"...Master Bernardino."
Longjing tea endured it for a long time before it could forcefully suppress the vomiting feeling in the belly, and greeted the old man respectfully.
It should be stated that it is not he himself who has any opinion on Bernardino Treshaw.
It wasn't Bernardino's words that stimulated him either.
Just, a very strong sense of fear.
those are not human eyes
Under the face covered with withered yellow bandages, those black runes flowed like living things. It was like tiny cockroaches crawling on the ground, making almost inaudible rustling noises.
And in the gap of the bandage, two rare gems were revealed.
Not a metaphor.
It's not that Annan's pupils are as beautiful as jewels... nor is it Kafni's eyes that look like dolls.
Rather, genuine gems.
One was the size of a quail egg and had an extremely faceted sapphire. No matter from any angle, you can see a pure white, solitary rune suspended in the middle of the gem.
And Bernardino's left eye is a very high-quality chrysoberyl cat's eye the size of an eyeball. The straight and uniform bright golden eyeliner is vertical, as if shining steadily outward.
Through the bandage, Longjing Tea could vaguely see that Bernardino's eye sockets had turned into golden gem bases.
He was covered in bandages, as if he had survived a fire. Naturally, there is no place to wear rings, necklaces, and bracelets.
Perhaps this inlay...or the golden gem holder fixed on his eye socket by other means is the bearer of his curse.
If the old man sat there without speaking, no one would think he was alive.
Just being watched by the old man's two jewel eyes, Longjing Cha could feel his body trembling uncontrollably.
That feeling is like wearing a sweater and walking against the strong wind in winter.
From the chest to the back, it was eroded by the bone-piercing chill.
That may not be an illusion.
"Don't bully my students."
Suddenly, Clarence spoke in a low voice.
He raised his right hand and pointed to Longjing tea.
At that moment, Longjing Cha keenly felt that the cold feeling on his chest suddenly disappeared.
Longjing Tea vaguely saw that the tips of Clarence's long and sharp nails were faintly shining with a faint blue light.
… what is that
"It seems that you are very satisfied with him."
Bernardino chuckled lowly.
His laugh was dry and hoarse, not pleasant at all, like the smirk of an actor with poor acting skills.
"That's the spirit body raised by Master Bernardino, it just grabbed your heart."
As if understanding Longjing Tea's doubts, Clarence briefly explained to him: "Your current soul level is too low to see them.
"In addition to being good at manipulating emotions, memories, and perceptions, the Soul Seizing School is also good at controlling the 'soul' itself. And Master Bernardino is a 'spiritual monk' who specializes in controlling the soul body."
Clarence stated calmly: "Of the master's two eyes, one can destroy, absorb, and bind the souls of others, while the other enslaves hundreds of souls.
"If your rank is higher... you can see the ghost behind the master pushing the wheelchair."
… So, that’s why, could his hands be manipulating a wheelchair with bandages
Longjing Cha suddenly realized.
"Heh... I can already see La Ruth... What a talent."
But the old man just let out a ho-ho laugh again, and said in a very slow whisper: "'Other spirit monks'... can I see it as... your answer to me?"
"That's my answer."
Clarence replied calmly and earnestly: "You know, I have no intention of doing this. I have my own way."
He said, raising the index finger of his right hand, with the knuckles slightly bent: "I won't tell you that you have been here. But if you don't leave, I can only report to the Tower Master."
Like writing in the air, the tips of his beloved long nails glowed with fluorescence, and they swiped rapidly in the air, leaving streaks of azure blue light. These traces of light remained vaguely in Longjing Cha's field of vision, forming a somewhat complicated rune.
"Heh, heh, heh...it doesn't have to be, Clarence. It's not a compulsion...it's an invitation."
Bernardino was still curled up in the wheelchair, let out his signature dry laugh, and said very slowly: "If you disagree...just pretend I haven't been here today."
As he spoke, the wheelchair under him suddenly turned on its own.
Longjing Cha suddenly felt the familiar cold feeling coming from his body again, a soft but powerful force pushing him backward. The gate opened automatically, and all obstacles between the old man and the gate were moved to both sides.
Even the extremely heavy bookshelf fixed to the ground by Zedi Black Tower gave way in front of the old man.
When Bernardino passed Longjing Tea, his wheelchair stopped suddenly.
The old man turned his body slightly, and asked in a low voice, "The Book of the Sky Car?"
"… What?"
Longjing tea was taken aback for a moment.
"You don't know..."
Bernardino sighed with some regret, and shook his head: "It's a pity..."
The old man didn't stop after that.
But the moment he passed the gate, the wheelchair disappeared without a trace.
When Longjing Cha was in a daze, Clarence patted him on the shoulder gently.
"Don't be nervous. He came here because I'm about to advance. The master is here to ask me if I want to advance to become a spiritual monk.
"It's nothing to do with Gerald, and it's nothing to do with Jude."
Fuck
Longjing Cha was shocked.
I haven't asked anything yet, how come you know everything
But he calmed down almost instantly.
Clarence spread his hands: "See, this is rank suppression. This is a demonstration.
"The rank of the soul does not completely represent the combat power, but it determines the difficulty of the immunity of the extraordinary ability."
Clarence smiled helplessly: "If you want to keep a secret, you'd better hurry up and embark on the path of the extraordinary.
"A soul that hasn't been corrupted by the curse... Basically everything you think has been reflected in my mind."
"... So, Master Bernardino also knows everything?"
"No, it's not necessarily true. From silver to gold, it doesn't have a comprehensive increase in one's ability like bronze to silver."
Clarence gave a negative answer: "Entering the golden rank will change the entire race... the abilities you had before will have a huge change.
"After becoming a spiritual monk, you no longer have the ability to read minds and change emotions at will.
"If you want to get something, you must give something. The huge leap from silver to gold cannot be filled by a curse.
"I know who killed the teacher, and I know Jude's current situation. But I will not avenge the teacher. Because his death is inevitable... Even without your master, he will die there.
"Because his path is wrong, it has nothing to do with me. And this is his fate.
"As for Jude... he died for his own reasons, but also on my orders, so I will avenge him. But only kill your friend once, that's what you do with him An equal fate."
Clarence looked at Longjing Tea and replied gently, "Are you relieved now?"
Longjing Cha swallowed, and said with a forced smile, "I thought you were from the Prophet School... Fate or something..."
"Prophets never grant to others the future they see."
Clarence replied calmly: "They are just a group of cowardly 'horsemen'."
He raised his right hand, showing off his long, dagger-like nails.
It was a sharp weapon made from the corpses of the Emaans, capable of tearing apart "destiny".