Chapter 1015: Growing Respectively (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)

"Okay." Emlyn replied very calmly.

Maric didn't say anything else; his figure suddenly vanished.

He knew that a specific plan of action couldn't be worked out in one go. Emlyn White would need to go back first and consult the vampire high-ups, so he didn't linger.

This might be my chance to gain divinity and become a count… Emlyn watched with a smile as Maric, this "vengeful spirit," left silently.

He hadn't yet digested the Beyonder characteristic of "Crimson Scholar," so the so-called chance to become a count referred to getting a promise of a free ritual or the corresponding potion formula.

The carriage continued forward and stopped in front of the Harvest Church. Emlyn looked contentedly at the grayish-white mist in the sky, pressed down on his silk hat, and walked out of the carriage at a leisurely pace, passing through the gate.

After changing into a brown priest's robe, he grabbed a rag and a bucket of clean water and began diligently wiping the candlesticks on both sides.

When Father Utravsky, who seemed to have grown taller, finished his morning sermon, Emlyn stopped his work and complained:

"Why did you let Ernest go back?"

"He only asked to do volunteer work for a month." Father Utravsky didn't show the slightest annoyance at the question Emlyn had been repeating from time to time recently; he replied with great patience.

Thinking of his own situation, Emlyn felt a little unbalanced and couldn't help muttering:

"He was forced to do volunteer work, he didn't volunteer of his own free will. He can't set the term himself—it should be at least half a year!"

Father Utravsky smiled and responded:

"He did quite well. He worked hard that entire month, guiding the believers, copying the scriptures. I could clearly feel that he had come to appreciate the preciousness of life and the joy of the harvest."

Emlyn's facial muscles twitched slightly:

"Is he also—no, has he become a believer of the Earth Mother?"

"No, and I didn't plan to force him to convert," Father Utravsky said gently. "I just made him understand the Mother's teachings and feel the details of life. I hope that when he feels lost in the future, he will remember that he has such a spiritual home, a mother's embrace."

Emlyn's lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing. He lowered his head and continued wiping.

....

In a building in Jowood District.

Fors sat on a high-backed chair, her gaze slightly unfocused as she stared at the empty glass bottle on the desk in front of her.

She had finally digested the "Astrologer" potion some time ago, and today, under Xio's care, she had prepared the "Recorder" potion using Asman's brain and an ancient wraith's cursed object. She mustered her courage and drank it down.

At that moment, she felt her brain rapidly expanding, gray wrinkles and bulges increasing wildly, while her body gradually became ethereal, breaking down into individual cells.

Those cells, glowing with halos, seemed to form a "door" around her brain.

Vaguely, Fors heard the familiar murmurs again, but they were very faint and blurry, impossible to make out specific words. With her rich experience, it had no effect on her.

Without knowing how long passed, Fors finally regained control of her brain and cells and felt the existence of her body.

Almost simultaneously, a vast amount of knowledge echoed in her mind, making her understand how to use the "Recorder" ability:

The mutated "brain" reproduces the extraordinary ability used by the target, then drives the activated parts of the cells to form corresponding symbols, patterns, and marks, completing the storage.

This is "I came, I saw, I recorded," using spirit as the pen and the spiritual body as paper!

At present, only one extraordinary ability with divine influence can be recorded. The higher the target's Sequence, the higher my failure rate. Even for Sequence 4, more than ten attempts may not guarantee success. Eight abilities from Sequences 6 and 5 can be recorded, with half the original effect. Twenty abilities from Sequences 7 to 9 can be recorded, with nearly the original effect. As the potion is further digested, there will be improvements in all aspects… Fors silently muttered a few sentences, combining that knowledge with her own feelings.

This seemed to duplicate the effect of "Leymano's Travel Journal," but Fors thought no one would complain about having too many Beyonder powers. Moreover, the two complemented each other, since she could rent out "Leymano's Travel Journal" to members of the Tarot Club in exchange for Beyonder powers, but she couldn't rent herself out.

"At Sequence 6, an 'Apprentice' finally has enough combat ability!" Fors pulled her thoughts back, turned to Xio beside her, and remarked with feeling.

She then grabbed the paper and pen placed on the other side of the desk and began writing a letter with a flourish:

"Dear teacher:

"I am very happy to tell you that I have finally become a 'Recorder,' and I am only one step away from the dream of 'Travel'…"

Fors had only written a few lines when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Xio had stood up and was walking toward the door. She quickly called out to her:

"Hey, don't you want to go find a nice restaurant to celebrate together?"

Xio replied seriously:

"Your spirituality overflow is still quite severe. You need to control it through repeated meditation over several days. Uh, no smoking, no drinking, no indulging in emotions too much."

After giving the instructions, she added:

"I still have a commission to do. I'm almost done saving up enough contributions to exchange for the 'Judge' formula."

"...Okay." Fors spread her hands.

After leaving the house, Xio unlocked her bicycle, which was designed for teenagers, and rode toward Hills District.