At that moment, Lind sensed the spell model of the ignition spell he had just created.
The model was running meticulously, and the small spell model was shimmering faintly.
"Hmm... According to the book, it means to destroy it directly with mental power..."
Linde tried to ram it hard with his mental power.
It turned out to be completely useless.
The spell model of the Ignition spell only trembled slightly before continuing to operate.
From a realistic perspective, it was just like this tiny fire, without any source or wind, spontaneously stirring.
"Hey, it's pretty sturdy, isn't it?"
Linde gathered even stronger mental energy than before and rammed into it again.
This time, it only caused an impact, but still did not destroy the spell model.
"That's not right. This way, the mental energy consumed is not enough to achieve the desired effect. It would be better to use other spells to fight it head-on."
Linde stroked his chin and pondered:
"Could I be mistaken? Is there something wrong with the way mental energy is being destroyed?"
This time, Linde tried a different approach. He twisted his mental energy into a cone-shaped spike and thrust it towards the ignition spell.
The mental energy spike easily destroyed the outer layer of the spell model, immediately jamming it and causing it to disintegrate.
"Haha, that's more like it! I'm such a genius..."
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, a slight stinging pain shooting through his mind.
Linde suddenly felt as if he had poked his own brain on a spiritual level.
This feeling was so bizarre that it made Linde feel as if he had discovered a new continent.
He suddenly flipped through the book and found that the spellbook did not describe the headaches caused by this kind of destruction.
The book only says that after a spell model is destroyed, the caster of the destroyed model will only experience a slight sense of disorientation.
"Is my headache caused by a problem with the shape of my mental energy?"
Linde recalled the mental energy he had just twisted into a sharp cone.
Then Lind created another Ignite spell, intending to destroy its spell model once again.
This time, I used a stick-shaped piece of mental energy to destroy the model, and it worked just as well.
The spell model has absolutely no resistance to this twisted mental power.
This disruption of the spell model gave Lind a slight sense of disorientation, as described in the book.
"Hmm...it seems that most mages in this world do this when using spell counterspells."
While twisting oneself into a sharp cone to destroy the spell model would cause additional mental harm to the caster, it's unclear whether using a more horrific method of destruction would have an even greater impact on people...
Linde's thoughts gradually took a terrifying turn, and even he himself felt a chill run down his spine.
"If you twist your mental energy directly into a bullet that can grow spikes, and then shoot it into the model, and then let the bullet grow spikes to destroy the model..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it gives me a splitting headache. Won't it turn the caster into an idiot?"
Linde was also hesitant to use it on himself, since if he became an idiot, no one would be able to inherit his territory.
So, after confirming that the spiked bullets were feasible, Lind simply branded two types of spell counters: one was his own spiked version of spell counter, which wouldn't kill him, at most it would feel like being stabbed with a needle.
Another option is the terrifying spell counter (the painful version).
"If we encounter any cultists or anything like that, we can give it a try; there's no pressure at all."
"Speaking of which..."
Linde flipped through the entire spellbook but couldn't find any similar mental damage spells.
"Am I setting a precedent? What should we call it? Mental shock?"
Just as Lin De was lost in his fantasies, there was a knock on his door.
Jieluo's voice came from outside the door.
"My lord, a man has come to the door. He claims to be a knight and wishes to see you."
"knight?"
Linde looked on with suspicion. How could a wandering knight come to my remote place?
In this world, some human nobles, after falling on hard times, become wandering knights without territory. These wandering knights either choose to become vassals of other nobles or become pioneering knights, going out to explore new territories.
Otherwise, they can only wait for their lineage to end and their complete demise.
"Let's go take a look."
Linde rose from the meditation room, dusted off imaginary dust, straightened his noble robe, and followed Jero to the hall downstairs.
Before even going downstairs, I spotted the person in the black robe below from the railing.
That enormous black robe, worn from head to toe, made it impossible to tell his age or gender.
It wasn't until Linde came downstairs that he could clearly see the person's face.
Her silver-white hair was neatly tied up, shimmering, and her mature and beautiful face confirmed her identity as a woman—she was actually a female knight!?
This made Linde even more puzzled, because under normal circumstances, women were not allowed to inherit noble titles, and since the person in front of him dared to call himself a knight, there was probably only one possibility.
Holy Knights of Punishment dispatched by the Holy Light Church!
As expected, the silver-haired knight removed her hood and bowed in greeting:
"Good day, Your Excellency Baron. My name is Leonis, a Holy Knight of the Church of Holy Light. I have come on the orders of the Church. Please forgive my intrusion."
It really is a Holy Punishment Knight. Lind had only heard of them before, but had never seen one.
Back in the Earl's territory, Lind had met the church's priests more than once. At that time, Lind had just transmigrated and was seriously injured. The old Earl invited the priests to help Lind cleanse and heal his injuries.
Moreover, in general, the duty of a Holy Knight is to punish evil and purify the dead; they will only appear in places where cultists exist.
Could it be that the letter I sent to the Earl has arrived? No, that shouldn't be the case. The letter should only be halfway there.
Just as Lind was pondering, the Holy Punishment Knight who called herself Leonis revealed her purpose:
"My lord, please forgive my intrusion, but according to information obtained by the Holy See, some cultists have infiltrated your people, and there are even leaders among them. Please be sure to..."
At this moment, Lind interrupted the Holy Punishment Knight, saying:
"If you're here to find cult members, you're probably going to have wasted your time."
"What?"
The silver-haired woman immediately became alert; it was clear she was a seasoned veteran who had witnessed many instances of nobles being corrupted.
Of course, she may have misunderstood this time.
"Hey, wait a minute, don't misunderstand, I've already wiped out those cultists."
Seeing the female knight about to erupt, Linde quickly spoke up to clarify.
"Annihilate them? Impossible, unless you can come up with something sufficiently powerful..."
Leonis was so surprised that she couldn't speak, as if someone had stuck in her throat.
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