Thursday, December 16th.

When Ember arrives in the living room, he sees Firth huddled listlessly on the couch, hugging Kura like a pillow. In the kitchen, the sound of gas burning and stir-frying can be heard. It was undoubtedly Hugh and Curalis.

As if hearing movement in the living room, Hugh's energetic voice came from the kitchen:

"Wait a minute, breakfast will be ready soon!"

"Wow~"

In a few moments, Kuralis came to the dining room with several plates at the same time with her large number of tentacles. The format is still the same as before, toast, bacon, omelette, sausage, and a glass of hot milk. After all, Hugh is not a professional chef, and it is impossible to do much richly. But for the average family, such a breakfast is already a luxury.

"Furth!"

Hugh came out of the kitchen and saw Firth stealing on the sofa, and he was immediately angry. Stepping forward quickly, he pinched the face on either side of Folth and forced the sleepy-eyed girl back to her senses, slurring her words and slapping Hugh's wrist vigorously to try to let her go.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Xiu, Zong go, go quickly! ”

Although Hugh let go of his hand in the protest of his friend, he still said with a straight face:

"Do you know it hurts? Hurry up and get me up for breakfast, and then I'll go to the circus show. Also, don't go home until dark, I'll pass by the circus in the afternoon! ”

"Huh!!"

Forth's eyes widened and he looked at Hugh in disbelief, as if to say, 'Is there such a friend as you are?'

Hugh rewarded her with a violent shudder, and she didn't have a good breath:

"This is what you asked for, obviously half a month faster than me to promote to Sequence 8, but you haven't completed the digestion of the potion until now! It's that I used to spoil you too much, but not now, you have to finish digesting the potion before the New Year! ”

"Eh, eh, eh, ?!"

The sorrow of a girl suddenly sounded in the living room, which had made her quite depressed when she got up early in winter, and now she was forced to go to work even more to make Furth's mood worse, and she wanted to cry without tears.

Under the pressure of Hugh's eyes, Furth sat down at the table like a frosted eggplant, and pulled the bacon and fried egg on the plate for a while. Kurara floated behind Firth, stretching out her tentacles as if comforting to massage Firth.

While eating breakfast, Ember suddenly asked:

"How do you digest potions?"

"What else can I do in the circus?"

Furth puffed up his face and muttered, "After all, is there really a difference between juggling and magic?" Anyway, I can clearly feel the digestion of potions when I perform magic tricks in the circus, so the master of tricks might as well simply change his name to magician. ”

Hugh glanced at Firth and asked, "Aren't you a 'magician'?" ”

"It's different."

Furth rolled his eyes and said listlessly, "Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway." Hmm~ I've almost digested my potion, and there will be no problem in a few days. ”

In fact, she would rather lie down in the quilt and sleep lazily than digest the potion. But there is no way, who has put pressure on her people all the time? Hugh would urge her to go to the circus every day to perform magic tricks, and she couldn't even think about it.

And to make sure she doesn't get lazy, she also deliberately chose a circus in the Joe Wood area. So that Hugh would drop by every morning on his way to the East End and watch her enter the circus—and on his way back in the evening, he would also pass by the circus to make sure she was doing her job.

Although it is occasionally possible to ask Hugh for a day of sleep, this opportunity is not necessarily once a week. Rather than continue to suffer like this, it is better to digest the potion in one fell swoop—then you have no reason to force me to go to the circus, right?

Furth hummed softly to the song of his hometown, and praised his wit.

"The circus."

Ember suddenly pointed out, "This is indeed a good place to digest, and the next sequence of the master of tricks is the astrologer." In addition to performing magic tricks, the circus can also perform divination, and when you are promoted to astrologer, you can also continue to go to the circus to complete the next stage of potion digestion. ”

Hugh's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Good idea! ”

Furth looked at the two people who were discussing how to 'murder' him in disbelief, and let out a quail-like whimper:

"Nope! You can't do this to me! It's okay to do magic, but if you want to do divination or something, you have to at least find a soothsayer club, right? ”

"Okay."

Hugh didn't hesitate to say, "I've got you covered, and I'll go and help you contact the soothsayers club tomorrow." ”

Firth was dumbfounded, and when he looked at it again, he found that Hugh and Ember had a successful smile at the same time, and he immediately wanted to cry without tears. She still doesn't understand that these two people are clearly deliberately bringing themselves into the pit when they sing and harmonize!

But it's impossible to regret it now, because it was she who took the initiative to go to the soothsayer's club.

After breakfast, the three of them went their separate ways.

Ember headed north towards the Northside, while the two of them headed east to Jowood.

The warmth of the day melted away the snow that had fallen last night, leaving Beckland's pavement wet, leaving potholes of rainwater at the shoulder where the paved road meets the sidewalk. From time to time, horse-drawn carriages deliberately drove along the sidewalk, splashing a large amount of water floating with thin ice and dust, and quickly moving away from the curses of passers-by greeting their ancestors.

Beckland is located in the middle of the kingdom, only a few dozen kilometers away from the Sunia Sea, with light rain all year round, with an average maximum temperature of 28 degrees Celsius in July and a minimum of about 2 degrees Celsius in winter. But that doesn't stop people from feeling cold here, and even the people of North Fersak, who are accustomed to living in the snow and ice, sometimes can't bear the damp shade that penetrates clothing and flesh.

Ember walked on the innermost side of the sidewalk, heading towards the North Side. Although he already has the Traveler's Ring, which can quickly teleport to St. Samuel's Cathedral, Ember still chooses to walk.

After all, if he used teleportation wherever he went, it would take a lot of fun out of his life, which did not fit the definition of 'human'.

By the time Ember arrived at St. Samuel's Church, the church's large prayer hall was already crowded with worshippers. As usual, Ember stoodly walked through the Grand Prayer Hall to the back of the church and found Archbishop Anthony.

"Good morning, Your Excellency."

Archbishop Anthony bowed slightly to greet Ember and smiled, "Have you found the answer you're looking for?" ”

In the face of Anthony's inquiry, Ember was not surprised at all, but just said calmly:

"I don't know."

This answer made Anthony stunned slightly, as if he was lost in thought, because he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Archbishop Anthony."

Ember didn't wait for Anthony to answer, and suddenly asked, "Is the witch's potion ready?" ”

"Yes."

Anthony nodded lightly and said slowly, "A witch potion, as well as a 'recorder' potion required by Your Excellency, the main material required by the Night Church is available, and it can be configured at any time." ”

"But before that, I must warn you."

Anthony paused, then added, "In ancient times, only sequence 6 was the true starting point of the middle sequence. This is not only a symbol of strength, but also the beginning of madness and danger. Your Excellency, you should know that the process of taking potions will inevitably accumulate madness and accumulate out of control. ”

"In the low sequences, as long as the potion is digested strictly by following the play, there is almost no risk of getting out of control. But this does not mean that the accumulation of madness and runaway control does not exist, and from the moment the Extraordinary person takes the potion, the residual mental influence of the potion is increasing day by day. ”

"At the low sequence, the 'effects' of these accumulations are still small and rarely manifested. But when promoted to the true middle sequence, which is sequence 6, these risks of getting out of control will initially emerge. Therefore, even if you are promoted after completely digesting the potion, there is still a great risk of getting out of control. ”

This is also why, starting with Sequence 5, every promotion must be accompanied by a ceremony. Because these rituals can help the extraordinary, minimizing the risk of losing control. ”

"So I'd like to confirm a question, did you have any abnormalities in the process of taking potions and digesting potions? For example, a drastic change in temperament caused by the residual mental influence of potions, or a whisper that you might hear? ”

Archbishop Anthony's expression was extremely serious, obviously in his eyes, even if he had a way to play, it was not safe to want to advance to Sequence 6.

Faced with Archbishop Anthony's serious inquiry, Ember shrugged and said:

"I don't think so, or I'll know."

"Is that so?"

Archbishop Anthony sighed and said softly, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment, and I will concoct the potion for you." ”

Anthony pulled open the drawer and pulled out a square box from inside. The lid of the box was opened, revealing what it contained—a wrinkled and raised translucent thing that looked like a brain. But it's only one-fifth the size of a normal human brain, and its color isn't pink, but grayish-white.

It was one of the main ingredients needed to concoct the Recorder's potion - the complete Brain of Asman.

Anthony quickly and skillfully concocted the 'Recorder' potion—a grayish-white bottle that looked like sewage scooped up from a pothole in the street. And neither Anthony nor Ember had any hesitation about this, Anthony handed it to Ember as soon as he prepared it, and Ember drank it directly.

The cool, slippery 'sewage' sensation quickly filled his mouth, then slid through his esophagus and into his stomach.

Then, the feeling came!

Ember felt like his brain was rapidly expanding, gray folds and bumps were growing wildly, and his body was gradually blurring and breaking into cells. The cells have a halo of light, as if they form a 'door' around the brain.

It was an experience that had never been experienced before, and the potions of the past had never felt like a body being torn apart and reorganized. But even then, Ember is well aware that it was all an illusion - because he had no brain at all, he was just a cloud of ash.

As if realizing that the change had no effect, Ember faintly heard a strange murmur again, but it was very ethereal, very vague, and it was impossible to distinguish the specific words. The voice seemed to grow clearer and clearer as it grew closer and nearer, as if it was trying to make Ember hear what it meant.

The voice was like a thread of silk that was spreading from the depths of unknowable darkness, eager to burrow into the embers' brain. Ember frowned slightly, wanted to enter someone else's house but wouldn't even knock on the door?

In the blink of an eye, a faint flame rose from the 'spirit world'.

The thread disappeared into the flames like moths to a flame, without any effect. Almost at the same time, a great deal of pure knowledge reverberated in Ember's mind, allowing him to understand how to use the 'Recorder' ability:

The altered 'brain' reproduces the extraordinary abilities used by the target, and then drives the activated cells to form corresponding symbols, patterns, and logos to complete the storage. This is "I come, I see, I record", with the spirit as the pen and the spirit as the paper. This is almost identical to the ability of Furth's 'Lemanno's Travel Notes', but it's not surprising. After all, that notebook was originally made with the extraordinary characteristics of a recorder.

But Ember frowned slightly for some reason, although when the extraordinary person was promoted, the corresponding ability of the sequence in his mind would come to mind, which was similar to the 'memory inheritance' contained in the bloodline of those extraordinary creatures. But the 'silk thread' that tried to burrow into his mind was obviously not part of the memory inheritance.

According to Archbishop Anthony, this should also be the so-called spiritual residue, and it is also the source of loss of control and danger, but Ember does not feel that the so-called spiritual residue can affect him! It wasn't like the remnants of spirituality from the time of a transcendent being, but more like someone actively burrowing into his body—to use a more appropriate metaphor, Ember felt like someone was taking it away.

Anthony saw Ember open his eyes and said with a smile:

"Looks like you're adapting quickly."

"I'm sorry, I'm thinking about something."

Ember came back to his senses after a few moments and replied apologetically.

Anthony smiled and waved his hand to show that he didn't mind.

Soon he took out another box from the drawer, which contained two extraordinary ingredients, the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish and the egg of the Agate Peacock. In addition to this, there are a number of auxiliary materials, which are the extraordinary ingredients needed to concoct the Assassin's Path Sequence 7 Witch Potion, which can be completed by mixing them with 80 ml of pure water.

But Anthony didn't rush to mix the potion, but closed the box and pushed it towards the embers.

"Your Excellency."

Anthony smiled and said, "I think you can try to mix this potion yourself." ”

Ember glanced at Anthony and bowed slightly: "Okay." ”

Ember grabbed the wooden box in his hand, and the ring on his hand instantly bloomed with an illusory light blue light, and his figure disappeared with it. Anthony was slightly stunned by this scene, and it took several seconds to react, his eyes looking at the place where the embers had disappeared.

It seems that His Excellency should have in his possession a magical item made by the extraordinary properties of the Traveler. This means that there is a high probability that His Excellency has already made contact with the Abrahams.

……

At the same time, outside the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's family.

Ember's figure quietly appeared by the wall outside the villa, and followed the wall to the main entrance of the villa, conveying a message to the manservant at the door that he wanted to visit. The manservant clearly recognized the embers, did not dare to slack off, and quickly entered the house.

After a while, the butler came out of the living room and said respectfully:

"Viscount Black, Earl Hall, they're having breakfast, please come with me."

"Thank you."

Ember bowed slightly, followed the butler into the house, and as soon as he arrived in the living room, he saw Audrey and Susie coming out from the direction of the dining room. The housekeeper was slightly stunned, and immediately realized that his job had been robbed, and turned to leave the living room with a good-natured smile.

"Follow me."

Audrey was stared at by the servants, and a hint of crimson immediately appeared on her cheeks, and she whispered and stomped upstairs.

Ember shrugged and followed the girl all the way to the small living room upstairs, next door to Audrey's room. Susie also followed in and closed the door with her legs.

"Is something wrong?"

The disguised crimson on Audrey's face disappeared and asked in a low voice.

Ember is concise and to the point, directly stating the purpose of his visit:

"I'd like to ask you to help me make a potion."

Audrey blinked, and after confirming that Ember was not joking, she bowed slightly:

"Okay."

Susie crouched on the ground, silently observing the two of them, wagging her tail and falling into thought. Isn't it easy to mix potions? All you have to do is mix the extraordinary ingredients with pure water, which Audrey does every time. This kind of thing is the same no matter who does it. Why do you have to ask Audrey for help with such a trivial matter? Could it be ......

Susie suddenly had a look of sudden realization on her face, and a smile like a knock on her face - a dog might be startled if someone saw such a look.

"Alright."

Audrey quickly and skillfully mixed potions, and at the same time asked with some curiosity:

"Is this the recorder's potion?"

She knew that Ember was already an astrologer in Sequence 7, which is why she asked.

"It's not."

Ember shook his head and said, "This is the witch's potion recipe. ”

"Huh? Witch? ”

Audrey, who had just mixed the potion, shook her hand and asked hesitantly, "If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be a potion that can turn a man into a woman......"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw an intricately carved urn appear out of Ember's palm—it was the urn of the Kurala sisters. Before Audrey could react, Ember had already poured the potion onto the ashes.

"Audrey."

Ember suddenly asked, "Do you have any extra clothes?" ”

"Huh?"

Audrey was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious of her ears.

"Not me."

Ember shook his head, and as soon as he flipped his palm, a small soul bell appeared, and with the crisp rattle, two small jellyfish appeared out of thin air. The next moment, the two small jellyfish floating in the air changed with a 'bang' - from the original white and pink little jellyfish to two little girls with white and delicate skin.

It's just that they seem, probably, probably, maybe, as if they didn't have clothes.

Well, that's why Bishop Anthony didn't just concoct potions.

Audrey's eyes lit up, staring intently at the two little Loli flying in the air. Although she didn't speak, Susie, who had been promoted to mind reader and was silently observing the two, read a hint of information from the girl's face:

"So cute! I really want to have a pet like this! ”

Susie's wagging tail suddenly stopped, her expression gradually changed, the smile on her face froze and stagnated, and her eyes were full of innocence and grievances, so love will disappear, right?

(End of chapter)