The two men left the hotel and walked along the Theodosius Avenue in Constantinople.
"I don't quite understand." Peggy said, "Asker, you should want to recruit her, so why do you want to dissuade her from becoming a transcendent?"
"No, I didn't dissuade her." Ask shook his head. "I just reminded her that becoming a superhuman is risky. You've heard of the threshold effect, right? Tell the customer that they can try it for just one silver coin, and then after the customer has paid, you can convince him to pay nine silver coins to buy it. This is more likely to succeed than if you start by selling him ten silver coins."
"To put it bluntly, becoming a non-human is just a conflict of self-cognition, which is the least of the negative effects faced by extraordinary people. I haven't mentioned the loss of control of the body and the collapse of rationality. Those are the major dangers that will lead to the fall of extraordinary people. If I said it directly, I'm afraid they would be scared away on the spot."
"What is the loss of control of the body and the collapse of rationality?" Peggy immediately became a little nervous.
"To reach the end of the Bloodline Road, you need to reach level ten, which means taking a total of ten potions." Ask explained, "Potions come in many different sequences, and most of them conflict with each other, so it's easier to break down as you progress. The loss of control of your physical strength will cause you to irreversibly turn into a monster, and the collapse of your mental strength will turn you into a madman."
"Then the two vampire routes you mentioned..."
"That's from a certain ancient secret organization (player forum). After many experiments, they selected a potion combination with the lowest risk and the highest return." Ask sighed, "The two vampire routes are secret knowledge that almost no one knows about nowadays. Don't tell anyone."
"You've already told them." Peggy said helplessly.
"It's okay, the two of them will join us." Ask was very confident.
Oriole Tavern.
Today, as location becomes increasingly important for business, the business of the Oriole Tavern near the city wall has become so depressed that it cannot be more depressed. Only the elderly residents nearby occasionally come here to have a drink, lamenting that they don't know when this tavern will go bankrupt.
What no one knew was that, as a secret intelligence base of the Seljuk Empire in the Eastern Solomon Empire, this tavern would never go bankrupt due to "poor management" - unless it was discovered by the Imperial Military Intelligence Agency.
The vampire Morius walked along the corridor on the third floor with a sad look on his face. He came to the room at the end of the corridor and knocked on the door in a certain rhythm.
The door opened.
She immediately pushed the door open and went in. After closing the door, the vampire knelt on the ground and begged in a trembling voice:
"My Lord, the stronghold of the Achilles family was destroyed by the Church. This was indeed my fault..."
"You are not qualified to defend yourself, Morius." The voice behind the curtain said coldly, "Your limbs will be broken, your spirit will be imprisoned, and you will be thrown into the arena surrounded by the sulfur river. The devil lord will decide your life or death... if I hadn't asked His Majesty for mercy on your behalf."
"My merciful master, thank you, I thank you." The vampire kissed the ground hurriedly to express his submission and loyalty.
"My mercy is not without price, Morius." As the female voice sounded, a round table with wheels was pushed out, on which was placed a bottle of potion in a narrow-necked bottle.