices a master has, the better the effect of teaching. But we at Ram simply can't afford this way of training newcomers. The Witch King's appetite is too great, and we need to provide her with enough people to consume in those brave and unscrupulous conquests against the aliens. ”

"How many times have Abellachili fought over the centuries against inhuman aliens who have not yet been completely wiped out? Ismail said. "It's a pity that Ram's psionics are all consumed in this matter, and we have no choice but to do it. ”

Muhadi added: "Just before I came to this room, I had the good fortune to see a psyker here training his apprentices. He told the bald man about the barbecue scene he saw on the road, and added at the end: "I have to say, I ...... about it The impact is profound. ”

"When I was studying psionic powers, I experienced a lot more terrible torture than that. The Psychic recalled. "But it was all experienced in the hallucinations that my master created with his psionic energy. When my master trained his apprentices, he never killed his own apprentices. ”

Ismail said, "There is no way to do this because of the lack of manpower." How can there be so many spiritual expressions that create illusions for every apprentice, not to mention that some apprentices are too talented to die here is not a good thing for them. If she had been reduced to the desert, the girl would not have been roasted. Eighty percent of them were to be ridden first, then roasted on the fire, and finally eaten separately. ”

He was right about this, Muhadi had seen a lot of cannibalism when he was in the Scorpion tribe, and even Fatumah invited him to eat human flesh once...... Although he finally refused. But he feels that there is still a difference between the two, that food is rare in the desert and that it is not allowed to be wasted, and that those who have no choice are not to blame.

Muhadi shrugged, "When I was training before, what I learned was restraint and patience, how to control one's own feelings. After all this training, I learned how to use psionic energy as I please, and what I see here is all about indulging one's emotions and letting one's passions dominate oneself, so that I can also use psionic energy?"

"Of course!" said Ismail, categorically. "This is the right way to exert psionic energy! How can you achieve the highest achievement of psionic energy by suppressing emotion? What is the difference between a human being without emotion and a golem? Who did you learn from the psychic power, and you have a ridiculous remark?"

"Lyra. Muhathir said.

Ismail was stunned for a moment, paused, and said, "Is it her? When did she start training the two apprentices together?" ”

"Well, Lyra's insights do have something unique. The bald old man admitted, "But after all, we can't reach the state of perfection." Your master had to split his soul into six parts to overcome the problems in his cultivation. I don't think you're going to think about making yourself schizophrenic too, are you?"

Muhathir shook his head, "Then I don't dare." And your appearance is changing, what's going on?"

"It's just a simple mimicry. The old man said triumphantly, excited. "When I was on an adventure in another world, I came across a wonderful creature called the Hagan Nimon Transfiguration. In the language of the local Aborigines, it means the Changing Sea Spirit. This thing is amazing, it is said that when their race was born, it was polluted by the chaotic nature, so it has no fixed form and can be transformed at will. ”

"Mind you, they're not ordinary shapeshifters! What's even more amazing is that it can also transform into a mix of several creatures, such as tentacles with dragon heads and spirit suckers, breathing fire, and grappling and sucking brains at the same time. As the old man spoke, his appearance changed, and the left half of his face became an innocent boy, and the right half of his face became an orc. "I love the ability of this monster, so I caught one myself, and then cast my psionic energy to make it merge with me!"

"Impressive. Muhathir said. "The madness of a madman. But Baibars said.

"Thank you for bringing me to this academy. Muhadi said to the Templars. "But I'll do the rest of the investigation alone. I'll naturally have Corwin's people inform you when I need to. ”

"I can't ask for it. Baibars squeezed out these four words. "Madness is contagious, and I'm scared after staying with a madman for a long time. He looked at Ismail coldly, and without saying goodbye, he turned and walked away.

"It's still easier to communicate with psionics. "I know you don't know about the puppeteer, but you can always take me around the academy, even if it's time, so that I can always pretend to be in front of Princess Dirdley as if I had worked hard." ”

The bald old man thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. Ram's psionic level has always been unrivaled in Attas, and I was honored to bring a psionic with me. Any friend of the Witch King is my friend. ”

He led Muhadi out of the room and showed him the various parts of the castle. This ancient castle has a huge library, a battlefield for psionics to fight, and countless chambers and huts to live in. On the side of the castle away from the gate there is a ship-shaped building, half inlaid in the castle and half exposed. It is said to be an ancient magic ship that could travel to and from the astral plane, and it has now been converted into a storage room.

According to the bald old man's explanation, Muhathir understood that the academy was founded by puppeteers. But there are no reservations in the academy about the information about the founding period, only some rumors and stories. These stories are absurd, with some claiming that the puppeteer actually has two people, and others claiming that the Witch King himself is a puppeteer. Muhati listened for a moment and felt that there was no need to waste time on this.

Beneath the ship-shaped storage room is a dungeon filled with young women. Feeling very strange, Muhati asked, "Why are all young women in prison?"

"It's not all young women. The bald old man explained. "Actually, most of them are men...... Well, it should be said that most of them have been men, and after being locked up here, they will become women. ”

"What do you mean?!"

"You see, the Changing Sea Spirit has an amazing ability to change the physical makeup of other people. The scene was like ** boiling, and it was spectacular. The bald old man said. "I use this power to punish apprentices who make mistakes, and whoever makes a mistake I first turn them into women, and then throw them into the dungeon to be tortured with all kinds of torture instruments. The results are fantastic. ”

"Look," he said. "Male and female, in fact, are two completely different creatures. Compared to women, men's skin is a layer of armor, rough and dull. A woman's skin is a real work of art, with ten times more nerve endings than a man, and you can really feel the world when you wear it, and perceiving the world with a man's body is like looking at a painting through a fog. ”

"When tortured, it will have a tenfold effect?" Muhati did not believe. "It's hard for me to accept that. ”

"You haven't tried to become a woman, I recommend you try it once, the effect will never be forgotten. "The bald old man sued al-Muhadi.

"That's a horrible thing to say. The Psychic shook his head. "I didn't expect you to come up with such a thing. ”

"I didn't come up with that. The bald old man shook his head. "You will definitely be interested in saying it, these statements were all made up by the founder of this hospital, the puppeteer. ”

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