Klein shared the Acting Method with you

"Clang!"

Glass wine goblets collided, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound. The light gold champagne bubbled finely, looking quite beautiful under the illumination of the lights.

In contrast, the glass of plain water in Luther's hand seemed a bit lackluster. Having seen two dead people after drinking previously, he no longer dared to easily experiment with alcohol.

"Hey, Luther, aren't you being a bit excessive? This banquet was held specifically for you, and you won't even take a sip of wine?"

Leonard teased with a smile.

"Ah, sorry."

Luther had to explain, "After I drink, my mental state tends to become unstable, and I see strange things, so I can't drink."

He finished speaking, and the atmosphere of the banquet cooled down a notch.

Loss of control was one of the things every Beyonder dreaded most, and Luther happened to be a Beyonder on that very dangerous pathway. Once he explained it this way, naturally no one would urge him to drink anymore, but the atmosphere inevitably became a bit awkward. Even the usually frivolous Leonard wore an embarrassed expression at his slip of the tongue.

"It's alright, everyone doesn't need to mind me."

Seeing this, Luther smiled and said, "I'm usually fine; it's just that I have issues after drinking... It's probably because I still need to continue mastering the Potion to reduce the influence. After a while, it should be fine, and we can drink together then."

After that, he frequently raised his glass, symbolically making a round with every colleague, chatting and laughing a bit, which slowly improved the atmosphere. When Luther clinked glasses with Klein, the latter's expression seemed a bit hesitant, as if he wanted to say something to him. However, he quickly covered it up, and Luther didn't press for details.

Captain Dunn was the last one to clink glasses with him.

"Old Neil sent me a letter."

Dunn chuckled, "He said he works very peacefully in the Goddess's cathedral. He has let go of the regrets of the past and has been sleeping very soundly lately."

"That couldn't be better."

Luther replied.

"If Old Neil were still here, he would definitely be full of praise for this steak." Roshan cut off a piece of juicy steak, and after tasting it, she sighed with emotion. But although she said that, she put down her knife and fork, neither eating nor drinking, her eyes fixed on the meat on the table.

"It's a pity he isn't here." Ms. Xiga Teong, who possessed the temperament of a writer, said, "So, just pretend it's for him and eat a little more."

"But I still need to lose weight..."

Roshan was a bit wavering.

"It's fine, this is for Old Neil."

"Ms. Xiga, you're right!"

Roshan affirmed Xiga's statement and then began to bury her head in eating.

During the meal, everyone chatted and laughed, discussing recent interesting events and daily life, and the scene was exceptionally lively.

Luther sat back in his seat and began to focus on the food in front of him. The fatigue from his workout left him with a poor appetite, but his reason told him he had to eat something. He could only cut the steak into small pieces, stuffing a little into his mouth each time, chewing it haphazardly, and then using thick soup and plain water to help swallow it. Just like that, after eating slowly for a while, his appetite gradually improved, and in the end, he finally cleared the food in front of him.

The waiters brought dessert, and the colleagues who were already full began to chat idly. Xiga was talking to Roshan about the difficulties of writing her novels, Klein and Leonard were chatting about poetry, and even the cold Luo Yao was exchanging a few words with the stern-faced Frye.

The wine was good and the banquet was fine, but there was always a time for it to end. Seeing that everyone had eaten about enough, Dunn, as the captain, raised his glass again, "Alright everyone, at the end of the banquet, let us toast to Luther once more."

Everyone raised their glasses at the same time upon hearing this, looking at Luther together, with smiles on every face.

Luther stood up with his glass, looked at his colleagues' smiling faces, and let out a soft breath.

"Thank you, everyone."

He said sincerely.

Besides a fading appetite, another consequence of physical training was muscle soreness. It wasn't much of an issue that day, but when Luther got up the next day, it was practically killing him; even climbing out of bed had become a very difficult task. Fortunately, his younger sister Cecilia had learned massage while taking care of him in the past, and she massaged his whole body, relaxing his muscles, which made him feel a bit better.

Because of the Lanerius incident, they hadn't been able to go to the theater to see the performance last weekend, so they had changed the plan to this weekend.

In the following days, Luther's life became relatively regular. In the morning, he would first report to the company, then study occult knowledge until lunch and a break. In the afternoon, he would first go to the shooting range to practice, and then go with Klein to the combat teacher Gawain for training.

"Your foundation in occult knowledge is just about there."

That morning, Klein smiled at Luther, "It's time to combine it with practice."

"Oh? How so?"

Hearing him say this, Luther became interested for a moment.

"Don't be so excited, it's just an underground trading market related to the occult." Klein smiled, "I'll take you there to look around, buy some materials, and then when we get back, I'll teach you how to make a Sleep Charm."

"That's a fantastic idea."

Luther said happily. He knew about the Sleep Charm; Luo Yao had used this charm to control Hainas when she was controlling him. Although he had the more convenient Servant's Bell he could use, the origin of that item was hard to explain, so it was best not to use it in front of colleagues.

The two boarded a public carriage, chatting all the way in the swaying carriage until they arrived at the Tingen City dock area, where they got off.

"How is your control of the Potion lately?"

As they chatted, Klein mentioned matters regarding the Potion intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's alright, as long as I get normal rest, I won't hear any strange voices."

Luther also replied casually, but in his heart, he began to wonder what his colleague was trying to say.

"Hmm."

Klein walked a few more steps, then turned his head to look at him and said, "You know, I've been working as a fortune-teller at the Divination Club lately."

"I've heard others mention it."

Luther nodded. For Klein, a Seer who truly possessed magical powers, going to such a place was practically a dimension-crushing blow. Besides, he went so frequently that he must have earned quite a bit of extra money.

"When I perform divinations for others at the club and offer them guidance, I always feel the influence of the potion within me diminish."

Klein continued.

Hm?

Luther sensed something was off and couldn't help but stop to look at Klein.

Is he... hinting at the Acting Method to me?

"What are you trying to say?"

"I mean, when I act in accordance with the name of my potion, the potion seems to become more compatible with my body." Klein smiled and continued to offer a heavy hint to Luther, "So I think, perhaps you could try it too—acting according to the name of your potion... perhaps that way, the influence the potion has on you will be much smaller."

He really does know about the Acting Method, and he took the initiative to tell me!

Ah, right, he probably had a similar idea during the dinner party last time.

Luther thought to himself, finally understanding the meaning behind that peculiar micro-expression he had shown earlier.