Cyril selected part of the secrets from Bansy Island and copied them down from memory. Then he wrote out two stories he had heard before. Setting down his fountain pen, he tore the sheets from the notebook and handed them to Ohaiz.
Ohaiz casually glanced over them at first, but then his gaze froze as he began reading them seriously.
Only after finishing all the contents did he look at Cyril and say earnestly:
"Your gains are greater than I imagined. Perhaps I should consider giving you the Warlock potion as well, or exchanging it for a mystical item of equivalent value?"
"Of course, that would be after you have copied down all the knowledge from that ancient book."
Cyril nodded slightly. "Thank you for your generosity."
Ohaiz waved a hand and instead asked:
"Do you want to advance now, or wait for a while and adjust your condition first?"
After some thought, Cyril replied, "Can I choose to advance tonight? I feel that I still need to make some preparations."
Ohaiz nodded thoughtfully.
"Of course. However, by then I should already be studying the knowledge you brought back. Drawing power from knowledge to create magic or sorcery is not a short process."
"How about this? I'll bring you the ingredients needed to brew the potion shortly. Once you are ready to advance, brew and consume the potion yourself."
Cyril hurriedly nodded. "No problem."
This was the best outcome. If this Demigod chose to stay nearby and watch over him, Cyril might not have been able to hide it from him.
After their conversation ended, Ohaiz raised his hand slightly, causing the Night Veil in the room to suddenly vanish.
Then he summoned that somewhat illusory, translucent carriage forged from gold once more. After he boarded it, a burst of