Dorian Gray's question did not surprise Fors. The correspondence over the past month had already prepared her mentally. She even consulted the experienced "Hanged Man" at the Tarot Club to understand what kind of expression and reaction she should use to face the situation normally.

“Are there really such extraordinary people?” Fors asked in astonishment.

Dorian nodded slightly:

"have."

He looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, so he walked to a tree with all its leaves fallen and placed his hand on it.

Dorian's figure suddenly became blurred, as if it had become a reflection in the water.

When it became clear, he had already appeared behind the tree, his posture unchanged.

“Oh my God! This is truly amazing!” Fors remembered the teachings of Mr. The Hanged Man and Miss Justice, opened her mouth in a semicircle, and exclaimed in amazement.

Dorian came back and asked again with a smile:

"Do you want to become such an extraordinary person?"

“…I want to!” Fors was silent for a moment before answering “excitedly”.

Finally, she was going to become an outer member of the Abraham family. Many things would become much easier in the future! Her heart was filled with genuine joy.

Dorian laughed, then calmed down and asked again seriously:

"Will you be my student?"

Fors nodded repeatedly:

"willing!"

Dorian breathed a sigh of relief, and then said self-deprecatingly:

"I'm not a good teacher. I even taught... Haha, there's no need to talk about the past. Anyway, don't have too high expectations."

After considering it for a while, he decided to learn from previous experiences and lessons and not tell Fors about the Abraham family. He only treated the relationship between the two parties as a simple teacher and student. This way, he would not have to worry about the other party coveting the few remaining super-powerful magical items in the family.

“No, your explanation of mystical knowledge is excellent, really, Mr. Gray, no, teacher.” Fors quickly confirmed the relationship between the two parties.

Dorian looked at the tombstone, shook his head and exhaled:

"I had no intention of teaching students anymore, but your noble character inspired me.

"If nothing goes wrong, I can give you the corresponding potion today."

"Today?" Fors asked in surprise.

When she went to Backlund Station to pick up Dorian Gray, she found that he only had a very small suitcase, barely enough to fit a set of clothes. There was no evidence that he was carrying any extraordinary materials.

Could it be that he has his own resource channels in Backlund, resource channels belonging to the Abraham family? Fors had a vague guess.

Her original plan was to take advantage of the inconvenience of being in different places and sell the extraordinary materials of the "Apprentice" potion, and then tell the other party that she had successfully been promoted to an extraordinary person. In this way, she could not only get a considerable amount of cash supplement, but also avoid the sad result of repeatedly taking the "Apprentice" potion and having to spend some time digesting it.

"Yes." Dorian did not explain and pointed in another direction. "Let's go see Lauberuo and Anlisa first."

After paying their respects, the two left Green Cemetery and returned to the house that Fors and Hugh rented in Cherwood.

In the past month, Hugh, who had been promoted to "Sheriff", had been going out early and returning late every day in order to repay the heavy debts she was carrying, trying to get every bounty she could get. So, when it was almost noon, she was undoubtedly not at home.

"Is there a quiet room?" Dorian looked around with a relaxed expression.

"A lot." Fors led the new teacher into the living room on the first floor.

Dorian walked around the room, checked the environment, and then asked Fors to light a candle mixed with crimson sandalwood.

He closed the door and drew the curtains.

In the dim and flickering light, he walked to the candle and took out two bottles of water-colored essential oils and some common herbal powders.

Holding a ceremony? Shouldn't there be three candles? Fors watched curiously, but didn't speak rashly, as if she was shocked by the atmosphere.

After finishing the first part of the ceremony, Dorian took a step back and said in ancient Hermetic language with a serious expression:

"I!

"I call upon my name:

"A strange spirit that roams in the upper realm, a void creature that loves music, and a contracted partner of Dorian Gray Abraham."

Woo!

A wind suddenly blew in the living room, bringing with it a trembling sound of crying, and the swaying candlelight was stained with a faint blue hue.

Circles of light spread out rapidly, seemingly forming a door beyond normal concepts.

A spherical object that was half-illusory and half-real flew out from the "bottom" of the aperture.

It is milky white all over, with no eyes, nose, arms, legs or feet. There is only a crack on the surface that looks like a mouth.

Dorian smiled visibly, opened his mouth, and hummed a folk-flavored lullaby.

The "ball" suddenly swayed from side to side, looking extremely comfortable.

After humming the song, Dorian reached out his hand:

"Malmos, give me the things I left with you the day before yesterday."

The "ball" jumped up and down, its body suddenly swelled up, and its "mouth" opened wide.

Then it spat out two pieces of extraordinary material of strange brilliance.

It’s still possible… Fors was stunned.

Dorian caught the main ingredient of the "Apprentice" potion, interrupted the summoning, and ended the ritual.

He turned to Fors and smiled:

“Even in the spirit world, void creatures like Malmos are extremely rare. Normal summons cannot be directed to them. An elder with a high enough sequence must enter the spirit world and, after a long search, sign a contract with one of them. Only in this way can the descendants complete the summoning under the corresponding name.

"After the void creatures come over, we can re-sign the contract so that they are closely connected to us and no longer be summoned by others."

"So that's how it is...it sounds very interesting!" Fors said from the bottom of his heart.

She couldn't help but look forward to the future:

If we ignore the full moon curse, and the fact that ordinary Beyonders are suppressed and face danger at all times, exploring this wonderful world is really a wonderful thing... I hope that one day, I can also truly travel in the spirit world...

Dorian chuckled and responded:

“The biggest function of Malmos is that it can swallow a lot of items into its stomach without causing any damage to them. It is equivalent to a mobile, hidden warehouse that is almost impossible to be found by others.

"Of course, it can't store too much. Its stomach is limited. Also, it doesn't like people without musical talent and will refuse to sign a contract with such people."

Fortunately, at least I can play the lyre... Just as Fors breathed a sigh of relief, Dorian ordered her to find an iron-black stew pot.

Watching the other person mixing the potion, her expression seemed unchanged, but in her heart she was frantically praying for an accident.

I don't want to drink the "Apprentice" potion again! That would waste a lot of time! If I had known this would happen, I would have been more frank and honest... It's too late to say it now. Teacher Gray must have divined, but the result was interfered with. Confessing means that there must be a strong person behind me, someone is instructing me... While thinking about this, Fors saw Dorian turn around and hand over a bottle of potion with gurgling bubbles.

"Drink it, and you will become a Beyonder." Dorian said in a plain but very attractive tone.

Then, he comforted Fors:

"Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will go wrong."

"Hmm!" Fors gritted his teeth, took the "Apprentice" potion, and drank it in one gulp.

At the same time, a sentence flashed through her mind:

Honesty is the most valuable quality...

…………

The carriage stopped outside the East District. Klein, carrying a cane and wearing a top hat, entered the vast slums from a relatively less bad neighborhood.

After walking for a while, he saw two familiar figures coming out of a relatively tidy apartment in front.

They were both girls, one was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other was fifteen or sixteen years old. They were Freya and Daisy, the daughters of Liv, a laundry worker. The latter had been kidnapped by Capin's men, but was rescued because of the "Black Emperor" incident.

Daisy also noticed Klein and immediately smiled brightly:

"Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty!"

Klein smiled and nodded, then asked in surprise:

"Daisy, didn't you go to a public elementary school?"

After appeals from journalists such as Mike Joseph and the promotion of the Church of the Goddess of Night, the Backlund City Government used Kapin's real estate to establish a charity fund specifically to help women and families who had been harmed by Kapin.

Daisy and her family took advantage of this opportunity to move from a dilapidated apartment with a very poor security environment to the edge of the East District. They expanded their one-room apartment into two rooms, separating the "laundry workshop" from the sleeping and eating areas.

In addition, Daisy also received compensation to attend a public primary school. The tuition of 3 pence per week and the corresponding meal allowance were paid by the charity fund, which made her very happy.

The reason why Klein was confused was that public elementary schools only had Sundays off, so Daisy shouldn't be here at this time.

"The school is very close. I took advantage of my lunch break to come back and help Freya deliver the washed and dried clothes to the guests' homes. She and her mother are too busy to handle it alone." Daisy answered frankly.

The most direct impact of her going to school was that the amount of clothes Liv and Freya could wash every day decreased, and the family income dropped significantly. If reporter Mike had not helped them apply for subsidies from charity funds, they would not have been able to maintain their current life.

Therefore, there was no doubt that Freya would not have the possibility of entering a public elementary school. When Daisy and Klein talked about school, her eyes revealed envy and pain that were difficult to hide.

She was not even eighteen years old yet and could only watch her sister go to school quietly.

Klein noticed this detail and deliberately reminded Daisy:

"You really should know that your mother and Freya have worked very hard. You should treat them well."

Daisy nodded seriously and said:

"I've thought about it. Once things are stable, I'll teach Freya what I learned during the day at night and on Sundays. I'll be her personal mentor!"

Freya's eyes suddenly blinked and she couldn't help but lower her head.

"Very good, that's good." Klein praised, said goodbye to the two sisters in a good mood, and turned to another street.

After changing into work clothes at Black Palm Street, he just left the apartment where he rented a room when he saw a middle-aged man in shabby clothes approaching him and asking kindly:

"Sir, have you ever heard of the original Creator?"