The two came out of Room 666, walked side by side through the corridor and hall of the space behind the door, and finally left the History Society.
Eric answered, “From this Saturday until next Wednesday.”
“A total of five days?” Siles said. “That doesn’t sound very long.”
“The main event is actually on Wednesday,” Eric said. “If you want to go, you can check it out on Wednesday night. At that time, perhaps some… less than legal commodities might appear.”
Siles nodded. “I am still very curious about the Ashless Lands.”
“The Ashless Lands are much safer now,” the older Eric said. “When I was young, I knew some friends who wanted to go there to seek opportunities for fortune. In the end, the vast majority of them were never able to return.”
Siles sighed. “Danger always coexists with opportunity.”
“That is true,” Eric said, murmuring to himself. “However, no one wants to miss out. When I was young, I didn’t have the courage to go to the Ashless Lands with those people, but now… I am unwilling to give up this power.”
“The power of a Revelator is also very dangerous.”
Eric laughed. “Not necessarily much more dangerous than working in a tavern controlled by gangs.”
Siles also laughed at his comparison.
He said, “I haven’t asked yet… perhaps it’s a bit presumptuous, but what was the opportunity for you to become a Revelator? I discovered a bookstore in the Old City that others couldn’t find.”
“I was at that pharmacy called Hume,” Eric said. “I was buying medicine for my wife, but I discovered potion bottles placed on the shelf. Others seemed unable to see those potions.”
Siles nodded thoughtfully. “But, you hadn’t seen them before?”
“Never seen them. I don’t know why I saw them that one time,” Eric said. “When I came to the History Society, I was terrified I’d be kicked out. Perhaps, that was just… some awe and fear.”
Siles said, “You have already become a Revelator. Besides, the rainy season has already passed.”
Eric said in a low voice, “Thank you.” He paused. “You really are suited to be a professor.”
Siles smiled slightly, then changed the subject. “How is the Old City recently?”
“Can’t say it’s good, can’t say it’s bad,” Eric said. “However, the news about the Grand Duke wanting to develop the Ashless Lands is intensifying.”
“This is an era that looks stable, but is actually marching toward turbulence,” Siles said. “No one knows what will happen in the future.”
“This year is the four hundredth year of the Era of Mist,” Eric said with some emotion.
Siles asked, “Do you plan to go to the trading fair?”
“No,” Eric said, then added, “I’m already here, I have to take my shift at the tavern. Though, it’s fortunate that it is shift work, otherwise I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to come to the History Society on time.
“At this moment, missing any class would be a pity.”
Siles thought of Brewer Darrow and felt a bit regretful for a moment.
Carol probably wouldn’t explain matters regarding potions specifically for Brewer again. But what exactly happened to Brewer? Was it really because he was too happy about the engagement that he got drunk and fell asleep?
Siles parted ways with Eric at the entrance of the History Society.
Eric said to Siles, “Sometimes, I overlook that you are actually a young man in your early twenties. In this era, you appear exceptionally mature and seasoned.”
Siles replied, “I left home when I was young to come to Lafami City for school; I ought to have grown somewhat.”
Eric shook his head, said nothing more, patted Siles on the shoulder, and then left on a public carriage.
Siles stood where he was—it was four o’clock in the afternoon. The sunlight was still intense, and people around him were still coming and going. He had resolved quite a few issues, such as the two gatherings on Wednesday and the manuscript left by Professor Cabel.
However, he felt that everything was still poised to erupt.
He stood silently for a moment, then also took a public carriage—to save some money—and swayed his way back to Lafami University. He went directly to the cafeteria for dinner, then returned to No. 6 Hayward Street.
His housemate, Lorenzo Grantham, presumably heard the noise of his return and poked his head out from the foyer on the second floor. “Good evening, Professor Noel.”
“Good evening, Professor Grantham,” Siles responded.
Lorenzo said, “I didn’t expect someone like you to make jokes.”
Siles: “…”
He vaguely felt he had a similar thought in his own mind today.
“There are three letters for you. I put them on the coffee table in the living room for you; remember to check them,” Lorenzo reminded him. “You really are a busy man, never seen all day.”
Siles said, “Thank you. I’ll treat you to a meal tomorrow; you’ve grabbed my mail for me several times.”
“Cafeteria?”
Siles tilted his head and looked at him. “Perhaps you want to eat something else?”
Lorenzo pondered for a moment. “Forget it. Your age is about the same as mine; your wallet is probably cleaner than your face.”
Siles was silent for a moment, then said in a deliberate tone, “Thank you?”
However, it was true that he didn’t have any savings, at least for this period of time.
Lorenzo exclaimed greatly, shaking his head repeatedly. “How could I have thought you were an introverted nice guy when I first met you? Just treat me to breakfast tomorrow.”
“No problem,” Siles replied.
“But I’ll be up very early,” Lorenzo said. “Tomorrow I have to go to the Professor’s place to help maintain classroom order. But Professor Dunlop has been in a really good mood recently, seemingly because he met a good student.”
“Good student?”
“Seems to be named… Herman something,” Lorenzo thought for a moment. “Probably that. You should have heard of Professor Dunlop; he is a true practical archaeology expert.”
Siles thought thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded.
“Professor Dunlop seems to think that student is very suitable for joining the archaeology team. He’s that kind of outgoing, cheerful, yet bold and meticulous young man, so he intends to promote him to the college’s archaeology team, or start as an apprentice before joining the team.”
Siles listened silently.
Speaking of this, Lorenzo yawned. “I graded his homework; the completion quality was quite good.”
Siles said calmly, “There will always be excellent young students.”
“Indeed,” Lorenzo said as if joking. “I suspect that if this student had appeared earlier, I wouldn’t be Professor Dunlop’s teaching assistant. But having said that, the current teaching assistant is ultimately me.”
“You are already very excellent.”
Lorenzo nodded. He didn’t say anything more. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Lorenzo returned to his bedroom on the second floor, while Siles stood there for a while, pondering something, before returning to the first floor to retrieve his three letters from the coffee table in the hall.
He went up to the third floor, returned to his bedroom, changed into softer and more comfortable loungewear, poured a glass of water and drank a few sips, then sat on the sofa, letting out a slightly relaxed breath before looking at the three letters.
During this process, he arranged his evening tasks in his mind: First, he had to organize the book list assignment for the two apprentices tomorrow; second, he had to look at the items in the backpack Grenfield gave him.
Finally, he also had to write a letter to Alfonso Carte to inquire about information regarding wandering poets of the Sardinian Empire.
And after Siles finished reading those two letters, he secretly began to revise his schedule.
The three letters naturally came from different people and represented different matters.
The first was from the original body’s mother. In the letter, she already knew Siles’s current address and once again encouraged her child. Enclosed with the letter was another hundred-coin bill, which stirred a bit of emotion in Siles’s heart.
The second was from Bertram Fenn. He said in the letter that he had indeed contacted a merchant engaged in Star Dust-related business and wanted to ask when Siles was free to meet with them.
The third was from Knight Commander Bunyan. He said they successfully captured the apostate this afternoon, and he was currently under interrogation. Siles’s reward would be delivered to him later.
The letter from the original body’s mother did not surprise Siles. He put the hundred-coin bill in the drawer, together with the previous one, and then repeatedly looked at the latter two letters, feeling a bit… of a subtle mood.
The Star Dust business; the capture of the apostate. Regardless of which matter, it caught him off guard.
After hearing that Star Dust was an indispensable auxiliary ingredient for Revelator potions, Siles felt extremely curious about the merchants in the Ashless Lands engaged in the Star Dust business.
Were they related to the Church of the Past, or were they conducting this business behind the Church’s back?
But Bertram said that in other countries, vehicles powered by Star Dust were more common… Does this mean that Star Dust indeed possesses some unique uses outside of being for Revelators?
Siles pondered and finally decided to reply to Bertram, agreeing to meet at nine o’clock this Saturday morning at a restaurant near Atherton Central Square.
His wording in the letter was very cautious. He did not say he planned to confirm the investment immediately, but rather that he wanted to understand the business related to Star Dust.
He scrutinized this reply for a moment, confirmed there were no problems, and then turned his attention to the other letter, the one from Knight Commander Bunyan.
The apostate Hamlin was caught just like that?
This news actually caught Siles even more off guard.
In the tabletop RPG plot, the fate of the apostate Hamlin was certainly not decided at this moment.
The reason he attracted such severe wanted notices from the Church of the Past was because he had lurked within the Church for many years and finally stole something important from within.
This item was also mentioned in the RPG scenario script: it was a list of priests from various dioceses of the Church of the Past from previous times.
This was a highly classified document, hence provoking the Church’s raging fury.
But that was the story in the RPG script.
After truly coming to this world, Siles had a subtle feeling in his heart. In this world possessing supernatural power, was that list more important than he imagined, possessing even more incredible uses?
Siles had some guesses about this.
However, since the apostate Hamlin had now been caught, the problem of that list should have also been resolved. And the Doctor’s life, which Siles had been consistently worried about, should also be safe now.
Siles breathed a sigh of relief, then felt that he seemed to have used the word “should” too many times.
He was silent for a moment, then put all these letters away.
He took out writing paper and revised the draft of the letter written to Alfonso Carte earlier, confirming that he wanted to inquire about information related to the wandering poets of the Sardinian Empire.
Then he wrote the address 13 Milford Street on the envelope and placed it together with the letter to be sent to Bertram Fenn, intending to mail them tomorrow morning.
With several matters completed, he breathed a sigh of relief. Only the last two main events remained.
The book list for the apprentices, and the backpack Grenfield gave him.
Siles had already considered the book list for the apprentices.
Jules and Dorothea had different research directions, so naturally, they needed different book lists.
Dorothea’s was easy; basically all literature, research reports, papers, and academic works related to the Silent Era and Atkinia, totaling over a dozen items.
Siles defined a general scope for her, such as certain chapters of a book, or notes on which papers to focus on reading, and then temporarily set this book list aside.
Jules’s book list gave Siles a bit of a headache. He was researching modern literature related to Antinam, which could be said to be vastly different from Siles’s area of expertise—he didn’t know why the college assigned this apprentice to him.
Siles thought for a moment, finally deliberating and listing a series of book titles on scratch paper.
The Theory of Man and God in the Silent Era, The Age of “Man”, Verification of the Influence of the Fall of Gods on the Development Path of Human Civilization, The Origins and Development of “Blasphemous Literature”, The Appearance of New Gods…
Among these books, except for The Appearance of New Gods which was directly related to Antinam, most of the other books discussed the influence of the two concepts “Man” and “God” on literature of the Silent Era.
Jules happened to be researching the “Man” part of literature related to Antinam, which was perfect. Secular texts began to appear and monopolize the market starting from the Silent Era; this was an unavoidable part.
From these books, referencing his own past notes and thoughts, Siles selected a portion of chapters for Jules to read.
This was the first book list of the semester, so Siles didn’t provide particularly profound content or academic assignments. He gazed at these two book lists, then pulled out a sheet of scratch paper and listed the prototype of a second book list on it.
He wrote as he thought; countless book titles and paper topics flashed through his mind. He pondered and deliberated repeatedly for a long time, and finally tentatively settled on a portion of the books.
As for the definitive book list, that would have to wait until these two apprentices truly completed the reading tasks of the first book list.
During this process, Siles also marveled at the vastness and complexity of the knowledge in his memory. He thought of Professor Bright’s evaluation of him—the original Siles Noel, that is.
The original owner was indeed a very, very excellent and outstanding student; no wonder he could become a formal professor at Lafami University at such a young age.
…But, Siles couldn’t help but think, why would a soul from another world like his usurp the nest?
From the original owner’s memory, he was just living a normal day ordinarily and nervously awaiting the interview for the professor position. But somehow, that night, He Jiayin became Siles Noel.
Did something happen? Or… did the transmigration happen just as a matter of course?
Siles was somewhat unable to understand.
Before his arrival, the original owner had never been involved with anything related to Revelators. Even if he was about to become a Professor of Literature History, he hadn’t passed the interview at that time, nor could he be related to Professor Cabel’s affairs.
Thinking about it, Siles shook his head. He recorded this question but couldn’t get an answer.
He neatly stacked the two book lists with the two letters, and finally opened the backpack Grenfield gave him.
Siles had wondered many times what would be in the backpack. When he held the backpack, he felt there were no overly heavy items inside, but when he opened it, he still couldn’t help feeling a little surprised.
He saw several bottles of potions, an item with a peculiar appearance—probably a Time Trace—and a notebook.
He took everything out of the bag and examined them carefully.
There were a total of 10 bottles of potions, all standard capacity potion glass bottles. Labels were attached to the bottles, stating the purity of these potions: 1%, 5%, 10%, 20%, and 50% purity respectively.
Among them, there were three bottles each of 1% and 5%, two bottles of 10%, and one bottle each of 20% and 50%.
Potions with a purity higher than 10% were already very precious, yet there was actually a bottle of 50% purity potion here.
Carol didn’t explicitly say how much such a bottle of potion would cost, but roughly estimating by analogy, this one bottle of potion would probably be worth Siles’s annual salary income.
Siles couldn’t help but marvel at Grenfield’s generosity.
He secretly thanked Teacher Grenfield in his heart, then put away the potions with higher purity, leaving only the potion bottles of 1% and 5% purity.
According to Carol’s explanation earlier, a potion with 1% purity and 1 standard potion bottle capacity could provide 10 hours of ritual time, as well as the most basic power of time.
Going up, a potion with 5% purity and 1 standard capacity could provide 50 hours of ritual time, and more powerful power of time.
Regarding the power of time, Carol hadn’t explained clearly yet, but Siles could roughly learn from the clues he revealed that the higher the purity of the potion, the stronger the ritual power that could be reproduced.
This was reciprocal. Rituals with stronger power required potions of higher purity, and potions of higher purity were usually used for rituals with stronger power; if used for ordinary rituals, it would seem a bit wasteful.
The two rituals Siles had learned before, [Flowing Wind] and [Invisible Shield], were relatively simple rituals that didn’t require much power of time to drive; of course, the power reproduced was not very strong either.
However, they would eventually learn more powerful rituals and would need to consume potions of higher purity.
The potions Carol gave them before were all 1% potions. He divided 1 standard potion bottle capacity of potion into six portions, and the length of the ritual time was also divided by six, with each person roughly getting over an hour of ritual time.
Purity directly affected the concentration of time power in the potion—that is, the power of the reproduced ritual, while capacity directly affected the length of the ritual time.
Most of the time, people wouldn’t drink a whole standard capacity of potion in one go; that would be somewhat wasteful.
Now Siles wasn’t in a hurry to consume the potion, although he missed that magical feeling of ritual time.
He glanced at his pocket watch and found that the time was nine o’clock at night. He got up and moved around a bit, went to the washroom to clear his slightly chaotic mind, then sat back at the desk, opening that notebook seriously and attentively.
The paper of the notebook was already slightly yellowed and wrinkled, and the ink had faded somewhat, carrying a fragile sense of age.
This was probably Grenfield’s own notebook from back in the day. The content was relatively basic, but also more complex and detailed than the introductory knowledge Carol explained.
Siles benefited greatly from it.
For example, the question about the power of time he thought of just now, he got some verification from this notebook.
The power Revelators borrowed from the past was actually largely constrained by the strength of the person whose power was being borrowed. For example, [Invisible Shield], the maximum power they could borrow would not exceed the ability of that Knight of the Order.
And an ordinary Church Knight was just a somewhat stronger ordinary person. Therefore, they only needed to use the most basic potions, Time Traces, and rituals to borrow their power.
On this basis, if they wanted to borrow the power of past supernatural ability users, they couldn’t rely solely on 1% potions. That simply couldn’t reproduce the power of the strong from that time.
…Yes, past supernatural ability users.
In this notebook of Grenfield’s, Siles finally verified a thought he once had.
Since the power of Revelators very likely originated from Antinam, then when those past Gods had not yet fallen, did They not lend Their power to believers? Was there no supernatural power system back then?
If Revelators need to borrow power from past times, do they only borrow the power of ordinary people? How strong could that be?
And Grenfield had already said before that the consequences of rituals borrowing the power of Gods were not so pleasant. But from ordinary people to Gods, where did the transitional class in between go?
Those supernatural powers that had long been obliterated in the dust of history might be tall tales to ordinary people.
But here with Revelators, they could truly reproduce those powers.
“Every Old God signifies a pathway of power,” Grenfield wrote in the notebook. “We call these people ‘Protected Ones’, but the meaning is exactly the opposite; they are people protected by the Gods of that time.
“Just like Revelators, we are people who receive revelations, not those who give revelations to others.”
Protected Ones and Revelators. Siles took a deep breath, feeling that the mist of this world had dissipated a bit more in front of him.
The fall of the Old Gods also took away this batch of supernatural power users protected by the Gods.
Siles couldn’t help but space out for a moment, then he continued to look down.
“The Protected Ones stepped onto the path set for them by the Gods. And Revelators, many years later, also followed in their footsteps, like thieves, stealing their power.”
Siles pondered this sentence carefully.
“Like thieves.”
These words gave him sudden inspiration. He thought, Is this the reason why the followers of the Old Gods are so hostile to Antinam and Revelators?
Not just because of those rumors chasing shadows regarding Antinam “blaspheming,” but more crucially, the Old Gods have fallen—fallen is fallen, but Revelators are “stealing” the power of the Protected Ones.
To put it nicely, it’s called reproduction; to put it harshly, it’s called poaching.
This didn’t sound like a reasonable power system, but more like a blatant provocation.
…This way of using power by Revelators… Siles pondered for a long time but still couldn’t give a suitable evaluation.
In the end, he cast aside these thoughts and continued to study this notebook Grenfield gave him.
He roughly introduced several power systems of the Protected Ones of the Old Gods.
For example, the God of Asceticism and Silence, Bronkani. Not long ago, when Siles saw that student club, he thought of this God. The power system He protected was gaining the power of the mind through asceticism, introspection, and lonely tempering.
Ascetic monks and “Power of the Mind.” These were the original words in the notebook, but Siles didn’t quite understand what kind of power this was exactly.
In contrast to Bronkani, Grenfield mentioned another God who was the complete opposite of Bronkani: the God of Gluttony and Violent Desire, known as the “Chef of the Banquet,” Timiafa.
Timiafa’s Protected Ones called themselves “Drowning Desire Diners.” An awkward name, but it summarized their characteristics very clearly.
Their cultivation method was completely different from that of ascetic monks. Most of them were indulgent, dissolute, greedy, and arrogant, skilled in eating, drinking, and playing, and exceptionally extreme. Their completely unrestrained aura formed a sharp contrast with the ascetics.
And the power they could ultimately obtain was also “Power of the Mind.”
Grenfield didn’t explain in detail the difference between these two types of mind powers in the notebook, but based on the descriptions of these two Gods, Siles already had guesses about this power of the mind.
The power of ascetic monks was very likely not that aggressive, serving as support; while the power of Drowning Desire Diners was very likely to trigger human weaknesses through different desires, thereby defeating enemies.
While thinking thoughtfully, Siles turned the last page and looked over.
The last page of the notebook was a description related to a ritual.
[The Silent Heart].
From [Flowing Wind], [Invisible Shield] to [The Silent Heart], the naming style of these rituals seemed uniform, carrying a very rigid temperament.
However, Siles didn’t care much about the thoughts of the person naming these rituals right now.
When he saw the name of this ritual at first glance, his heart couldn’t help but thump.
…Is it the meaning he thinks? The function of this ritual…
With a hint of impatience, Siles carefully read the explanation regarding this ritual.
“Revelators borrow the power of the Protected Ones, which ultimately still comes from the power of the Old Gods. Therefore, Revelators who reproduce the power of a specific pathway for a long time may irredeemably become followers of the Old Gods.
“Therefore, every Revelator, after initiation, will learn a ritual used to stabilize the mind and secure the true heart.”
Reading this, Siles immediately felt settled in his heart.
Sure enough, this ritual corresponded to the “Will” attribute in the RPG character!
Just like his high Will of 90… now 91, allowed him to successfully escape that huge danger even under the premise of completely not understanding the danger of the Out-of-control Time Trace.
He relied on his own quality, but Revelators could definitely use magical rituals to add a layer of guarantee for their souls.
At this moment, he also understood why Carol said Out-of-control Time Traces were not that common. Because this must be related to followers of the Old Gods—or rather, the reason Time Traces lose control is because they are related to former Protected Ones.
Siles continued reading.
“Incidentally, Little Carol is only your guide; after the introductory course ends, he won’t continue to teach these things hand-in-hand.” This line seemed to have been added just recently.
Siles felt more gratitude towards Grenfield, this teacher with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
“So, finding a reliable mind-calming ritual is the first thing you new Revelators need to do. Of course, you don’t need to. I have already prepared a suitable ritual for you. It can also be said to be the most suitable.”
Siles unavoidably smiled a little.
He thought, since Grenfield said so, perhaps he could also remind his classmates. However, he didn’t know if the ritual he used could be used by others.
He couldn’t help but look at that peculiarly shaped item.
That thing, to be precise, should be a brooch. The overall shape of the brooch was divided into two parts; a thin silver-white chain connected two different items at the ends.
One end was a strange plant, and the other end was a metal product like a disc, covered with curved lines.
Siles found the description related to this Time Trace and this ritual in Grenfield’s notebook.
“[The Silent Heart] comes from an ascetic monk in the early Shadow Era. Rumor has it that he was a very devout believer, so after coming of age, he embarked on the path of pursuing Bronkani, spending his life’s energy and time circumnavigating the world.
“The moment his life ran out was also the moment he was closest to his faith, the God of Asceticism and Silence, Bronkani.
“He died beside a plant named Angelica, holding a map recording the route around the world in his hand. These two items eventually formed the basis for constructing this Time Trace, ultimately forming this brooch.
“Incidentally, this method of Time Trace construction is called ‘Biological Photography’. It is too advanced for you; just understand it roughly. (The ink color of this sentence is very new, obviously supplementary content.)
“The way to use this ritual is to carry/preferably wear this brooch daily, and at dawn, cover this brooch with the right palm, gaze into the distance by the window, and stand for one minute. This is imitating the way past ascetic monks prayed to Bronkani.
“In this process, the Revelator will feel their mind gradually becoming clear and rational—not the clarity of ritual time, but more akin to the calmness of firming one’s true heart and seeing the road ahead.
“Each ritual can maintain the state of [The Silent Heart] for about ten hours (provided it is within ritual time), avoiding the influence of Old Gods and Old God followers to the greatest extent.
“This ritual is equally effective against Out-of-control Time Traces and can avoid the risk of Spiritual Deactivation.
“The biggest problem with this ritual lies in the high possibility of causing the Revelator to unconsciously generate thoughts of respect and worship for Bronkani. However, this is harmless, because this Old God has an excellent reputation in various documents and archives and is a basically harmless God.
“Suggestion: Wear daily; no need to imitate prayer every morning, can do so when needed. Continuous use is not recommended.”
After reading these words, Siles fixed his gaze on this brooch.
Just as he thought, the power of the ascetic monk pathway was an internal, auxiliary power that could protect human will and soul to the greatest extent.
Grenfield sent this ritual to him naturally because this ritual was harmless enough and effective enough. Siles immediately became interested in this ritual.
However, night had fallen; obviously, it wasn’t a good time to use the ritual. He planned to try it after getting up tomorrow.
For [The Silent Heart] to take effect, it must be within ritual time. Since Siles intended to test this ritual, he wanted to do it perfectly, so he ultimately chose the 5% standard capacity potion.
Potions of 1% purity usually could only handle ordinary rituals, but [The Silent Heart] was obviously related to Old Gods and Protected Ones. A potion of 5% purity contained more powerful time power and was a better choice.
Grenfield included a small measuring cup in the bag.
A 5% standard capacity potion could theoretically provide 50 hours of ritual time. Therefore, Siles planned to take one-fifth of the standard capacity, which happened to be the duration of a complete [The Silent Heart].
He silently made a plan in his mind, finally exhaling slowly, pulling his thoughts back from the complicated world of Revelators.
[Knowledge +3.]
The dice reminded him at just this moment.
It was nearly eleven o’clock. He spent two hours reading the notebook Grenfield provided him word for word, gaining a lot. His Knowledge attribute directly added three points, breaking through 50 points to reach 51 points.
The most critical part was perhaps the content related to Protected Ones.
In Carol’s introductory course, he vaguely mentioned a little, but not as bluntly as Grenfield’s notebook—terrifying and shocking.
Obviously, in Carol’s plan, parts like Out-of-control Time Traces, Old Gods, and Protected Ones weren’t to be omitted, but rather not to be mentioned so early.
But Siles was a research scholar; he himself was relatively knowledgeable about matters related to Old Gods and the Silent Era. Plus, he unfortunately encountered a dangerous Out-of-control Time Trace, so Grenfield gave him this backpack in advance.
…Yes, it should be in advance. Siles thought.
Carol had said before that they could only use potions in non-History Society settings after completing the introductory course, but now, Grenfield had already sent potions of different purities to him.
Grenfield wrote the introductory curriculum; of course, he also knew the rules of the History Society. But he did it anyway.
On one hand, Grenfield was a person who went his own way; on the other hand, he was probably very worried that Siles would encounter some dangerous matter out of the blue again.
Siles couldn’t help but feel a little moved. He solemnly put away the things Grenfield gave him, especially those precious potions and the notebook, and then organized the things he needed to bring tomorrow in advance.
Siles was now like a child who found a beloved toy, just wanting to immerse himself crazily in the ocean of Revelator knowledge.
But…
Tomorrow he had to meet those two apprentices, and additionally, a long public elective course awaited him in the afternoon.
Siles ‘Adult’ Noel sighed slowly, sat at the desk for a moment, then got up to wash in the washroom, falling into deep sleep early.
The next day, he woke up at dawn. It was just 6:30, half an hour earlier than his usual wake-up time.
Slight fatigue spread through his body, but Siles felt okay. He washed silently, then went to the study, looking at that bottle of potion with a focused expression.
He cautiously poured out one-fifth and drank it in one gulp.
The clear, slightly blue liquid slid down his throat. Almost immediately, the morning fatigue vanished from his body. Siles couldn’t help but think, although the main purpose of the potion was for ritual time, it had an effect similar to energy drinks.
If he wasn’t poor, he would really want to use this stuff as a refreshing beverage.
Siles thought jokingly in his mind.
He lowered his eyes to look at his hand and found a faint blue light rising. This didn’t affect his vision, but it was always a bit noticeable.
The potions he took before were all 1% purity, and this time switching to 5% indeed made the blue glow on his body a bit richer. Judging by the color, it was like the deep blue sky of summer, similar to the blue glow he had seen on Carol before.
Siles keenly thought: So, for Revelators like Carol, are the potions they take daily only 5% purity? Under what circumstances would potions of higher purity, or even 50% purity, be taken?
Siles recorded this question.
Then he picked up that brooch and pinned it to the left side of his suit. One end was on the folded lapel, and the other covered the breast pocket—this was originally a place for a handkerchief, but Siles didn’t like those red tapes.
He went to the washroom to look at this outfit and felt it was normal enough; the brooch didn’t look out of place. However, in this way, his whole appearance became more formal and serious.
Siles ignored these unimportant issues; he carefully experienced the changes after wearing the brooch.
At this time, the dice spun lightly and sent a notification.
[Will +1 (Temporary).]
Siles froze for a moment.
…Temporary? Meaning, this one point of Will was completely brought by this brooch? Even so, that is one point of Will!
In a Will check, this could almost be considered a life-saving point.
Siles felt emotions surging and rejoicing unconsciously. He smiled sincerely at himself in the mirror.
Then, he went to the window, covered the brooch with his right hand, gazed into the distance, and stood silently for one minute. During this process, he maintained a state similar to meditation, emptying his whole being.
One minute later, the dice spun again, sending a notification.
[Will +1 (Temporary).]
Siles was startled back to reality by this notification, and noticing the content of the notification, he couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.
[The Silent Heart] could last up to ten hours. Therefore, he could maintain the nearly incredible value of 93 points of Will for ten hours.
Siles thought for a moment, feeling a wave of disbelief. He subconsciously reached out to touch the brooch pinned to his left chest. The power of the Revelator shocked him at this moment.
A moment later, he packed his things and left the third-floor bedroom.
In the foyer on the first floor, he met Lorenzo, who was yawning. Lorenzo waved at him: “Hey, busy man, you have another letter.”
