Roselle's Notes

Luther spread a sheet of white paper on the desk and wrote on it with a pen.

"Combat methods currently available:

1. Revolver (ordinary bullets and enchanted bullets)."

He frowned at that line, paused, then awkwardly added, "There is considerable room for improvement in marksmanship."

He continued writing:

"2. Secrets Suppliant rituals."

"Special note: Most are extremely evil and require the sacrifice of life or extreme emotions. The objects of these rituals are all the True Creator, and the effects obtained will also cause one to become depraved and insane."

After that line, Luther wrote, "For reference only. Absolutely must not be used."

He had already learned that lesson deeply. The miserable outcomes of Sirius and Hanass after conducting their rituals were still vivid in his mind.

Besides, he had obtained far too many rituals of this sort... no, there were simply too many. He even suspected that ordinary Secrets Suppliants would not possess so many rituals. These things that had been forcibly stuffed into him were practically frantically urging him to jump into a pit of fire.

That bastard True Creator was really harming people badly.

Luther cursed inwardly, then continued writing.

"A small number of rituals do not pray to the True Creator. Their effects are relatively weak and can be attempted, but caution is still required..."

"3."

When he reached the third point, he hesitated for a while, but still wrote it down.

"3. Hidden Sage."

"An equally dangerous evil god. The only difference is that It is not the True Creator. Perhaps when facing a threat from the True Creator, I could... No, it is still too dangerous. Unless it is a matter of life and death, do not attempt it."

Luther put down his pen and looked at the three points he had written, gradually revealing an expression somewhere between laughter and tears. Most of them were extremely dangerous abilities that were strictly forbidden from use. As for the remainder, such as the revolver, he was simply a novice with no talent to speak of.

But after sorting through everything this time, he had roughly figured out the direction of his future efforts.

First, he still needed to keep practicing his shooting, at least until every shot hit the target. Higher accuracy could wait for now.

Second, he needed to learn some rituals or supportive magic with less burden, such as divination. Hmm, the talisman Royale had used before seemed to have been obtained through a ritual related to the Goddess. He could try learning that.

Lastly, stay farther away from those dangerous things.

Luther still hoped to live a peaceful life. He felt that if he truly could not return, staying here and continuing to live like this with Cecilia would not be so bad. He could go to work normally, occasionally encounter a little excitement, and rely on the captain and the others to deal with it while he cheered from the back. Then, after work, he could return home. Once he had saved enough money and his younger sister had finished school, things could become even more stable...

"Hehe."

Just then, he heard twisted, malicious laughter. Lowering his head, he saw Sirius in the shadow beneath the desk, his shattered head a bloody mess as a tumor-covered hand reached out and gripped his ankle!

Fuck!

Luther felt his scalp explode. He yanked his leg back and kicked hard, but struck only empty air.

"You are already the Lord's believer. You have received the Lord's gift, yet you still want to live an ordinary person's life? Stop dreaming!"

Luther's leg passed through Sirius's body. Sirius chuckled as he continuously spat venomous words.

It seemed to be an illusion.

Luther could not help taking a step back.

Bang! Bang!

The bedroom window was knocked on from outside. Luther looked up and discovered a figure pressed against the second-floor glass. It was Hanass, covered in blood. His mouth stretched all the way to his ears as he repeatedly knocked his head against the window. Beneath his black robe, two twisted faces squirmed and let out shrill screams.

The world darkened. Rustling sounds came from the corners, while irregular black lines squirmed at the edges of his vision.

The True Creator's corruption?

Luther shook his head, but the illusory sound of ocean waves did not echo in his mind. Instead, he felt a slightly tipsy daze.

Not external corruption... could this be a problem from within myself?

He recalled the mysticism classes he had attended. Old Neil had once said that excessive spiritual exhaustion or states such as fatigue and drowsiness could lower a Beyonder's mental resistance, making them more prone to losing control and experiencing hallucinations.

I understand. It was probably because I drank alcohol, right?

Luther remembered the bottle of champagne on the dining table. The alcohol had affected his mind and caused him to hallucinate. He could not help shaking his head. It seemed he would have to quit drinking in the future.

So he sat on the bedroom bed and tried to meditate, calming his mind. Sure enough, as his heart gradually settled, hallucinations such as Sirius slowly disappeared, leaving only a few shadows in the corners of his vision.

Only then did Luther breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up, lit the paper covered in his writing, and burned it completely. Then he carefully ground the ashes into fine powder and poured them into the wastebasket before washing up and going to sleep.

When he lay in bed and closed his eyes, he seemed to see the faces of the two people he had killed once more. Fortunately, he did not care. He merely turned over, cast them aside, and fell asleep peacefully.

A few days later, in the Armory of Blackthorn Security Company.

"Very good. You have already completely mastered Hermes." Klein clapped lightly and praised him with a smile. "Your talent is simply incredible. At this rate, Ancient Hermes and Ancient Feysac probably will not be difficult for you either."

"It is mainly because you are such a good teacher."

Luther smiled and set aside the test paper he had completed without a single mistake.

Putting the joke aside, he did not think he had much talent. Learning English in his previous life had been terribly difficult. The reason he had learned Hermes so smoothly this time was likely because of the Secrets Suppliant potion in his body. After all, Hermes Script was precisely the language and writing used in mysticism rituals.

"If you put it that way, I could consider becoming a foreign language professor at Tingen University." Klein followed along with a smile, not taking it seriously. He probably had guessed why Luther learned so quickly as well. "All right, that is all for Hermes Script. I should head to the Divination Club."

"I hope you get lots of customers today."

Luther said.

Klein's Sequence 9 pathway was Seer. Luther had no idea what he was thinking, but he had actually gone to the Divination Club to tell fortunes for people. He heard that the money Klein earned each day was very little, yet Klein never grew tired of it.

In addition, Old Neil's property had officially been transferred into Luther's name, but he had not moved in. It was not for any other reason; the suburbs were simply too far from his younger sister's school. So Luther had asked Dunn to find a suitable tenant for it, renting it out for 18 soli per week. Not only did that cover the rent for 6 Daffodil Street, it also left him with some extra pocket money.

After seeing Klein off, Luther did not go upstairs either, because he was on duty in the Armory today. Calling it guard duty was really just slacking off. Usually, no one came to disturb him. So he casually carried over a pile of mysticism materials from the archives next door and began studying on his own. There were both internal Nighthawks materials and collections from civilian sources. Reading them aimlessly was actually quite interesting.

For example, he came across something called Roselle's Notes. It was said to be a notebook written in code by some transmigrator senior who made his teeth itch with hatred, and no one had been able to decipher it to this day.

With curiosity, Luther opened the box and was stunned to see written on it—Chinese?