"What, Abraham?"

"Ugh...... Southern Continent? Last era? I think it's like I've fished a daredevil out of the forest."

"The kid is insane? Alas...... After all, they faced a disaster of that magnitude."

"Adam? He said he could provide counseling?"

Hearing the name, Thoth's face turned grim, and after a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Yes, but every one of his operations must be carried out under the 360° surveillance of the Voyeur's Eye—even though he is your son, I will not give him a chance to give him a psychological suggestion."

"Okay, thank you for your understanding, I'll be right back."

"So, you're going back?"

Amon played with the half-withered, half-glorious branch, and raised his eyes as Thoth covered the sarcoma with his sleeve.

"I couldn't have stayed long." Thoth sighed, "Although I'd really like to do some research on how to bypass the 'homicide' step."

"I'll leave it to work."

"You?"

"Turning the cost into a small one, and making it small one is what I'm good at." Amon straightened his monocle, "Or do you think I can't handle it?"

"Not really, but I'll give you something to make things go more smoothly."

Tou pointed his eyebrows, and a ball of knowledge floated out and landed in the palm of Amon's hand, and Amon also understood its contents in an instant.

"As a sign of loyalty to God, Abraham reluctantly tied his son Isaac to the altar, and God sensed his devotion and ordered an angel to stop him from raising his sword and beheading him. At the same time, a lost lamb came up from the mountain, and God commanded Abraham to seize the sheep and make a burnt offering with it instead of Isaac."

"This god's way of buying people's hearts is really stupid."

These were the first words Amon said after learning about this old legend, and the next one was, "Bethel is the case?? Did Abraham hear this legend?"

"Not really. You don't know about his arrogant nature, I'm afraid you'll be so angry that you will change your surname on the spot, right?" Thoth coughed lightly, "This secret core is quite easy to understand."

"Scapegoat...... Amon chuckled, "Nice idea."

Upon returning to the North, Thoth went to meet Adam as soon as possible.

"You want to help my believers with psychological counseling?"

"Yes."

"So, at what cost?"

The psychiatrist's baby-like eyes and solemn priest's robe can easily give people the impression of kindness and compassion, as if everything he does falls into the category of "charity", and putting the "price" on the table seems to be an insult - but everyone is a mythical creature, and this set of coaxing ordinary people and low-order extraordinary people is enough, and "one hand to pay, one hand to deliver" is the last word.

"There is no price." Adam sensed His distrust, but still looked at Him with clear eyes, "This is my confession."

Thoth's brow twitched uncontrollably, and he said in his heart, what kind of fame is this guy doing? Who has been leading the Dusk Hermit Society to be a demon before, saying everywhere that his father is an evil god?!

"So what did you do wrong?"

He tried to speak as quietly as possible, and at the same time to be alert, lest he accidentally be planted with a mental suggestion.

"I was wrong in shallowness and ignorance." Adam's tone was filled with sincerity, "I should have realized that my father did have moments of brilliance and glory, but he who fell into the dust and was covered in mud was still him, and what I worship and love should not be just a crown or a privilege, but the father himself."

"And from now on, I will stand by His side again, and share in His glory and disgrace."

Thoth was stuck, and although he had always had this truth in his heart, why was it so strange to say it from Adam's mouth...... Wait, He didn't read my heart, did he?

But when you think about it, it's also a bit difficult for the viewer to not read minds at all, and it's a way to be known for being good at speculating on psychological dynamics from clues — a lot of the time not even deliberate, more almost instinctive

Just as He likes to collect secrets and study them, he usually does so before he even reacts.

"Confession and the like, come to Him and say it to Himself." Thoth brought up the topic, "I accept your help, but in order to prevent you from planting psychological hints on my dependents during the treatment process, which will affect the operation of the school at some point in the future, I will take a series of insurance measures."

Adam calmly said, "I accept it."

In an instant, the kerosene lamps in the room dimmed a little, and countless illusory eyes opened on the walls, floors, and ceilings, almost making the dense phobia faint on the spot, and they looked at Adam without emotion, at the top of his head, at the back of his head, at his cheeks, at his neck, at his juniors, at his waist, abdomen, and ankles - it can be described as 360 degrees without dead ends, Adam suddenly gave birth to the illusion that these eyes were actually invisible scalpels, and the blades of the blades would cut through his own skin, separate his own tissues, pick out his internal organs, and scavenge the deep secrets— Not even a little bone marrow will be spared.

Mythical creatures don't need to breathe to survive, but Adam had the illusion of being out of breath for a moment, a flash of gold floating under his eyes, and dragon scales under his skin ready to fly.

The next moment, these eyes turned into a state of secrecy, the kerosene lamp was as bright as ever, and the fire kang that had been popularized in the north in recent years dutifully emitted heat, which made people feel extremely relieved, as if the sense of crisis just now was just an illusion.

"By the way, there's this."

Thoth pulled out a blank piece of paper, and in the lower right corner was a scale-shaped pattern—the seal and the ink that stamped it were once in the possession of the omniscient and all-powerful Creator's study, and were one day given to the Hidden Sage.

Written on the paper was a line, "I, Adam, the Fantasy Angel, hereby swear that I shall not in any way sow psychological hints against Tristan Darby in the course of his treatment that are unfavorable to the Mustard School."

Tristan Darby is the surviving demigod, and the Mustard Seed School is the name Thoth gave to his school, and "mustard seed" means something small.

"Take a fingerprint."

Thoth smiled and handed over a box of ink.

Awesome. Adam took his fingerprint and thought that I could still take an oath in the presence of a magical object I had made.

After examining it, Thot sent the demigod named Tristan Darby in—he had come in sideways, and he had been startled for the past few days because of his mental damage, the slightest sound of footsteps could make him tremble, the sound of a bird could knock him to the ground, and the light of the fire in the fireplace could even make him reveal his incomplete mythical creature form.

Although there are occult psychiatrists in the north, they are all demigods, and it is really difficult for them to treat a demigod who reveals a mythical biological form anytime and anywhere, so they can only mix sleep aid drugs into his food, supplemented by the "sleep" charm to slowly nourish to ensure that his spirit is in a relatively calm state.

When he was asleep, the young demigod looked like a child, his expression serene, and he did not look at it in the slightest sign that he had experienced a terrible disaster.

Adam also omitted the hypnosis step, intending to dive directly into his dreams.

"Your eyes won't be limited to this little room, will you?"

Before entering the dream, Adam suddenly came to this sentence meaningfully.

When the "Voyeur" reaches Sequence 4, he can attach the "Voyeur Eye" to a foreign object, and if it sees it, it is equivalent to the user seeing, and once it is in a hidden state, it is difficult to be detected. Although there is a limit to the distance, the distance increases with each level of ascendment—except that no one knows how far Thoth's gaze can reach.

Thoth understood what Adam meant, he wanted to ask himself why he didn't just put the voyeuristic eye in Stiano's house, but in front of an audience, any rash answer would be a breakthrough to expose his weakness, so he ignored the question and said with a blank face, "Doctor, please do what you have to do."

Adam didn't insist either, and went straight into the dream.

As for why not let the Voyeur Eye go...... Thoth let out a breath from his nose, it was all a blessing for Tothrentos.

In the empire was established

At one of the first meetings, this one-eyed guy pointed out that the "certain abilities" of "certain ways" were very harmful to the privacy and security of his colleagues, and strongly asked His Majesty the Emperor to make some constraints, and this initiative was overwhelmingly passed by a show of hands, so that some occult "barriers" were erected between the various jurisdictions.

Oh yes, and at the mention of "certain paths", many people's eyes turned to Zoroaster, Zarathu, and Thoth, and then to turn back as if nothing had happened.

Later, Thoth did not try to place the voyeuristic eye across provinces, but as soon as he crossed that "line", the annoying shadow of order would blur his vision like mud, and he could not see anything clearly, and in order to monitor the movements of the Stiano family, he had to use the primitive means of inserting eyeliner.

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Tristan Darby is running.

Although his body had recovered to its original state, there was still a blinding flash of fire in front of his eyes from time to time, the tip of his nose still smelled of smoke and burning, his ears were always filled with the screams of the crowd and the crackling of burning wood, and there was still a burning sensation behind him that was about to dry his body of water—the heat was chasing him like a hungry hyena.

He had to run, run until he was exhausted and couldn't stop.

A white mist rose in front of him, and Tristan was in a trance for a moment before realizing that it was his own exhalation. His movements slowed down by the soreness of his hands and feet, and the winter cold caught up with him, giving him goosebumps on his arm. Cold is the opposite of piping hot, and after realizing that he is far from the flames, his gallop turns into a trot, and the trot turns into a slow walk, and the last bit of burnt smell dissipates at the tip of the pen, replaced by a bitter smell that makes him wrinkle his nose.

"It's ...... Herbal soup to boil." Tristan thought to himself, "Floating out of Dali's shop."

Dalí is a Sequence 9 pharmacist who has a folk herb shop on Thyme Street. People's ability to associate is far stronger than they think, and this strength is largely due to their rich life experience, given a fragment, they can find the corresponding other half from the huge "material library". Adam didn't even need to do much induction, Tristan complemented the image and sound with a little bit of temperature and smell.

Drawn by an invisible hand, he sketched in his mind the familiar cityscape of Thyme Street, and it was early in the morning, with small traders and vendors setting up their stalls early, mashed potatoes, pan-fried fish, hot oyster soup, freshly picked vegetables from farms outside the city...... All kinds of shouts came and went, some people hurriedly passed by, some people stopped to carefully select, and the aroma of food and the smell of sweat on people merged together to achieve a wonderful harmony.

To many, such a noisy place is not for a demigod to come to, but Tristan believes that it is better to understand the teachings of the hidden sage by strolling through the city than sitting in the study.

"When you raise your eyes to the stars, don't forget that the earth is lifting you......

"No matter how majestic the mountain you climb or how glorious the crown you wear, never forget where you come from......

"No one is born great, and God has the first time he opens his eyes to the world......

"What makes you thrive is a drop of milk from your mother's bosom, a grain of rice from a ploughman's hoe, and a fat and strong animal raised by a farmer...... What makes you decent is the crunching spinning wheel of the weaver, the needle and thread of the tailor's cut and sewn, and the skillful hand of the craftsman who is good at polishing the ornaments...... What makes you emotionally rich is your family, like-minded friends, and heart-to-heart lovers......

"All greatness comes from ordinary ......"

"You need to always be humble, you need to respect every mother who has worked hard, every farmer who sweats like rain...... You need to respect every simple, kind, diligent and dedicated person, no matter where they were born or raised......

The bustling crowd and the shouting did not prevent Tristan from reciting the Book of Concealment, just as the wandering life of the Gabians did not prevent them from worshipping the Hidden Sage.

After all, it is also said in the holy scriptures, "If the heart is pious, the place under your feet is the church."

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After the street service, Tristan came to an art workshop, where the apprentices and masters were getting up no later than the street vendors, and they were making one by one the orders from wealthy merchant or aristocratic families, some making sculptures, some painting oils, some drawing garden plans, and some building models out of wooden sticks...... Just when everyone was too busy to raise their heads, a gray-bearded painter put down his pen and strolled out with his pipe.

The old painter came to the bustling crowd and asked the vendor for a pan-fried fish. As he stood in line, Tristan walked up to him, but his eyes did not look at him, and as he passed by, he took a slender cylinder from the painter's paint-stained hand, and then returned to his lodgings, opened the lid of the cylinder, and pulled out a rolled-up piece of paper from it.

"On the night of the 27th, the Stiano family will feast on the guests, and the cultists will mix in with the guests."

(PS: I'm going to fix the time for the update, so I'll post it regularly at 11 o'clock every night.) ）