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On the other side of the city lord's palace, Siosande crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, watching Sartre flipping through the account books and records.

There are a large number of sheepskin books scattered on the wooden table, which record the purchase list of spices from Tien and even the city lord's palace.

"Senior, why are you still pursuing Tien's matter? Don't forget, we will leave here soon. Do you still want to stay here?"

"I just have some suspicions," Sartre said without raising his head: "Maybe we can find some clues through the account books."

"But we are leaving soon. Tion is dead. Even he was ritualized by the cultist. The cultist was also..." Siosande paused and said vaguely: "Been raped. That being ate it.”

"Because of Colin," Sutter rubbed his eyes and turned a page, "he seems to skimp on the spice."

"Hey, withholding spices? Isn't that normal? He's just an ordinary person, and I can feel the stench of money emanating from his soul from the inside out."

Sartre hesitated, shook his head, and finally looked up at Siosand, "It's different. He knows which spices can be withheld and which cannot."

In order to persuade Siosande, he tidied the wooden table a little and opened the spice tray that Colin bought for him.

At this time, the spice box was mostly empty, but based on the powder and liquid remaining in the container, Siosande was still able to identify what spices it was.

Sartre pointed at each one and explained to Siosande: "The purity of the awakening root powder is not enough, the juice of dragon scale grass is contaminated, and the smell of snake eye wood is wrong. Maybe it is not old enough..."

He gave Siosande a meaningful look without explaining too much.

Everyone came out of the Tower of Stars and was jointly trained by Julian and other instructors. Even if Siosande's grades in spices and ritual classes were slightly worse, that was only compared to Sartre.

"Are they all general spices..." Siosande mused thoughtfully, staring at the spice box in silence.

These spices have a wide range of applicability. They are not so much auxiliary spices as stabilizers, which can help users better control the reactions between different spices.

In other words, without them, it will only increase the difficulty of the ritual in disguise, causing the ritual to lose part of its effect, but it will never affect the ritual itself.

This is of course not a good thing.

If the spirituality of the core material for the ceremony is lost, deteriorates, or is missing, it will lead to the failure of the ceremony or even backlash. No gold coin system extraordinary person wants to bear the consequences.

However, the most subtle part is here.

This spice box provides dozens of different spices. Only these spices are used as auxiliary spices for rituals, and only these spices are wrong.

Although the quality of all core main materials varies, from Sartre's perspective, it is all a quality problem of the spices themselves, which is inevitable.

"It seems like this Colin has a hand." Siosande shrugged, "What does that mean?"

Extraordinary people of the gold coin system believe that there is spirituality in all things, and they can activate the power contained in them by mediating the spirituality between different materials. This of course belongs to the category of extraordinary knowledge.

This is the biggest difference between diviners and prophets. The Tower of Stars can provide diviners with comprehensive and massive ritual formulas and plans.

Without previous guidance, the diviner would have to try a new ritual at the risk of the ritual failing or producing other effects, or even risking ritual backlash.

This is why the identity of a prophet is so precious.

But if you just memorize the effects of each spice by rote, you don't need an extraordinary person, even ordinary people can do it.

"Aren't you curious how he knew?"

"Maybe Tien taught him. After all, he went to the Tower of Stars for further study. Ha, I remember you mentioned that he failed the entrance exam three times in a row. He is really an idiot."

Siosande shrugged, looking indifferent.

"However, he did withhold spices." Sartre pulled out two account books from the table and opened a page that had been marked in advance. "This is the spice account book of Iris Trading Company regarding the City Lord's Palace. They are responsible for providing the City Lord's Palace with spices." Part of the spice. But if you get it right, something is wrong."

"Half a month ago, Colin purchased several soulless grasses in the name of Tien. They are the main materials for advent rituals, and only advent rituals require them. This was requested by Tien, but during that time , Tien has never held an advent ceremony at all, and in Leiden City, most of the rituals he needs to perform are detection rituals, and there is no reason to hold an advent ceremony."

"In addition, Colin also purchased sleepless grass from the Iris Trading Company. However, Tien only mentioned this spice once two months ago. Sleepless grass is not an extremely expensive spice. Colin cannot delay it. I only recently purchased them for Tien, and the whereabouts of these sleepless grasses are unknown."

"Furthermore, if we look at the vertical comparison...two months ago, Colin's spice purchases increased significantly, and Tion's demand for spices increased several times. However, in the past two months, there were no major events in Leiden City. occurred, and there were not many mass gatherings, so the consumption of spices is unlikely to increase significantly."

Sartre pointed them out to Siosand one by one, and finally closed the account book and made a conclusion calmly, "So, judging from the spices alone, at least one of Colin and Tion has a problem."

Only then did Sartre, who was eloquent in his analysis and explanation, become somewhat of a disciple of the tower master of the Star Tower.

"So?" Siosande's eyes flashed, and his originally lazy attitude perked up a bit.

Right, this is the senior he expected!

These are the teacher’s students!

"So, we need to talk to Colin again." Sartre hesitated and looked at Siosand, "If I remember correctly, the City Lord's Mansion is holding a dinner today, and Colin should be at the banquet."

Siosande casually took out the account book from the table and flipped through it a few times, and said meaningfully: "Senior Sartre, don't I remember that you hate participating in this kind of gathering? If you are doing it for him, , seems to be a bit over the line.”

However, when he raised his head, he met Sartre's determined gaze.

He was almost startled, because he and Sartre had been together for many years, and he had never seen Sartre show such a decisive and firm look today, and his blue, starry eyes were almost burning with fire.

"He is the player of the string of destiny, and his destiny has been modified." He hesitated, his tone more serious than ever before, "I want to prove something, something very important..."

Thanks to Ayayama for the two tips~

Thanks also to book friend 20201228145555263 for the reward (kneel down gently.jpg)