Chapter 330: Tonight at 3 o'clock, come to my room and learn spells

"Do you really only want to learn [Merge into the Shadow] and not consider other rewards?"

There was a hint of reluctance in Margotha's tone.

"Yes, please, High Priest, teach me some magic!"

Ye Zhi's eyes were bright and he nodded expectantly.

Margotha's smile became a little forced.

In her opinion, with her charm, there is no reason why Sherlock would not be bewildered and fall at her feet.

However, reality gave her a slap in the face, causing Margotha ​​to doubt herself and wonder if it was because of her old age that the young man acted so decisively.

A single man and a single woman were in the same room, with flickering candlelight and fragrant air.

But there was no trace of intoxication on the black-haired boy's face, only a thirst for knowledge! "You..."

Margotha ​​didn't know what to say to him. Was he unromantic? Eager to learn? Dull and boring?

But one thing is certain, this kind of determined guy is a talent worth cultivating and slowly winning over!

Thinking of this, Margotha's eyes turned gentle when she looked at Yeats, as if her temperament had changed instantly, from a mature and beautiful beauty to an intellectual and kind sister.

"Since you've said so, I promise to teach you the fifth-ring spell [Merge into Shadow]."

Margotha ​​stood up slowly, put her hand on Ye Zhi's shoulder, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Come to my room at three o'clock tonight, I will teach you magic!"

This sounds familiar, and I should knock my head three times first.

Ye Zhi put aside the sense of déjà vu in his mind and showed a confused look: "Why choose midnight?"

"Why are you asking such a silly question?" Margotha ​​smiled softly, covering her mouth. "Of course it's because the dark divinity is more active at midnight."

"In my room, there are holy objects related to the Dark Night Goddess, which make the Dark Night domain more intense and help you master the Dark Night spells..."

Margotha ​​stood in front of the door, glanced back at Yeats and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you. Don't forget our agreement tonight."

With a flutter of her fingers, she cast the spell of merging into shadows, and transformed herself into a crow made up of shadows. Relying on her illusory body, she flew directly through the wooden door.

Seeing this, Ye Zhi once again marveled at the convenience of the [Merge into the Shadow] spell.

As long as you learn this spell, it is equivalent to not only mastering the wizard's transformation spell, but also learning the fourth-ring wall-passing spell. After all, the fourth-ring wall-passing spell is already included in the fifth-ring spell [Merge into the Shadow].

In the simple single room, Ye Zhi familiarized himself with the environment, blew away the dust on the desk, and used a cleaning technique to make the desk look brand new. Then he sat on the edge of the wooden bed and tried to shake it.

“Squeak—”

“Squeak—”

The bed was shaking constantly, obviously in disrepair, and it would make noise if you turned over on it.

The Duke of Honeysuckle, who had enjoyed a wealthy life, rubbed his brows and comforted himself: "After all, this is a temporary base hidden under the Plymouth fishing village. It's good enough that we don't have to squeeze into a bunk bed with others... I'd better meditate until midnight and then go find the high priest!"

A second-level transmutation spell, mending, can repair damage or cracks on objects, including this simple wooden bed.

Ye Zhi doesn't know this spell, but the magic genius Snow Owl does. However, he cannot summon an emperor-level monster at will, after all, the aura is too obvious.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Zhi closed his eyes and meditated, examining a cluster of enchanting purple flames in the soul realm, guiding the power seed of this shadow force, absorbing the rich shadow of the Dark Night Sect, and gradually growing stronger.

The energy contained in the creative field varies in different environments.

Just as the high priest said, she should have a holy relic of the dark night, which would allow the dark night domain to cover the entire stronghold and allow the believers to practice dark night spells with twice the result with half the effort.

“Squeak—”

“Squeak—”

At the corner of the corridor, priestess Chloe stood against the wall, listening attentively to the noise inside the room, her face flushed as she muttered:

"The high priest has already succeeded, hasn't he?"

"What are you doing standing here?"

A figure in a silk purple robe appeared at the corner. Margosha raised her eyebrows slightly, looking majestic without being angry.

“High Priest!” Chloe’s eyes widened in shock, and then she immediately lowered her head and said nervously, “Reply…Reply High Priest, I’m waiting for you. I want to ask you something!”

Margotha ​​looked at Chloe suspiciously, raised her chin slightly, and said, "What's the matter? Just tell me. There's no need to hide it in front of me."

Only because they grew up together could Chloe have a unique position in the Dark Night Sect, and she would not be punished for teasing Margotha. If other believers looked down on Margotha ​​because she was approachable, they would soon realize the cruel and cold side of the Dark Night High Priest.

Chloe hesitated for a moment and said carefully: "I actually want to ask... do you think there is something suspicious about Sherlock?"

Being optimistic about Sherlock doesn't mean that she won't doubt him, especially after he showed his terrifying strength in instantly killing the Eight-Eyed Demon Squid, Chloe became more cautious and felt that he couldn't have only the strength of a fourth ring.

Why did Sherlock hide it? What secrets did he have? Chloe had no idea and asked Margotha ​​for advice.

Margosha raised a cold arc at the corner of her mouth and said:

"The mystery of the dark night lies in secrecy, hiding and forgetting. I can understand his style of doing things. I have seen many loners who carry secrets and hide in the night. They have a similar temperament to Sherlock."

“And the reason why I kept him around was to see what he wanted to do.

No matter what, there was no way he could stir up trouble under the nose of a six-ring master.

His food skills are indeed outstanding, so I am considering using him to prepare a banquet."

Margotha ​​glanced at Chloe who was lost in thought, saw through her inner worries, and chuckled:

"Are you worried that Sherlock is a spy from another sect who has infiltrated our sect... just like the last caterer who was in charge of the banquet?"

"Isn't that possible?" Chloe asked back.

"Yes, but rarely, because the dark night divinity in him is very pure." Magosa asked, "Did he use any dark night magic when he was hunting the eight-eyed demon squid?"

Recalling the shocking scene at that time, Chloe immediately said: "Yes, the Shadow Blade he cast was extremely powerful. It is very likely a spell bestowed by God!"

Margotha ​​nodded slowly, her eyes deep as she analyzed:

"Then, there is a possibility that he once won the attention of the Dark Night Goddess with some extraordinary qualities and obtained the Dark Night divinity and divinely bestowed magic..."

"So, the possibility that he is a follower of the Mist is greatly reduced." Magosa said, "It is impossible for a human to be noticed by multiple gods at the same time... Do you think he is Prince Paris?"

Prince Paris is widely known for being targeted by three goddesses at the same time and being caught in the golden apple dilemma.

There are many kinds of gods' gazes: one is to grant divinity, one is to grant spells and combat skills, one is to promote careers, and one is to grant blessings that are more powerful than spells and combat skills.

The highest standard of treatment is to allow the extraordinary person who is being watched to become His chosen one and become His agent in the world.

Because Sherlock has been noticed by the Goddess of Darkness, in Margotha's opinion, the possibility that he is an undercover agent is very small, and his secrets will be discovered by her sooner or later, it is only a matter of time, so she keeps him by her side.

After listening to Margotha's analysis, Chloe's eyes flashed with respect, and she whispered, "High Priest, your opinion is great!"

Margotha ​​smiled softly and said, "I have an appointment with Sherlock tonight, so I will go back to my room to rest. Don't eavesdrop on me when the time comes... I'm just teaching him magic spells!"

Chloe blushed, it turned out that her lie had already been seen through by the high priest, she complained in her heart: In the middle of the night, a man and a woman are alone in a room, and you tell me you are just learning spells?

Let me learn it too! *Night falls.

The waves beat against the dark shore, without a single star.

Deep underground, in the stronghold of the Dark Night Sect, Ye Zhi ended his meditation and opened his glowing eyes.

Yeats stood up quietly, walked through the dim corridor, stopped in front of an exquisitely carved door, and knocked gently three times.

"High Priest, it's me."

"The door is not locked, come in."

The lazy voice gives people endless reverie and is naturally charming.

Ye Zhi calmed himself down, and the bard's anti-control ability took effect, and he pushed the door open and walked in.

In the luxurious and spacious bedroom, the curtains were lightly drawn. Behind the screen, there was a figure sitting, flipping through a book. Upon hearing the noise, he stood up and walked to the screen.

Margotha ​​was wearing a silk purple robe, with a pretty face and long curly hair. She looked Yeats up and down and smiled, "Follow me."

Yeats followed Margotha ​​to a small shrine in the corner of the bedroom.

A holy emblem in the shape of the Dark Sun is enshrined on the shrine, and a black hourglass is placed on the pedestal.

The frame of the hourglass is carved from ebony, emitting a deep black glow, and the quicksand inside is night blue, flowing with a humming sound.

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"The [Night Hourglass] is a sacred object of my sect, symbolizing concealment, waiting, and secrets."

Margotha ​​smiled and said, "It is this holy object that allows the Shadow Realm to provide shelter for this stronghold, so that it will not be noticed even under the nose of the Church."

Standing next to the [Night Hourglass], Ye Zhi could clearly feel the activity of the Dark Night God in his body, and said in surprise: "What is this quicksand made of? It doesn't look like a solid object."

"It is the shadow dust from the shadow world. If necessary, it can open the passage to the shadow world through the shadow dust—"

Margotha ​​paused and said, "Someone should have told you before what the shadow world is, right?"

In order not to reveal his flaws, Ye Zhi nodded slightly.

The Shadow Realm is a plane similar to the Underworld and is the domain of the Goddess of Darkness.

In the shadow world, there live many powerful shadow beasts. It is a place full of shadows and without life or death.

Margosha said slowly:

“Even for us Dark Night believers, the Shadow Realm is an extremely dangerous existence.

The longer you are exposed to the shadow world, the more likely you are to be assimilated by the shadow, become a part of it, and be [forgotten] from then on.

In order not to forget others, nor be forgotten by others, we must have our own [secrets]. Keeping secrets is what the night teaches us.

Sherlock...what's your secret?"

Margotha's eyes moved, deep and charming, fixed on Yeats, as if trying to see through his soul.

Yeats made a pious expression, bowed his head to the hourglass in the dark night, and said devoutly:

"Only Dark Night knows my secret."

And there is the mist...Ye Zhi added in his heart...the goddess of mist also knows about it! Margotha ​​smiled and said, "Secrets need to be kept. Of course, maybe one day we can become close friends and exchange secrets with each other..."

Dark Night believers can get married, and the wedding ceremony between believers is to exchange secrets.

Yeats always suspected that the old woman had ill intentions towards him, and her words always had hidden meanings, but of course he did not rule out the possibility that she was still testing him.

"The reason I told you about the Shadow Realm is to remind you that when you practice Merge into the Shadow, you cannot stay immersed in the shadow for a long time. Otherwise, you will forget that you are a human being and be assimilated by the shadow."

Margosha said in a serious tone, "Okay, now we will start the formal learning. I will teach you the spell first..."

The spell that blends into the shadow is difficult to pronounce and has complex grammar.

At this time, the advantage of the Magic God-chosen talent [Linguist] is reflected, and this language talent can even be applied to the field of spells.

Yeats deliberately spent more time. It took him half an hour to learn the spell from Margosa, which only took him three minutes to memorize, before he could repeat it haltingly.

Even so, Margotha ​​was still secretly shocked. In her opinion, this learning ability was already quite impressive!

"Everyone's shadow is a part of them that is closely related to the shadow world." Margosha taught patiently, saying:

"How to use shadows to cast dark night spells is a compulsory course for every dark night believer... So, you must try to communicate with the shadow, let it accept you, and agree to let you enter the shadow, so that [Merge into the Shadow] can succeed!"

"So how can we communicate with shadows?"

"Forget, forget your appearance, use your subconscious, sink deep into the water, and you will hear the voice of the shadow..."

Margosa's explanation was very mysterious. In general, it was to empty the brain and only let the subconscious mind be active. Under Margosa's guidance, Yeats gradually found the trick. He felt that he had come under the water, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him... It was himself.

It is a wonderful feeling, as if the soul has left the body and can see oneself meditating with eyes closed from a third-person perspective.

"Right now, use the spell I was just teaching you to merge into the shadow!"

No more pretending! Success at once! Ye Zhi recited the spell accurately, and felt his consciousness return to his body. Immediately, his body gradually sank into the shadow under his feet!

Suddenly, Ye Zhi felt that he was in a new world and his eyes widened in shock.

To use an analogy, the shadow is the water surface, and below the water surface is the shadow world! Margotha's voice came from above the "water surface": "You can't stay in the shadow world for too long. Now try to use your shadow to move around in the material world!"

Yeats poked his head out from the shadow, looked around, and then swam back and forth in the shadow as if swimming.

Looking at Sherlock who was full of curiosity, Margotha ​​smiled and said, "Every believer who has just learned the spell of [Merge into Shadow] will have a novel experience. Next, I will teach you how to transform into a shadow beast..."

According to Margotha, after merging into the shadow world, it is best to act in the form of a shadow beast to avoid being attacked by the shadow beast in the shadow world.

But in fact, the "shadow world" that Yeats just saw can only be regarded as the outermost layer of the shadow world, and he didn't even see the gate of the shadow world.

If the shadow beast wants to come to the material realm, it must open the "Gate to the Shadow Realm" - just like the scene on the night of a lunar eclipse.

Soon, Ye Zhi mastered the method of transforming into Shadow Crow, which is also the simplest form of shadow transformation.

"Flutter..."

The shadow crow circled in the air and finally fell to the ground, turning into the image of Yeats.

Ye Zhi couldn't hide his curiosity. He was very satisfied with the "Seventy-two Transformations" of the Dark Night School. He nodded and said, "Thank you, High Priest!"

Margotha's heart was filled with surprise.

This talent is indeed extraordinary, worthy of being a transcendent who has been watched by the goddess of darkness! The efficiency of learning the fifth-ring spell [Melting into the Shadow] is nearly ten times faster than Chloe! Margosha smiled and said, "No need to thank me, just remember what I just told you, be careful not to forget and keep the secret."

"My teaching you magic is a secret between us."

"If something happens to you someday, just don't tell the secret."

Ye Zhi: “…”

I feel like I accidentally set a very dangerous flag...

“It’s not a big problem.”

Yeats thought:

"Although Wukong cannot jump out of the palm of Buddha's hand, he can jump out of Jesus's palm..."

(End of this chapter)