The Righteous Player(s)

"...Now...memory...spells...exposed..."

Intermittent and vague voices rang in Annan's ears.

It's like an old radio, when the channel is not fully tuned, the sound is mixed with a lot of noise.

——I hope I tapped with my ring finger twice in a row, it should make them understand what I mean.

Annan thought.

He was indeed able to judge what message Isaac wanted to convey to himself from the current words.

It is nothing more than "knock the chair with your left index finger if you can hear it", "Your memory is theoretically interfered with by a spell, be careful not to reveal anything" and the like. As long as Annan hears some fragments vaguely, other parts that are not clear can also be reasoned with facts.

It's like doing English listening.

Especially here, there are not so many interference items.

Combining context, guess what Isaac meant.

But... that's only now.

In case he missed the "no" in "don't" or the word "don't" in "don't go", then the meaning would be completely different.

Annan hopes to be able to judge that what Annan wants to express is "hear, but inaudible" by tapping on the ring finger, which is symmetrical to the index finger.

On the other end, Isaac quickly realized when he saw Annan tapping his ring finger for the second time.

He pressed the button again and said, "If you can hear clearly, tap the index finger of your left hand; if it is blurred, tap the ring finger of your left hand; if there is a gap in the middle, tap the little finger of your left hand. Repeat, if you can hear clearly, tap your index finger... …"

"——Are you a little better now?"

Just as the intermittent voice of the brain sounded, the doctor sitting in front of Annan saw Annan wake up. He also picked up the paper files in front of him and asked with concern: "Are there any discomforts in the head? Do you feel palpitations? Do your fingers... feel numb?"

"...It's okay."

Annan silently tapped the little finger of his left hand twice on the chair, and at the same time tapped the index finger to the little finger of the right hand in turn.

He said honestly: "But to be honest, I don't know very well...what is going on."

"So, do you have an impression of me?"

The white-haired old man wearing a white robe and a kind face asked slowly.

Annan shook his head in silence.

Seeing his seemingly horrified reaction, the doctor chuckled instead: "This is normal, Bernardino. Don't worry too much."

The doctor comforted Annan, then walked to Annan and began to remove the restraint device on his body.

When all the devices on his body were removed, the doctor generously extended his right hand to Annan.

It is an old right hand that is warm and powerful, and it gives people a strong sense of peace of mind just when they touch it.

As the psychiatrist pulled Annan up from the chair, he tidied his collar for Annan and said methodically, "Introduce yourself, you can call me Julius. I am Ludwig's friend and he is also The psychiatrist arranged for you."

"……Psychologist?"

"Don't worry, I have a medical license. I'm an Imperius sorcerer recognized by Denison, and I'm still teaching in the Tower of Hei Yao. Although it may seem very old, I'm actually not fifty years old— —This is just an image that needs to be performed. It can make people think that I am harmless and can bring the heart closer to my heart."

The old man smiled: "If you want, you can also call me Professor Julius."

"Professor Julius...I still want to ask..."

Annan pursed his lips and made a confused voice.

In front of a silver-tier Imperius sorcerer, Annan even temporarily stopped thinking. Too intense thinking is as conspicuous as a campfire rising in a snowy field for the Imperius Sorcerer.

He temporarily blocked most of his thinking ability and used his instinctive acting skills to conduct conversations.

But at this moment, he also took the opportunity to lift the task panel out and take a look.

[Don't regret it]

[Wake up soon]

[Live]

——Three side missions, none of them was completed.

In other words, Annan is still in a dream.

Annan refocused his attention and continued to ask: "Do I have any mental illness?"

"Okay, let's first clarify a concept—"

Facing the question of "Bernardino", the old man Julius just explained: "People's thoughts are powerful. If you think you have a certain disease-especially a mental disease, then even if you don't have the disease, you You may gradually have this disease.

"At the root, your heart deceived your body. And if you don't trust me enough, even if I tell you,'Your disease has been cured,' I might subconsciously suspect. In that case , My treatment itself is meaningless."

"Is it even necessary to cleanse the memory to treat diseases..."

"Can you actually realize that your memory has been modified?"

Old Julius raised his brows slightly: "Ah, it's normal. After all, you can't remember me anymore...I have also deleted my memory from your mind."

The white-haired old wizard who seemed quite old gave a brisk and gentle smile: "[After we are separated, the memory of this conversation will be buried in your heart, and I don’t usually think about it again]. Okay, you still have it. You can ask anything you want. As long as the condition is not involved, I can answer whatever I can."

"Who pays for my treatment?"

"Naturally it is Ludwig."

The wizard returned to his seat and squinted his eyes with a chuckle.

The gentle smile on the corner of his mouth did not change at all: "Do you have any income?"

"……I do not have."

"Naturally. Especially [you have made an appointment with Ludwig and are going to Denison Theological Seminary], and the money on hand should be used sparingly. [You don’t want to go home dingy after you have no money] Right? After all, [you swear to be an outstanding big man before you can go back to see Ludwig]."

Dr. Julius crossed his legs and placed his fingers on his knees, not so solemnly. His upper body naturally leaned back on the back of the chair, and he looked very relaxed.

This is an action that doesn't match his "old" image now.

And what Annan will not ignore is.

——He clearly felt that in the conversation just now... there was a mysterious power spreading in the air along with Julius' words.

That is a trace of the Imperius spell.

Although the spellcasting is very natural and can easily fool Bernardino, whether it is for Annan or Isaac, the traces of the spell are too clear.

After all, it was only a silver-tier wizard who was nearly fifty years old and had to earn a living in the wizard tower.

Although Annan is also a silver-tier wizard... but even if he is also a silver-tier, there is a clear gap in level.

This is a soul-removing spell called [hint spell].

When the other party is not aware of the irrationality in the speech, he can add "non-existent memories" to the other party through doping hints, or directly change the other party's decision-making.

Although those few sentences are very naturally integrated into the overall conversation, there are still flaws in this. Because suggestion requires very clear words, a calm statement, and no ambiguity.

And those few sentences, not only did they sound a little offensive... but also when ordinary people spoke, they would not say so clearly. Every place has its own dialect-even if it is Mandarin, there is a big gap between it and the broadcasting tune, which is the sense of violation of this degree.

If Dr. Julius can be more vigilant, he might choose a better topic to instill hints for Bernardino.

But for him, Bernardino is just a mortal who has never mastered any spells. And as a child, when the dialogue is over, all subsequent memories will be erased according to the effect of the first hint... there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Don't be so nervous."

Seeing Annan not saying a word, Dr. Julius couldn't help but laugh, showing a kind smile: "Are you scared of me? Oh right..."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from behind.

"[This is the letter of introduction written by Ludwig for you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ for arranging you to enter the seminary to learn the natural philosophy knowledge you want to learn]."

Doctor Julius made a soft voice.

Lips are slightly open, teeth are lightly touched. Invisible fluctuations echoed in a small space.

"This is... a letter of introduction?"

"Yes, Ludwig doesn't want to see you so distressed every day. After all, he is your adoptive father and loves you deeply."

"distressed?"

"Didn't you already... [don't want to make sculptures anymore]?"

Doctor Julius watched Annan.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his voice was gentle and convincing.

(End of this chapter)

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