Faust's face changed, and he still hadn't been able to collude with the mayor before Ledstone's eldest son arrived. He had to hurriedly instruct the mayor: "I will trouble you to cooperate with my plan later, believe me, we don't want the city lord to directly control this town." ”

The mayor did not answer. Faust diligently probed his mind and found that he was still oscillating between the Lord of the City and the Greenwood family. Faust was a little frustrated, and it was his own fault that he had miscalculated the time and caused his plan to go awry.

He took a deep breath and picked himself up again, and although the plan was slightly off, it was not irremediable, and Faust was going to do everything in his power to get the mess done.

Faust even had a feeling of boiling blood, you know, counting his previous life, he had not experienced anything like it for nearly forty years - he was either indifferent to others, or harbored vicious suspicions, and if there was anything that could make him feel something similar to happiness, it must be someone else's bad luck, and this dark joy would definitely not make people feel the feeling of blood boiling.

But he knew that it was just a trap, and Faust had feasted on people's complex and subtle emotions these days, which made his psychic powers unusually active, and even faked corresponding emotions in the face of challenges, according to normal human habits.

It was this emotion that alerted Faust to the fact that he was not a normal person until his emotions cooled down, he was a villain, a despicable villain, and there was no trace of warmth or positive happiness in his heart, let alone the positive and optimistic mood of boiling blood.

Faust is well aware of the danger involved, psionic energy is completely different from magic and magic, it is not dead, it is not an objective law or a pure and constant force, on the contrary, it is alive, it is a monster that is one heart and one with its master, but completely different.

The power of psionic energy comes from the heart, it is the product of thinking and emotion, then conversely, its existence is thinking, it is emotion.

When a person is angry, he is often unhappy, but he still has the "ability to be happy", which comes from the soul as well as from the brain, and the psychic mancer draws power from his whole mind, so that the thoughts and emotions contained in his power are not necessarily the same as when he uses the power.

Faust, for example, has never experienced the boiling of blood, but every person of sound soul has this function, and therefore has this power in his power.

Originally, this was nothing, the first credo of a psychic warlock was to "control the mind, not be controlled by the mind", and the confusion of emotions did not really distress a psychic man.

But the power of the mind also comes from the mind, which is the mind, which is intellectually similar to yours and knows all your thoughts, and the most frightening thing is that, for some reason, these intellectual powers tend to have ill will towards those who control them.

The heart is a forbidden door, and those who explore its mysteries will be cursed, and this ancient prophecy has endured countless ups and downs, and all its challengers have been reduced to history, and it remains unbreakable.

The Psychic Warlock must face this challenge, and if he fails, he will not become another person, and there will be no new personality to take over his body—the psychic power is the same as his, but his psionic path has come to an end, and he has been mastered by the mind, not the other way around.

Once again, Faust survived the challenge, which was irregular, and he was harnessed by a superior intellect—Faust's own wisdom. However, this deadly challenge is not unruly, and when psychic power is active, they tend to be more eager to attack, and their offensive will become weaker at this time. As a result, some psychic sorcerers have been able to keep psychic energy active, and have developed a variety of schools.

Faust withstood the pressure from the heart, and had to fight against the external pressure. He glanced at the mayor who was undecided, and hurriedly used his psionic energy to give him a hint - "Hide in your room, you are not ready to face the city lord's envoy."

Hints are a very particular skill, it is not of a high level, any psychic can cast it, and it is rare to make your press not be cracked - the actual mountain, almost every hint will be cracked naturally or unnaturally.

The unnatural kind of nature is actively lifted by others, which is difficult to avoid, and how to make the hint not be cracked by nature, can really show a person's skill in manipulating people's hearts, which has nothing to do with strength, it can only be said that it is a certain talent, and exercise also has a certain effect, but it is far less important than talent.

Faust happens to be a genius in this area, which is why his enlightenment teacher is willing to teach his mind - there is no one in ten thousand who has psionic talents, and those who have no special talents are even more one in ten thousand, and Faust has two special talents at the same time, which is the real reason why he can be favored by two powerful psychic warlocks in succession, as for wisdom, in the eyes of truly powerful psionic people, wisdom is not so important.

Faust watched the mayor hide in the basement, retracting his gaze and refocusing his attention on the lord's eldest son.

The eldest son of the lord of the city—Faust had not yet asked his name, but would have called him a stupid son—did not seem to be in a hurry, and although no one answered the door, he was not impatient, and had been waiting quietly after knocking, neither impatiently leaving, nor constantly knocking, he just waited.

Faust smiled, walked over and opened the door, "Hello, sir, what a coincidence, we came to the mayor's house, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet......"

The stupid son's face was as usual, and he couldn't see that he had been completely suppressed by Faust not long ago, and he was completely defeated, "It's really a clever arrangement of fate, sir." My name is John, John Ledstone. ”

"Did I tell you my name? I don't remember, but even if I did, we could reintroduce me, my name is Faust, Faust Lopez. Faust was a bit arrogant, trying to make the other side angry without being so angry as to ruin the outcome of the negotiation – a degree of certainty that was important, but easy for Faust.

But this time John seemed to have learned his lesson, and Faust could sense that he was a little angry at first, but soon he saw through Faust's trick, and his mood immediately regained his composure.

Faust thought to himself that this was an adversary to be taken seriously - there were two such adversaries, one with a wealth of negotiation skills, and the other with the ability to see through the other person's negotiation skills and avoid pitfalls.

John apparently had the latter, though still very young, but had already shown his head, and some of Faust's petty tricks could not be used against him a second time.

John skipped the topic and looked around, "Where's the mayor?" ”