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by Aria“I thought all of this would be more… complex,” Siles said. “Your previous attitude made me feel that this matter wasn’t so simple. But we just—”
Grenfield said, “Just handed over the clues ordinarily and then left, and that makes you feel disappointed?”
Siles shook his head. “I just find it strange.”
They had returned to Room 177 of the History Society.
Grenfield lazily picked up the novel he had only read halfway through and said, “It’s not strange. After all, I accompanied you. With me vouching for you, Grosvenor wouldn’t suspect you.”
Siles paused slightly, then said apologetically, “Sorry, I wasn’t…”
“Alright, you rascal,” Grenfield said with a hint of impatience. “What are you murmuring about? I brought you into the fold; you’re practically half a student of mine. What is there to be sorry about?”
Siles then said, “Teacher.”
Grenfield fell into a subtle silence for a moment, then coughed uncomfortably. “You really are…” He muttered something under his breath before sighing, “You are still the first student I’ve ever accepted.”
Siles was slightly curious about his teacher’s past—this wasn’t the first time he had this thought—but he maintained a self-aware silence.
Grenfield said, “You must think the attitude of those Revelators in the space behind the door toward me was very strange. That’s normal. After all, I sort of betrayed my former teacher—or at least, his philosophy.”
Siles said, “I don’t quite understand…”
“What philosophy?” Grenfield was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “Forget it. I can’t really put it into words myself. You’ll understand once you finish Little Carol’s introductory course.”
Siles looked at Grenfield with a bit of confusion.
“We… or rather, the Revelators within the History Society, are different from the Revelators within the Church of the Past. We all pursue our own paths. You should have heard Little Carol mention this.”
Siles nodded. “Potions, Time Traces, Rituals, and Academic Research.”
“Yes, four paths. But generally speaking, Revelators of the first three paths will also research some academic issues. Maybe not the weird questions you’re curious about, but they will always have some of their own… philosophies regarding the power of Revelators.”
“Did this cause the… conflict within the History Society?” Siles asked cautiously, avoiding stronger words.
“Conflict?” Grenfield revealed a peculiar smile. “You could call this phenomenon a schism.”
Siles hesitated to speak.
Grenfield shook his head and said, “You’d best not reveal that you are my student. Let Little Carol recommend you to the Research Department; it’s quieter there, suitable for you to expand your thinking.”
Siles nodded. “I understand.”
Grenfield glanced at the time, realizing it was nearly eleven o’clock, and said, “Since you call me Teacher, I should do some things a teacher ought to do.”
He took a backpack out of a nearby cabinet, handed it to Siles, and said, “Look at the things inside when you get back. Ask me next Wednesday if there’s anything you don’t understand.”
Siles took it, looking somewhat curiously at the contents of the bag.
Grenfield coughed, feigning nonchalance. “Just some things I casually prepared for you. You’re almost done with the introductory course; it’s time to learn something deeper. If I remember correctly, you’ll be learning about Potions this afternoon, right?”
“Yes.”
Grenfield nodded with great satisfaction and glanced at Siles again. “Why are you looking at me like that? I wrote your introductory curriculum; of course I know.”
Siles looked at him in surprise.
Grenfield laughed triumphantly and said, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking.” He added, “Alright, you can ask one last question, and then go eat by yourself.”
Siles thought carefully and finally asked, “You said before that Time should encompass the present and the future… but why do you know that Antinam’s power does not encompass the present and the future?”
Grenfield froze almost immediately. He thought for a moment, then laughed involuntarily. “You—forget it, I knew you’d ask some weird question.”
Siles touched his nose, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Grenfield said, “You know that the address for a God is divided into three parts: Divinity, Divine Title, and Divine Name? For example: The God of the Past and History, The Guardian of the Spacetime Rift, Antinam.
“‘The God of the Past and History,’ this is the Divinity; ‘The Guardian of the Spacetime Rift,’ this is the Divine Title; ‘Antinam,’ this is the Divine Name.”
Siles nodded. He mulled over Grenfield’s meaning, then said, “You mean, the power a God possesses is hidden within Their address?”
“Correct. Also, stop using honorifics with me; it sounds annoying,” Grenfield said. “The Past and History—that is the Divinity possessed by Antinam.”
Possessed. Siles pondered this subtle word.
It sounded as if Divinity was some kind of tangible object. Or perhaps, a level of life similar to a rank?
Siles tried to apply the settings of novels from Earth to the divine powers of this world.
Grenfield said, “Divinity, Divine Title, Divine Name—collectively known as the God’s Address. This is the anchor of Their power, and also the… limit of Their power. Therefore, The God of the Past and History, Antinam, His power cannot exceed the two categories of the Past and History.
“He cannot possess the Present and the Future. He is the mist that comes from the Past.”
After leaving Room 177 and arriving at a restaurant near Atherton Central Square, Grenfield’s words kept repeating in Siles’ mind.
He cannot possess the Present and the Future. He is the mist that comes from the Past.
He felt that Grenfield meant something specific when he said this, but due to Siles’ own limited level, he simply couldn’t understand what Grenfield was implying… or perhaps, what he was mocking.
Siles couldn’t help but smile bitterly, thinking, Teacher Grenfield, is it necessary to play charades with your own student?
However, he was also very clear that in this world possessing supernatural power, “knowing” could signify risk.
Siles took a deep breath, tasting the fried rice he bought for five Marquis coins. Gazing at the complex mix of ingredients in the rice—meat, vegetables, seasoning—at this moment, he suddenly remembered a flash of inspiration he once had.
He wanted to sell recipes.
But he really didn’t have much time recently… Perhaps he could wait until Bertram Fenn contacted him to discuss the Stardust business, and explore this possibility with him then?
After all, he remembered that the reason Bertram was able to collaborate with the Greyson Food Company was because his companion had obtained recipes from the Ashless Lands.
Siles pondered; surely Earth’s recipes would also be popular in the world of Fisher? Because he wrote novels, he happened to have learned about the specific preparations of some foods, sauces, and desserts. Perhaps they could come in handy now.
After eating, Siles returned to the History Society and walked into Room 666, waiting for the afternoon gathering.
He couldn’t help but think about Grenfield’s example regarding Antinam again. He suddenly thought, if Antinam’s power is limited to the Past and History, then what about His Divine Title, “Guardian of the Spacetime Rift”?
He had once unconsciously suspected that Antinam was related to his transmigration because of this title. But when Grenfield gave his example, he seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally ignored this title.
Siles couldn’t help but shake his head, feeling that he had been bamboozled by that mysterious, eccentric teacher. He took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote down his confusion regarding Antinam’s Divine Title in a small notebook.
His notebook already contained quite a few things, including his thoughts on the world and his schedule. For the sake of caution, he used Chinese.
However, the former Earth novelist couldn’t help but wonder with curiosity: if another transmigrator came to the world of Fisher in the future and obtained this notebook, would they be terrified that this world already had a transmigrator predecessor?
And he, Siles thought inadvertently, what changes would he, a transmigrator, bring to this world?
Siles didn’t waste his time alone in Room 666. He picked up a history book about the Sardinian Empire again and began pondering his thesis topic.
The backpack Grenfield gave him was placed beside him.
At 1:30, Siles gained a bit of inspiration.
His gaze rested on a line of text in this thick history monograph.
“…Wandering bards who were not recognized in other countries came to the Sardinian Empire and became an indelible part of this ancient empire’s secular culture.
“These wandering bards might be despised, might be considered to be blaspheming or defiling the Gods. They might sing hymns related to the Gods, or quite the opposite, mocking and slandering the existence of the Gods.
“Only in the Sardinian Empire could they find a place to stay. They left behind very few truly recorded texts or literary works; most were passed down orally.
“Only in some research that has become popular in modern times regarding the lives of ordinary people in the Sardinian Empire can we find traces from people’s correspondence with each other, some newspapers, and official archives.
“Regardless, in that era, in that silent era where countries were guarded against one another, ordinary people of different nations relied to a large extent on such wanderers to provide them with new and strange news and rumors from other countries.”
Wandering bards.
Siles stared at this term thoughtfully.
He wasn’t unaware of wandering bards. But, just as the passage said, wandering bards hadn’t left behind many actual works; possibly only a few scattered fragments remained.
In history, perhaps only one or two famous names remained of them.
But this wasn’t an impossible subject to research.
Siles thought he might be able to get some help from Alfonso Carte. If wandering bards really did contribute to the secular cultural exchange between nations during the Silent Era, then perhaps he could obtain more materials from the folklore aspect.
Siles breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally found a direction for this year’s academic tasks.
He closed the book and put it back on the shelf. Subsequently, several people pushed the door open and walked in. It was Angela, Mrs. Fuller, Eric, and the others. Their relationship had improved significantly; they could now even joke and laugh together.
Siles greeted them.
Angela’s lively voice rang out. She seemed to have moved past the gloom of “Siles is actually my professor” and smiled, saying, “We were just discussing which middle school Eric should send his daughter to!”
Siles asked, “Have you reached a conclusion?”
“If she goes to school in the West City, there is only one choice; if in the East City, there might be more options,” Mrs. Fuller said peacefully with a smile. “However, I think the West City might be the more practical choice.”
Eric also nodded and said, “I plan to ask for my daughter’s opinion.”
Angela interjected, “Mrs. Fuller gave Eric some suggestions. Actually, going to school in the West City isn’t that bad; at least it’s close to home.”
Her way of comforting people wasn’t very tactful, but it was straightforward and refreshing.
A moment later, young Darrell Hobbes also appeared. He happily joined the conversation, which focused on how strict the teachers were and how much homework there was since he started school.
Speaking of this, Angela unconsciously looked at Siles—the matter of Professor Siles Noel assigning a 5,000-word essay to students in the public elective course had already spread throughout Lamifa University.
When Angela went to class this morning, her companion had muttered to her about this matter and began to worry about how much homework Professor Noel would assign to students in the specialized elective course.
…Probably not a very small amount.
Angela really wanted to plead for mercy on behalf of her future self, but she felt it would be terrible if she ended up making things worse. In the end, she maintained a hesitant silence.
They discussed enthusiastically until two o’clock sharp, when Carol pushed the door open and walked in.
Carol smiled and greeted them. He was just about to say something when he suddenly paused. “Eh, where is Mr. Brewer Darrow?”
The other five paused slightly, only then realizing with surprise that it was already two o’clock, and Brewer had not yet appeared in Room 666.
Darrell said, baffled, “Is he late?”
Siles remembered what Brewer had told him the day before yesterday and spoke up to explain for Brewer: “Brewer got engaged yesterday. Perhaps he is busy with family matters.”
“Oh!” Angela exclaimed. “He actually got engaged yesterday? He didn’t even tell us!”
Siles explained on Brewer’s behalf, “He wanted to mention it, but forgot while thinking about other things. He left last with me, so he told me. He planned to share the joy of his engagement with you all today.”
But unexpectedly, he didn’t appear at all today.
Angela nodded, appearing not to take it too seriously. She just muttered, “Engaged already. How old is he anyway?”
Carol listened from the side and nodded with a smile. “Since it is an engagement, it is excusable. Perhaps he is still busy with matters related to the engagement ceremony, so he couldn’t make it in time.”
“Or maybe he was too happy, got drunk, and hasn’t woken up until now,” Darrell said, gloating slightly.
It seemed this young boy had an indescribable yearning for engagement, completely different from Angela’s mindset.
The older Eric and Mrs. Fuller, on the other hand, had no intention of participating in such a conversation.
Carol laughed and said again, “Alright. The only regret is that he may have missed today’s important lesson.”
Angela asked excitedly, “Are we going to learn about Potions today?”
“Yes.” Carol smiled.
Everyone restrained their emotions and listened seriously to Carol.
“Before this, we have already learned about the Compatibility of Rituals and the Integrity of Time Traces. So, what do you guess the dimension of a Potion would be?”
Angela thought for a moment and answered first, “Quality?” She guessed, “After all, it sounds like a type of medicine.”
Eric thought from another angle: “The intensity of the power contained within?”
“Your two statements can be summarized into one concept, which is the Purity of the potion,” Carol said. “And the Purity of the potion involves the configuration process of the potion.”
Darrell asked almost in amazement, “Can potions be artificially configured?”
“Of course,” Carol said with interest. “Otherwise?”
“I thought… it was like… a magical pool of water, and the potions we drink are all scooped from it,” Darrell stated his thoughts earnestly. “Like in some adventure novels!”
Carol laughed in spite of himself. For the first time, he realized that Darrell was still a young boy just starting middle school.
So he smiled and said, “A part… er, at least a certain part of the potion materials fits your description.”
Darrell looked at him expectantly.
“To configure a compliant potion, a total of three categories of necessary materials must be prepared. There are also non-essential ‘Add-ons’, which we will discuss later.
“The three necessary materials are: Main Ingredient, Auxiliary Ingredient, and Appeasement Item.
“The Main Ingredient is some material consistent with the nature of the selected Time Traces and the Ritual you want to perform. It can be plant or animal material. For example, the root of a certain plant, the blood, internal organs, or fur of a certain animal.”
Following his words, the faces of some people present turned ugly, and someone even subconsciously touched their stomach.
That clear, slightly blue liquid was actually made using that kind of thing as the main ingredient?!
Carol stifled a laugh and continued, “The Appeasement Item, or Appeasement, is offered as the price for borrowing power from Antinam when the potion is nearing completion, so one offers one’s own Appeasement Item.
“Strictly speaking, the Appeasement Item isn’t a material added to the potion, but it is indeed an indispensable part of the potion configuration process. Appeasement can be an action, such as dancing or singing hymns, or it can be an object, or even a living thing.
“But using a living thing—that is, sacrifice in the usual sense—is a relatively rare occurrence. Because many people, including those within the Church of the Past, believe this process is too bloody.”
At this point, he paused, then said, “Regarding the relationship between Revelators and Antinam, I think, over the past time, you should have come to understand it subconsciously, right?”
The five Revelators looked at each other and nodded in unison.
Revelators—power from the Past. This all aligned with Antinam. So, hearing now that the potion configuration process actually required using something to appease Antinam, they all felt it was expected.
Carol also nodded. “Good that you understand. This matter…” He seemed to want to say something, but finally shook his head. “Forget it. I estimate none of you will attempt the path of Potions anyway, so it’s better not to understand too deeply.”
Siles guessed that what he wanted to talk about were the thoughts and disputes regarding the deity Antinam within the History Society.
He had already been given a hint by Grenfield, so at this moment, he couldn’t help but nod in agreement inwardly. He also thought that there was no need for newly initiated Revelators to join such meaningless disputes.
And those Revelators who despised Antinam in their hearts or words, would they stop using the Revelator’s power?
Of course, they would still use such power. This was a dispute over the nature of power.
Except for Carol and Siles, who knew the inside story, the remaining four Revelators looked at each other, not understanding what Carol was talking about.
“Then, only the last material remains—the Auxiliary Ingredient.” Carol pulled the topic back. “There is only one thing for the Auxiliary Ingredient, and it is exactly the thing I just mentioned to Darrell.”
Darrell looked at him eagerly. “The thing that brings magical power?”
Carol smiled and nodded. “That is called Star Dust.”
…Star Dust?!
At this moment, the shock Siles felt in his heart was greater than anyone else present.
He almost—though his face remained calm—thought in stunned silence: What? Star Dust?! Isn’t that the “petroleum” of this world?!
So the energy source of this world, in the final analysis, comes from some kind of supernatural power?
Of the six people present, apart from Siles, no one seemed to know that in the Ashless Lands and certain other countries, Star Dust was considered an excellent energy source.
Carol spoke on his own: “You may not have heard of Star Dust. It is a crystalline substance, glowing with a blue shimmer, with a very beautiful appearance, hence it is called Star Dust.
“In the process of long-term simmering in warm water, Star Dust turns into a highly concentrated blue liquid. And Star Dust is also the direct factor affecting the Purity of the potion.”
He took a few bottles of potions from his bosom, lined them up on the table, and said, “These are potions of different purities. Do you see the difference?”
Mrs. Fuller observed and said, “The potions with darker blue… have higher purity?”
“Correct!” Carol said approvingly. “This is determined by the amount of Star Dust added during the potion configuration process. A potion with higher purity can provide more powerful time power; while the volume of the potion determines the duration of the ritual.”
He roughly explained the differences between potions of different purities and volumes.
Potion purity, volume, and ritual power, time, generally presented a positive correlation. The higher the purity and the larger the volume of the potion, the correspondingly higher the power and duration of the ritual.
Siles’ gaze was on the potion bottles, listening to Carol’s words.
But internally, he was in a complete trance. He couldn’t help but think: So, the Star Dust considered an energy source elsewhere has long become an indispensable material in the Revelators’ potion configuration process?
He couldn’t help but think, no wonder the production of Star Dust is so low. He guessed it might be because the vast majority of Star Dust was used to make potions.
…In that case, regarding the Star Dust mines that Bertram Fenn mentioned to him before, are they under the observation of the Church of the Past? Or is this simply the Church of the Past’s business?
Siles felt a slight uncertainty.
“Truly magical,” Darrell sighed with a childish tone, looking at those bottles of potions.
Angela asked impatiently, “Carol, then what did you mean by the non-essential ‘Add-ons’ earlier?”
Carol nodded and began to explain the term. “After Revelators appeared, potions initially only possessed three materials, the three necessary materials I just mentioned.
“But some researchers added some… special things during the process of configuring potions. For example, a certain herb, an organ of a certain strange creature, or some… things difficult to describe in words, like seven grams of soul.
“…Incidentally, I also don’t know if the material ‘seven grams of soul’ actually exists.
“In short, after adding these materials, the power of the potion seemed to undergo some kind of… mutation. A weapon originally used for killing turned into a scalpel for healing and curing that couldn’t harm others—mutations like that.”
Siles summarized: “In other words, Add-ons cause the result of the ritual to change in an unknown direction?”
“Yes,” Carol said. “Currently, we haven’t been able to summarize a sufficiently detailed and complete list of Add-on results. Of course, some potions with Add-ons considered safe enough have already been used.”
Siles listened to these words in a daze. He felt a strange, subtle feeling.
The power of Revelators was unsystematic, incomplete, and very rough. But it was a door, a door leading to the peak of power.
He thought again of his discussion with Grenfield.
Since one can borrow the power of the past, why can’t one borrow the power of the Gods of the past? But their attempts failed without exception… Is it because the human soul cannot be compared to the might of a God?
After explaining the materials of the potion, Carol said, “This is some basic information about potion purity. As for how to specifically configure potions, how to ensure the success rate of the brewing process… these questions are too complex and not suitable for you to contact now.
“For ordinary Revelators, finished potions are sufficient for use.”
“Finished potions?” Eric couldn’t help asking. “Can we buy them directly?”
“Of course. Finished potions are potions that have already been made, also distinguished by different purities. Generally speaking, they are universal for most rituals.
“They might not bring overly powerful strength in certain rituals… but for you, they are enough.”
Eric nodded in understanding.
“Inside the History Society, you can purchase them. Through this corridor, there is a place for exchange gatherings behind it. Of course, you’d better wait until you finish the introductory course to browse.
“Also… I remember…” Carol recalled carefully, “A pharmacy named Hume also sells potions within Lamifa City. That seems to be operated by the Church of the Past.”
A pharmacy selling potions?
Siles thought silently, Actually, there is no problem. It’s just that this medicine is not that medicine.
“Once you finish the introductory course, you can freely purchase potions,” Carol said in a soothing tone. “However, you must still treat the power you master with caution. After all, danger is everywhere.”
Siles nodded in agreement.
Angela noticed Siles’ movement, so she asked curiously, “Professor, have you experienced this kind of danger?”
Siles hesitated, looked at Carol, and seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping him, said, “I previously encountered an Out-of-control Time Trace.”
“An Out-of-control Time Trace!” Carol exclaimed. “You actually encountered an Out-of-control Time Trace?”
The worry and panic in his eyes were too obvious, causing Siles to pause slightly.
Siles said, “I already asked the Church of the Past for help and resolved the issue. The term ‘Out-of-control Time Trace’ was also learned from the Revelator who took action at the time.”
Carol finally relaxed.
Siles said, “That was something left behind by the previous Professor of Literature History, right in my office.”
Angela revealed a trace of fear—Professor Noel’s office, that was in the main castle of Lamifa University! That was not far from the classroom where she had classes!
She already knew Revelators would face many, many dangers, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that kind of danger might be closer to her life than she had imagined.
“I also didn’t expect that it was an Out-of-control Time Trace.” Siles looked at Carol. “What is an Out-of-control Time Trace?”
Carol weighed his words, looking at the others’ equally curious and slightly nervous gazes, and said, “Alright, alright. It just so happens the content on potions has come to an end.
“I originally intended to mention this issue later, but I didn’t expect you to encounter such danger now.”
He nodded at Siles, then said, “You are lucky. Your firm will allowed you to break free from that strange attraction. However, you are also currently the most vulnerable.”
Involving their own safety, everyone listened seriously.
“The most significant feature of an Out-of-control Time Trace is that it possesses a certain… ‘Vitality.’ Just as Siles said, he felt a strange attraction from that woman’s statue, making him instinctively want to touch it.
“This is a kind of Vitality. Researchers generally believe that the Vitality of an Out-of-control Time Trace represents that a Time Trace, which was originally an inanimate object, has possessed some incredible instinct like a living creature.
“Time Trace will not generate ‘consciousness’ in the true sense, but they may use this Vitality to attract humans, thereby devouring human Vitality.
“People who come into contact with this type of Out-of-control Time Trace usually end up becoming like walking corpses… fools, madmen, or vegetables. Call them whatever you want.
“They will lose their self-awareness, existing in this world muddily like any inanimate object. You can’t say they are dead; they still breathe and still have a heartbeat. But, they also seem to have already died.”
Carol’s explanation made everyone present nervous. The younger Angela and Darrell even went pale directly.
Siles finally understood what kind of ending he would have suffered if he had really touched the head statue of that woman back then. Walking corpse, he secretly pondered the meaning represented by this term.
Subsequently, he developed a troubling doubt.
Siles struggled for a moment, then asked, “Is this process the transfer of human Vitality to the Time Trace?”
His question made Carol look at him with a complex gaze.
If it were a Revelator who already understood enough knowledge and mastered enough rituals, asking this question wouldn’t be strange. But Siles was a rookie who hadn’t even finished the introductory course.
He actually keenly asked this question. Carol couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration.
“Yes.” His tone lost the impatience he usually had when dealing with Siles’ messy questions. “This process is called human ‘Spiritual Deactivation’.”
Siles asked in confusion, “Why does this phenomenon occur?”
Carol shook his head. “There are many theories and concepts, but no truly… accepted explanation.”
Siles paused, then thought, Fine—this is an era where Revelators have only existed for a few hundred years. They indeed cannot master every bit of this power.
“Spiritual Deactivation,” Angela asked tremblingly, “can it be avoided?”
“This is a risk no Revelator can avoid.” Carol put away the smile that had consistently appeared on his face, speaking somewhat seriously and sternly, “No Revelator can master this power without risk.”
Angela and the younger Darrell revealed expressions of slight fear and unease. They probably never thought about this aspect… or rather, they were too excited about the power they could master.
The flowing wind, the formless shield… all deepened their desire for this magical power. They were still too young to understand that the use of any power has its price.
The power Revelators use is powerful enough, and of course, dangerous enough.
Carol let out a breath and softened his tone slightly. “Of course, as long as you are cautious enough, humble enough—just as I said on your first day stepping through this door, then, the door of power will open safely to you. I promise.”
The heavy atmosphere in Room 666 dissipated unknowingly.
They were all silent for a moment.
“When you encounter an Out-of-control Time Trace, or suspicious items, do not touch, do not stare for a long time,” Carol instructed. “If you feel panic or unease, or suspect the danger of the item, then go to the Church of the Past or the History Society for help.”
Carol glanced at Siles and said, “Just as Siles did.”
Thinking for a moment, he added, “You probably don’t know any Revelators in the History Society right now, so you can go to the Church of the Past for help. They will be very willing to help you.”
Hearing there was a channel for help, the Revelators present sighed in relief.
“I mentioned the Integrity of the Time Trace before. This is also an important basis for judging whether an item is a Time Trace, and whether it is an Out-of-control Time Trace,” Carol said. “Some research indicates that incomplete Time Traces are more prone to losing control.”
They all nodded.
Afterward, Eric asked a question: “You just said we are currently the most vulnerable.”
“Yes,” Carol said. “I think… you should have such a concept, that is, not everyone can become a Revelator.
“When you stepped into the space behind the door on the top floor of the History Society, you became Revelators—or rather, it means you possess the aptitude to become Revelators.”
Siles asked keenly, “Are people with Revelator aptitude more easily affected by Out-of-control Time Traces?”
This was exactly what he had thought about before regarding the most dangerous situation Professor Cabel encountered—that he himself didn’t know what kind of danger he was facing. He just placed himself in danger without protection or vigilance.
Carol nodded, giving an affirmative answer that caused Siles’ heart to drop to rock bottom instantly.
Carol said, “Ordinary people are hardly affected by Out-of-control Time Traces. While you possess Revelator aptitude, yet you have absolutely no ability to protect yourselves.”
Hearing this, the others appeared even more nervous, except for Siles, whose face was as calm as water, sitting there quietly as if thinking about something else.
“As for Out-of-control Time Traces…” Carol mused, “Perhaps it’s better to research deeply after you finish the introductory course. For now, you just need to maintain caution and vigilance.”
“Why?” Darrell couldn’t help asking. “Shouldn’t let us understand clearly right now?”
Carol smiled tolerantly and said, “It’s not like that. Out-of-control Time Traces aren’t that common—many things are man-made and malicious.”
Angela blinked, recovering some vitality. “You mean, there are evil forces at work? So, Out-of-control Time Traces appear?”
“Cannot say that completely. However,” Carol blinked, “my meaning is, you are just newly initiated Revelators. Even if Out-of-control Time Traces possess some kind of Vitality, they can’t grow legs and automatically run to your homes.
“Many vicious incidents are ultimately proven to be caused intentionally by humans.”
Even if someone wanted to intentionally harm Revelators, most would choose the powerful ones. Who would intentionally target them, a group of rookie Revelators who just started?
Siles: “……”
He felt like Carol was mocking his bad luck…
Siles couldn’t help but sigh in his heart with difficulty.
Who could have thought that Professor Cabel actually left behind such a troublesome thing? Not to mention the Out-of-control Time Trace, he suspected that the manuscript sent to the Church of the Past might bring about a bigger storm.
Who exactly was stirring in Lamifa City, presumptuously attempting to provoke Antinam and the Church of the Past?
Siles thought uneasily.
In the time that followed, they each took the potion and, under Carol’s guidance, experienced the strange power contained within the auxiliary ingredient, Star Dust.
As for Siles, he just gazed at that blue radiance, silent and wordless.
Another class ended. After deeply understanding the risks brought by being a Revelator, everyone was somewhat unhappy, so they had no leisure to chat and bid farewell to each other to leave.
Siles took the backpack Grenfield gave him, and then specifically stopped Eric when leaving.
“I want to ask you something, Eric,” Siles asked. “Is the time for the trading fair confirmed?”
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