"Whew!"

Lan En snapped his eyes open and took a breath, letting his palm withdraw from the large, misshapen, broken skull.

Looked at the skull in disbelief.

Just now, the moment it touched the skull, he saw a brief memory as if he had entered the state of [Memory Diving].

It was a young man talking to an old man sitting in a rocking chair with his back to him.

The old man was dressed in elaborate and ornate clothes, and he appeared to be of high status, and he was called 'Master William' by the young people.

The young man seems to be saying goodbye to his teacher as an academic betrayer.

Master William didn't seem to care much about this betrayal, his tone was erratic and meaningless, and it seemed that he had been betrayed so many times that he was used to it.

It was only at the end, the former teacher and the student, for the last time, that they reread their ancient precepts together.

We were born in the blood of the ancient gods, grew up in the blood of the ancient gods, and will eventually end in the blood of the ancient gods, and our vision is not broad enough."

"Fear the blood of the old gods." *2

After the last words of the words were uttered by the students and teachers in unison, the footsteps of the young man faded away, and finally the door was closed, leaving only the old man to sway in his rocking chair.

He muttered, "Swear to the gods, Lawrence fears the blood of the old gods." ”

This is where the memory ends.

"Lawrence?" Lan En looked at the palm of the hand that had touched the deformed skull just now, and his fingers rubbed against each other, as if he was still remembering the touch of the bone.

"The skull is Lawrence's, and the founder of the Healing Church is also beastificent. And the master William who was betrayed by him"

The witcher remembers Amelia's last awakening on her deathbed.

It's a 'proverb that has been handed down since the time of Byron Weiss,' she said.

"The Healing Church inherits the ancient teachings of Byron Weiss as a motto, and Master William should be a scholar of Byron Weis, and even a leader in learning."

Lan En guessed.

Academic disputes are mild in the eyes of those who have not been in contact with them.

But in fact, the ruthlessness and determination in it are not lost to the power struggle at all.

Because the right to speak and academic authority is itself a huge power.

And in the treacherous and blood-worshipping Yanan, Lan En thinks that this kind of academic strife will be even more apparent. Hard to describe.

Master William doesn't seem to be a fan of using the blood of the old gods, so what exactly is his academic philosophy?

The witcher pondered for a moment in the silent hall of the church, but there was too little information and understanding.

The current situation of the Yanan region is closely related to their history, this is a deep and ancient land, how much can a foreigner know?

And just as he was thinking about it, Lan En suddenly had a strange feeling.

He felt that his vision suddenly appeared abnormally misaligned, and after a moment of confusion, everything was back to its original state.

But it's not just 'as it is', he feels like he can 'see' more things that he didn't care about before, or didn't notice at all.

This sudden change in his senses made him dizzy uncontrollably for a moment.

But strangely, he didn't feel dangerous about it, or activated his inner sense of vigilance.

He inexplicably felt that the world in his eyes was more 'real' than ever.

It was as if he had used his witcher senses for the first time after the grass trial.

"What's going on?"

Lan En kneaded his fingers against his temples, looking puzzled.

He was sure that he hadn't injected Yanan's strange blood into his body, and that he had even avoided direct contact with the monster's blood during the fight.

There is no eating that should not be eaten, and no water being drunk is not drinking.

If you want to do strange things, you just touch the skull of Lawrence's beast.

"Mentos, do you have a clue?"

After reviewing his actions and discovering that there was no abnormality at all, Lan En asked the biological intelligence brain that monitored his body data all the time.

However, the biological brain, which has always been well-organized, actually uses intelligent voice to show a kind of uncertainty at this time.

"It's a strange phenomenon, sir."

Mentos said as Lane felt it check itself over and over again.

"My computing power has not been banned, but how can I say that the algorithm has been optimized? My computing speed has gone up. And you're right, I do have an extra sensory data in addition to your five senses here. ”

"It's like you've done some kind of surgery to connect your sensory system to an external device, but you haven't changed anything lately, have you?"

Even Mentos didn't have a clue and could only make a concluding statement about the current state of affairs.

"For now, that's a good thing. Your senses are uplifted in a way. ”

"yes, I've been promoted. I could feel things I couldn't find before, just like now, I always felt something whispering in the dark shadows. ”

"Insight." Mentos suddenly said, "I call this new ability [Insight]. We don't know if this thing is good or bad yet, and it would be nice to ask someone who knows how to do it. When the time comes, whether you want to find a way to get rid of this ability or use it, there will always be a direction. It's not like now, when we both guess like headless flies. ”

"I agree." Lann lowered his fingers from his temples and nodded.

His left hand was habitually resting on the scabbard on his left waist.

But unlike before, when he touched the sword of the Lake Maiden, it felt like he had touched a light as gentle as a lake.

But when he looked at it with the naked eye, it was still a blade of steel.

Was it because of his [insight] relationship that he felt the power of the Lady of the Lake when she was building this god-made weapon?

Lan En was a little unsure.

——

"It's vision." Henrik, the old hunter, sat on the stone steps of Orton's chapel and said to Rann with great certainty.

"Vision?" Lann chewed on the word. "The vision of the soul body? Beyond the physical senses? ”

This word can basically extend these two meanings.

The old hunter tilted his head and looked at the young stranger.

"Your talent. Very good. Henrik pondered for a long time before raising his eyebrows and saying his evaluation.

"Spiritual vision has always been what Master William is pursuing. Although he had achieved something a long time ago, his students still wanted to acquire this ability. It can only be said that it is not easy. ”

The old hunter has a lot of seniority, almost the same as the profession of a hunter.

According to him, he became a hunter at the beginning of the establishment of the Healing Church, which at that time also inherited many of the habits and knowledge that Lawrence brought with him from Byron Weis.

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