Late at night, touching the small, incredibly contented face beside him, Eleazar rose.
Come to the lab and do the right thing after a long time.
Additional Witcher Legacy Information...
Times are changing and many of the sequential pathways disappear and perhaps have to change.
Anyway, the transcendentalists he'd met were more or less a little different from what was described in the books.
Eleazar spreads out the book of magic guides and flips through the entries for the sequence to find the section for magical girls.
[Disaster pathway: Witch]
[Characteristics: Lies]
[Message: How dare that woman lie to me all this time?]
[Message: Stay away from juicers...]
[Message: Women in this path will only play with your feelings and flesh, never trust!
[Message: She suddenly went crazy and killed the woman I liked...]
[Message: Witches are liars, they're a disaster!
Looking at the grief-stricken messages, Eleazar cocked his head in thought.
The predecessors were so miserable, being toyed with by a witch of unknown level, and in the end, they didn't even explore the important information of others.
He slowly added the last line of updated information.
[Message: The Witch's Ritual of Transformation - Pleasure, Love, Divination is awesome...]
Hopefully, the inheritors behind him would succeed in turning the Witch back based on the information he left behind.
A Cryptic Sequencer like this one could roughly understand the true purpose of the other party as long as they knew about the transformation ceremony.
Knowing what the other person is asking for, you won't be at a disadvantage in dealing with it.
For example; one of the seniors in the book, if he would have known earlier that the transformation ritual of the witch is the love of the strongest desire, then he would certainly not have fallen in love with another woman and caused a tragedy.
After a moment of contemplation, he turned the book to the warlock page again.
[Dark Path: Warlock]
[Characteristics: Evil]
[Message: They ruled the Dark Ages...]
[Message: Demons are summoned by them...]
[Message: The Evil God was also summoned by them!
[Message: Undead, ghouls, inhumans, more than half of the world's evil creatures were created in those crazy experiments of theirs, including us!]
[Message: They take people into captivity, lure them into drinking magic potions, then stimulate the loss of control, and finally harvest the material...]
[Message: Unforgivable Evil...]
[Message: I'm going to kill this way!]
Looking at the hateful messages, Eleazar mused for a long time.
Strange, how come I'm surrounded by all these guys with unpardonable sins?
If he got used to killing Fina, would he still be able to sense it if he saw another warlock in the future, and would he still be motivated to take revenge on the Shadow Council himself?
Eleazar closed his book and spent the rest of the night in silent contemplation.
...
The next day, Fina walks in with a cape.
"Nah, activate it for me, it's not appropriate for dad to use his abilities, so I'll leave the final finishing touches to you."
Eleazar took it with a big smile on his face.
Fina sensed at once that there was something different about him today than usual.
"Can you control the killing intent yet?"
"Well, I found a way to tell you apart from the other warlocks."
"What way?"
Fina was filled with curiosity.
Eleazar didn't answer, just smiled very softly and walked off to the basement.
"Seeking the salvation of the heart in the name of love, mistaking asking for help for love, and enduring for growing up, when, in fact, neither of you has ever seen true love."
The witch sitting at the table was expressionless.
Fina turned her head to look at her again, "What do you mean?"
"Just turn the sequence quickly and stop torturing him."
"With my current knowledge, it's basically never possible, I'm waiting for an opportunity."
"I hope you don't have to wait too long..." The witch flipped the coin quietly.
Fina was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Is there a named organization after you?"
"Star?"
Evelea contemplated the circus sequences for a moment.
"No. Instead, there's an organization called the Dark Moon Circus that frequently sends people across the ocean to die."
"Dark Moon? Stars?"
Fina pondered the connection.
Suddenly, she raised her hand to her side and struck it.
"Stop it, I'm thinking about business."
A figure slowly emerged from the air next to him.
Eleazar, who had hung a woman's shawl, exited stealth.
"A cloak of invisibility?"
Evelea's gaze was incredulous.
Eleazar shrugged, "People's fathers are master tailors."
The Phantom Scales alone can't do such an effect, just now he checked below, this cloak is woven by at least 3 kinds of transcendental materials with camouflage effect.Evelea skimmed her mouth, "Such a powerful transcendental prop, wearing it out will surely be detected by the church, I don't envy it."
Fina gave her a faint look and took the proffered cloak, folding it and placing it in the space seal that suddenly flashed red on her chest.
Eleazar: ...
These two, they're just absolutely brilliant!
"Well, you guys have to get along, I'm off to find the druid for my appointment."
"I'm going too!"
Evelea got up in a hurry.
Eleazar pressed her back into her seat and said in an unquestioning tone, "I'll go alone..."
Silver ring, mind ring, skeleton gauntlet, revolver, silver bullets, all equipped, and touching the empty space of the missing engineering box, he ached.
The two women looked at him in silence, "Are you going to your appointment, or are you preparing to go to war?"
"Well, just in case..."
Walking out of the store, Eleazar looks back inside at his two nemeses.
Hopefully the home won't be torn down when I return ...
Coming to the busiest part of the town, in the rich neighborhood nearby, Eleazar found the address stated in the letter.
That druid, so grandly, resided in an exquisite three-story villa, and through the fence, one could see that the sides of the building were planted with all kinds of flowers and plants.
All that could be seen outside were the usual plants, and there were large trellis shelves at the edge of the garden that hadn't been removed, as if they had been defended against something the other day.
The two maids stood silently watering the gardens on either side of them, when they suddenly turned their heads at the same time and looked at the stranger standing in the doorway.
Eleazar pulled on the brass bell at the door.
One with a huge lawn mower, the other carrying a cold, glittering shovel, two incredibly intimidating maids came to the door, one asking in a faint voice:
"Stranger..."
"What's the matter with you?"
Eleazar glanced at the inexplicably secure railing in front of him and gently handed the letter in his hand in, "An appointment with Mr. Rhine."
...
In the warm and inviting guest room, Eleazar sits on a cushioned seat with a maid standing behind her carrying a large lawn mower in her backhand.
Not bothered by the lack of black tea and refreshments to entertain him, he looked around and picked up a newspaper to read.
[News: The Black Forest has been hit by mountain fires, which are expected to cut blackwood production by a large margin in recent years...]