"So the Wisdom Angel really is the best choice?" Abner muttered, rubbing his chin. Then he looked up at Klein. "Ask Arrodes where I can find the Eye Behind the Shadow Veil."
Ever since the mirror had been treated as a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, the Secret Art Stewart had developed to summon it had stopped working.
"No problem." Klein was happy to do him that small favor. Still, after a slight nod, he couldn't help asking, "How did you digest it so quickly?"
By his estimate, even with prior progress, digesting a Sequence 3 Potion would take at least a year. Abner had been a Dominator of Mysteries for less than six months.
"Who said I'd finished digesting it? In the Acting Code I put together, I'm still a long way from fulfilling the part about understanding how things develop—the part people usually call 'philosophy.' That kind of Acting needs a lot of agreement and feedback, and I'm hardly a famous philosopher with much influence.
"Some of the ideas I've worked into my films have reached a wider audience, but they're scattered and not particularly profound, so the effect has been fairly modest. At my current pace, I'd need another year or two at least," Abner said, shaking his head.
"Then why ask me for advice so early?" Klein asked with a frown.
"That's why I said 'at my current pace.'" Abner smiled. "I'm planning to cheat."
"Cheat? How?" Klein asked curiously.
"Secret!"
Beimang was a small city built on a mountain in central Intis. All its houses had protruding domes that looked like white straw hats, giving the city a distinctive appearance.
Snowman, the ascetic, bowed with every step as he made his way up the street, his gaze devout. After climbing several flights of stairs, he