Moxis

The Small Town's expansion and construction had originally been in full swing, with Commoners sweating everywhere...

Unfortunately, the weather was terrible today. A torrential downpour had begun.

William wore a purple robe and walked along the bluestone road beneath an umbrella.

Some workers who were sheltering from the rain and chatting shuddered when they saw his expression.

They felt that this afternoon's wages seemed likely to vanish because of the rain...

"Hmph, it's just rain. Why has construction been suspended?" William glanced at Nock, who followed at his side.

"My Lord, is this just a little rain?" Nock dejectedly adjusted his helmet, ignoring the clattering on top of it as he pointed at the hailstones on the ground, which gave off a chilling mist...

"Who the hell knows... This is a subtropical region. How could it possibly hail?" William twitched his lips. He had just been about to visit Moxis when the torrential rain suddenly began. The closer he got, the heavier it became, until it even started hailing. It was as if the heavens themselves were stopping him from going out.

And if nothing unexpected had happened, Moxis, who possessed foresight, seemed to already know why he was coming. That was why he had stirred up this strange weather and brought down such a refreshing mix of rain and ice.

But such a minor obstacle could not stop William from seeking him out.

Before long, he arrived outside a Divination House and waved at Nock. "Go back first. I need a divination for tomorrow's journey."

"Yes, my Lord." Nock nodded at him. In his heart, he thought that his Lord at least had some self-awareness and knew there was a good chance he would never return once he left.

Knock, knock! William knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Knock, knock!

Still no answer.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...

Creak. A young man with long silver hair opened the door. His eyes were unfocused, and there was a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth. He looked past William and glanced around before suddenly realizing what was happening. "Oh my, Lord, what kind of hail blew you all the way here? How strange. It can hail in this damned place?"

William's lips twitched. He knew this guy was an asshole, but he had not expected him to be such an asshole...

Moxis, as one of the few beings in Version 1.0 who could fight above his level—and by a ridiculous margin at that—

Had never cast magic beyond Level 69 during the first year of the Open Beta. From beginning to end, he had put on an act, looking down on all Players with the air of a hidden powerhouse.

And he really was a powerhouse...

"Moxis, are you closing up to sleep in broad daylight? Do you even intend to do business?" William folded his umbrella and entered the dim room, which was filled with a chaotic assortment of magical items.

Crystal Balls, gemstones, and strange ornaments were scattered everywhere. At the same time, the walls bore murals and even some incomprehensible magical symbols!

And the only chair meant for customers had been occupied by a Black Cat that had chosen the worst possible place to sit.

Moxis looked extremely young, possessing an almost feminine sort of Handsome appearance. His eyes carried a trace of confusion as he yawned. "There wasn't much business to begin with. I go half a year without opening, then one opening feeds me for a year. As long as the Lord's territory doesn't get blown apart, I plan to stay here and wait to die with you..."

"..." William thought for two seconds, then patted him on the shoulder. "Give me a divination. Will my trip to Blue Moon Town go smoothly?"

"Fine." Moxis stood and went to retrieve a Crystal Ball.

But while he turned around, William cast Insight.

There was no need to worry about being discovered. It was a Player-exclusive Skill; even if the creator god were standing here, he would not notice it.

Moxis Saint Vein

Race: Human

Bloodline Potential: Legendary

Class: ???

Level: ???

Health: ???

Well, aside from his race and bloodline potential, everything else was question marks.

But fortunately...

The Handsome Talent really was incredible. He had made an excellent first impression during their first meeting.

After the notification sounded—

Moxis had gained 80 Favorability toward him.

Not bad.

This was a good start.

"Hold out your hands and place them on the Crystal Ball with me." Moxis selected a pale blue Crystal Ball from among the many and placed it on the table.

William silently placed both hands on the Crystal Ball. Moxis covered them with his own, and a cool sensation passed through their hands and into the Crystal Ball.

Yet that pleasant sensation passing through his body made William shudder.

He glanced at Moxis, then at the glowing Crystal Ball, feeling that something was off.

Because he had also undergone Divination when he had been a Player, but Players had no future to speak of, so nothing useful could be divined.

But...

A Diviner did not need to hold his hands!

There was no such ridiculous procedure!

Could the rumors about Moxis be true?

He liked men...

Layer upon layer of phantoms appeared within the Crystal Ball.

William could not understand them. Even though he had been reborn and transmigrated, he still could not understand them. If he truly could, Diviners across the Gods Continent could all pack up and go home.

Moxis carefully studied the phantoms in the Crystal Ball. A few minutes later, he released William's hands, licked his lips, and said, "I can't see anything bad. The journey will be smooth. There are no benefits, but no harm either."

"Can't you change anything? Like getting me some benefits?" William asked doubtfully.

"No. I can only tell you whether it is Luck or misfortune. If I say too much, it will stop being accurate. Besides, with your current strength, don't even think about changing anything." Moxis wrapped several strands of long hair around his finger, sat in his chair, and shook his head.

"I see." William nodded without asking further questions. He took five Gold Coins from his pocket and slapped them onto the table.

Moxis happily accepted them, stood, and said to William, "Lord, you are welcome to visit again!"

"Ahem, Moxis!" William glanced at the Black Cat, whose level he could not determine. Carefully, he picked it up and placed it on the table before taking the seat himself.

The Black Cat willingly climbed onto Moxis's lap, allowing its owner to thoroughly knead its little head.

Only then did Moxis seem to hear William. He asked doubtfully, "What else does the Lord need? I won't go anywhere with you. I can only predict the future and have no combat ability whatsoever. I can't even kill a chicken..."

"Combat-incapable Moxis? The Archmage who can't kill chickens?" William's heart twitched. After organizing his words several times, he finally said, "Ahem, I heard that you seem to possess inherited knowledge regarding Soul Magic?"

Moxis's expression did not change. His face remained blank, as though he did not understand.

William continued, "You know, I'm a Half-Elf, yet I have so many Pure-Blood Elf Personal Guards. That proves I belong to the Elven Royal Family..."

Moxis raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "So? Prince?"

Bang! William rose and slammed his hand onto the table, shouting, "Someone told me you would teach me the best Soul Magic.

Besides, have you forgotten the promise you once made?

Forgotten what you once agreed to?

Forgotten that someone told you to save the best Soul Magic for me?"

"(O_O)?" Moxis was genuinely dumbfounded this time.

But William had already extended one hand, seemingly waiting for him to hand something over.

Moxis's lips twitched. He did not believe William could see through his identity, yet he felt as though he had been tricked. So he directly asked, "Where did Your Highness learn that I possess inherited knowledge of Soul Magic?"

And he was too embarrassed to get angry with William directly. What exactly had he promised?

Why did he not know about it...

Though William was terrified inside, he continued bluffing. "I think you should know where I got that information, especially why you are here.

Besides, I'm the Lord. From now on, this Prince will protect your Divination Shop!"

Moxis thought for a moment, seemingly recalling something. He tossed the Black Cat aside and decisively said, "It's not impossible to give it to you, but you must agree to one condition. Then I'll give you an extremely complete inheritance of Soul Magic knowledge. Otherwise, it's entirely possible that a few Skills might be missing..."

William stroked his chin. "Tsk, there's a condition? Fine, tell me what it is."

"Not yet!" Moxis told him to wait in peace. He returned to the bedroom, rummaged around for a while, then brought out a brand-new Magic Scroll and placed it on the table.

William glanced at it...

No problem.

This was a Soul Magic inheritance Scroll that had just been made.

Its name was Holy Spirit Magic!

It even bore the creator's signature...

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