Jung's expressions were subtle, and the facial expressions of the Bloods were scarce, and without rigorous training, their rigid muscles would not be able to express the richness of emotions like a living person. But as a rather bizarre Barak bloodliner, he has plenty of time and interest to learn and participate in all kinds of mortal matters, and can be almost indistinguishable from ordinary people in terms of facial control. This is what makes Cheese realize that the complicated expression on Jung's face when he says the names of those evil gods one by one, it is not fear, nor hatred, but more like a mixture of tangled helplessness, and this also shows what he knows.

"Do you really think this thing is on the same level as that, well, exists? I don't want to, not the slightest, to make those things come alive because of your miscalculations. Blood's voice sounded bitter, and he slowly and carefully considered every word, just to make the mage realize how important what he was saying. Many people have learned of names and descriptions of the existence to which they refer, from those ancient and lost books, and their imagination has led them to understand these accounts only to the point of very superficiality. Jung didn't want the gray robe to be one of them.

Cheese's eyes narrowed slightly, and the other party's reaction was somewhat unexpected. In his judgment, Jung should have known how many cult groups and what little information they had about them. But he never expected the vampire to understand what the so-called evil gods were, and what their followers worshipped. Now it seemed that things would be much easier, if only he could prove something.

"It's simple, it's very simple. Cheese reached out and twisted the corpse from the tin box, put it to his lips and whispered something. The shriveled corpse suddenly began to tremble strangely, and as the mage lowered it on the counter, the corpse's shell and tentacles began to swell and crack. Some black-gray substance resembling muscles and fascia emerges from the carapace, as if it is about to break free from the restraints of its original body like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. But the metamorphosis was not complete, and after the thing had lost what it could call a bug and turned into a strange mixture, the structure that made it up collapsed into a puddle of soot-like debris. Immediately afterward, even the debris disappeared in a dark red glow, leaving only tiny specks on the wooden counter.

Jung didn't react for a long time after witnessing this scene, his cheeks twitching mechanically and his throat constricted, as if swallowing non-existent saliva. The vampire took a deep breath and moved his eyes from the counter to Cheese with undisguised hostility in his gaze, "Explain to me that you're not one of them, or I wouldn't have let you step out of this room again at the cost of my life." ”

He wasn't joking, and although it wasn't clear why, Jung's gesture was enough to illustrate Barak's hatred of the gods and their worshippers. It is not surprising that an elf will accept and enjoy his blood identity, there must be a complex reason, the reason why it is difficult for non-human races to transform into blood is largely because their innate view of life and life and death is not like that of humans. If accepting the blood of the True Ancestor and following the rules of the Bloodline is a trade-off for humans, then for elves, what is lost is far greater than what is gained. This is why the Barak Bloodline is scarce.

Cheese's face was as usual, and he even felt that Jung's reaction was the best reaction, because a person with such an awareness must know the horror of evil gods, and understand that those existences are a disaster that can be eliminated from this world, and he spread his hands on the table, "I am a mage. The difference between a mage and a sorcerer is that witchcraft is subjective. Spellcasters of witchcraft often do not know much about the powers they wield, and do not want to know too much, they have a cult affection for the elements, spirits, demons, and gods, and believe that they can use their power to cast spells. ”

"Mages are different, and mages' world is unforgiving. We don't worship anything, the natural, the supernatural, or even ourselves, which is not important, only the immutable truth that runs between them. Magic is never in effect by anyone's hand, there are reasons in everything in the world, and if you grasp these principles, use them, and control them, the result is to cast spells. For non-spellcasters, spells are something incredible, for mages, spellcasting is a skill, and mastering spells is an accumulation of knowledge, it couldn't be clearer and simpler. And since the truth is in everything, as long as one can perceive its scaly claws, even if it is from the power of the evil gods, of course magic can be copied and imitated. And I happen to be the one who studies these, and the purpose of research is to get rid of them. ”

Cheese's words are half-true, he is not deceiving people about the difference between wizards and mages, unlike the shamans of the grassland, mages are cold, even a little impersonal, they have no reverence for the power they use, so they can control it objectively. But is there really a law in the power of the evil god that can be mastered? I'm afraid the answer is no, at least based on the current research of Cheese, the more he understands the existence beyond the expression, the more aware of this becomes. If there is anyone in the world who can contradict him, it is Clark, the Lord of the Gray Tower, who has disappeared into the wheel of life and death. However, to explain all this to Jung and quickly convince him is too complicated and lengthy, and it will inevitably make the vampire doubt his identity, so he simply lies.

Lies tend to work only for two kinds of people, one is the one who doesn't think at all, they hear what they hear and don't doubt. On the other hand, people who question every sentence have to suspect everything, try to refute everything, and therefore often accept it when faced with logically unassailable arguments. Jung, of course, belonged to the latter group, and it was precisely because of his knowledge of the caster, especially from the mages of the City of Ten Thousand Laws, that his knowledge of spells corroborated with what Cheese said, which deepened his certainty. His only problem was that he wasn't a researcher of evil gods, and he couldn't be blamed.

"Well, I'll trust you for now. But then again, as soon as I find out that you are not what you say you are, I will not hesitate to kill you, I swear. The Bloodline's tone was no joke.

"I also swear that I am not a believer in any evil god or their lackey, that I belong to this world and fight to defend it. Cheese placed his right hand on his heart and promised, a gesture that the knights of the Greylion would do when they swore an oath.

At this point, Jung's expression finally softened, he closed his eyes and nodded, turned around and took out a bottle of green wine, and poured a glass for the mage and himself, "This is a wine made from herbs from the forests of my hometown, drink it." Then I'll say a lot to you. ”