The Righteous Player(s)

"...Master Bernardino."

　　 Longjing Tea endured it for a long time, then reluctantly suppressed the vomiting feeling in his belly, and said hello respectfully like an old man.

　　 I want to state that it’s not that he himself has any opinion on Bernardino Trescio.

　　 It was not Bernardino's words that stimulated him.

　　 is just a very strong sense of fear.

　　 That is not human eyes——

　　 Under the face covered with withered yellow bandages, the black runes flowed like living things. It looks like a tiny cockroach crawling on the ground, making a low noise that is almost inaudible.

　　-and in the gap of the bandage, two rare gems were revealed.

　　 is not a metaphor.

　　 It's not like Annan's pupils are as beautiful as jewels... Nor is it Kaphni's eyes that look like dolls.

　　 It is a real gem.

　　 One of them is a quail egg-sized sapphire with many facets. No matter if you look at it from any angle, you can see a pure white, solitary rune floating in the middle of the gem.

　　 And Bernardino's left eye is a high-quality, eye-sized golden cat's eye. The straight and even bright golden eyeliner stood upright, seeming to shine steadily outward.

　　 Through the bandage, Longjing Tea can vaguely see that Bernardino's eye sockets have turned into a golden jewel base.

　　 He was covered in bandages, as if he had survived a fire scene. Naturally, there is no place to wear rings, necklaces, and bracelets.

　　 Maybe this inlay... or the golden jewel holder fixed on his eye socket by other means, is his curse bearer.

　　 If the old man sits there without speaking, no one will think that this is a living person.

　　 Just being watched by the old man's eyes of two jewels, Longjing Tea felt her body tremble uncontrollably.

　　 That kind of feeling is like wearing a sweater and walking in the wind in winter.

　　 From the chest to the back, it was eroded by the bone-chilling chill.

　　-that may not be an illusion.

　　 "Don't bully my students."

　　 Suddenly, Clarence spoke in a low voice.

　　 He raised his right hand and pointed to Longjing Tea.

　　 At that moment-Longjing Tea keenly felt that the cold feeling in his chest suddenly disappeared.

　　 Longjing Tea vaguely saw that the tips of Clarence's long and sharp nails were faintly shining with blue light.

……what is that?

　　 "It seems that you are very satisfied with him."

　　 Bernardino whispered and laughed.

　　 His laughter was dry and hoarse, not good at all, just like the fake smile of an actor with poor acting skills.

　　 "That is the spirit body raised by Master Bernardino. It just held your heart."

　　 As if reading the doubts of Longjing Tea, Clarence briefly explained to him: "Your current soul rank is too low to see them.

"In addition to being good at controlling emotions, memories, and perceptions, the Imperius School is also good at controlling the'soul' itself. And Master Bernardino is a'lingering monk' who specializes in controlling the soul. "

　　 Clarence calmly stated: "Of the two eyes of the master, one can destroy, absorb, and bind the souls of others, while the other enslaves hundreds of souls.

　　 "If your rank is higher... you can see the ghost pushing the wheelchair behind the master."

　　...So, that's why, can he control the wheelchair even with his hands wrapped in bandages?

　　 Longjing Tea suddenly realized.

　　 "Heh... I can already see La Ruth... It's a great talent."

　　 But the old man just let out a ho-ho laugh again, and said in a very slow low voice: "'Other spiritual monks'...I can think of it as...can you give me the answer?"

　　 "This is my answer."

　　 Clarence replied calmly and seriously: "You know, I didn't intend to do this. I have my own way."

　　 He said, raising the index finger of his right hand, his knuckles slightly bent: "I won't tell you what you have been here. But if you don't leave, I can only report to the tower master."

　　 is like writing in the air. The tips of his beloved long nails are shining with fluorescent light, swiftly flicking in the air, leaving trails of blue light. These light traces remained faintly in the vision of Longjing Tea, forming a somewhat complicated rune.

　　 "Oh, oh, oh... it doesn't have to be that way, Clarence. It's not forcing... but invitation."

　　 Bernardino was still curled up in the wheelchair, let out his trademark dry laugh, and said very slowly: "If you disagree... just assume I haven't been here today."

　　 As he said, the wheelchair under him suddenly turned on its own.

　　 Longjing Tea suddenly felt a familiar feeling of coldness coming from her body again--a soft and powerful force pushed him backward. The gate opens automatically, and all obstacles between the old man and the gate are all lined up to both sides.

　　 Even the extremely heavy bookshelf fixed to the ground by the Zedi Black Tower gave way in front of the old man.

　　 When Bernardino passed by Longjing Cha, his wheelchair suddenly stopped.

　　 The old man turned sideways slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Book of Crane?"

"……what?"

　　 Longjing Tea was taken aback.

　　 "You don't know..."

　　 Bernardino sighed with regret, and shook his head: "It's a pity..."

After 　　, the old man never stopped.

　　 But the moment he passed the gate, the wheelchair disappeared without a trace.

　　 While Longjing Tea was stunned, Clarence gently patted him on the shoulder.

　　 "Don't be nervous. He is here because I am about to advance. The master is here to ask me if I want to advance as a spiritual monk.

　　 "It has nothing to do with Gerald's business, and it has nothing to do with Jude's business."

　　——Fuck?

　　 Longjing Tea was shocked.

　　 I haven't asked anything yet, why do you know everything?

　　 But he calmed down almost instantly.

　　 Clarence spread out his hands: "Did you see it, this is rank suppression. This is a demonstration.

　　 "Soul rank does not completely represent combat effectiveness, but it determines the difficulty of saving throws for extraordinary abilities."

　　 Clarence smiled helplessly: "If you want to keep a secret, you'd better hurry up and embark on an extraordinary path.

　　 "The soul that has not been corroded by the curse... Basically everything you think is reflected in my mind."

　　 "...So, Master Bernardino also knows everything?"

　　 "No, it's not necessarily. Silver to gold does not increase one's abilities across the board like bronze to silver."

　　 Clarence gave a negative answer: "Entering the golden level~www.wuxiaspot.com~ changes the entire race... the abilities previously possessed will have huge changes.

　　"After being advanced as a spiritual monk, he no longer has the ability to read minds and change emotions as he pleases.

　　 "Whatever you want to get, you must give something. The huge leap from silver to gold cannot be filled by a curse.

　　 "I know who killed the teacher, and I know what Jude is doing now. But I won't avenge the teacher. Because his death is inevitable...even without your master, he will die there.

　　 "Because he took the wrong path, it has nothing to do with me. And this is his destiny.

"As for Jude... he died for his own reasons, but it was also because of my order, so I will avenge him. But only once will kill your friend. This is what he did with him. Destiny that is equal."

　　 Clarence looked at Longjing Tea and replied in a gentle voice: "Are you relieved now?"

　　 Longjing Tea swallowed, and smiled reluctantly: "I thought you were from the prophet school...fate or something..."

　　 "Prophets never give others the future they see."

　　 Clarence replied calmly: "They are just a bunch of cowardly and cowardly horsemen."

　　 He raised his right hand, showing off his long nails as sharp as a dagger.

　　——It was a sharp weapon made from the corpse of a horseman, capable of shredding the "destiny".

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