"No, I learned by reading books. Hmm, do you know what a skill book is? Like the ones in games—you slap it with your hand and learn the skill." Chen Xiyao sized up the policewoman in front of her, seemingly wondering whether an auntie like her could understand the way young people talked.
But as an organization dealing with Weird Tales, the policewoman had obviously encountered plenty of strange things. She quickly understood what Chen Xiyao meant, and the "human-shaped lucky charm" Tag she'd mentally stuck on Chen Xiyao became even more firmly attached.
There were fewer than ten known Magical Items in the entire world that could teach people skills directly. Although it was possible that some countries and organizations were keeping them secret, their rarity was beyond question—especially when the skill was Internal Force, a system that could enhance one's abilities in every way.
What? Chen Xiyao hadn't explained her ability?
It was Internal Force! Unless it was a system that pretty much every person in Yan knew about, Chen Xiyao wouldn't have used that specific term.
Seeing the shock she couldn't suppress in the policewoman's expression, Chen Xiyao laughed to herself. On the surface, she remained perfectly calm as she said:
"He seems to be able to make skill books. Besides a manual for cultivating Internal Force, he made a CD right in front of me. If you put it on your head, you can learn a kind of magic that creates mist. But you can only use the ability ten times a day, and it lasts just half a minute each time."
Listening to Chen Xiyao's "it's nothing special" humblebrag, the policewoman felt like hitting someone. But as a public servant, she managed to restrain herself. As she considered the value of this White Robe person,