After hunting down the missionaries, Norton, who discovered he had awakened magnetic field abilities, became docile.
After all, disappearing is different from dying in an accident, and it might arouse some speculation within the Church. Therefore, he felt it best to stay in the city and behave himself for a while.
He had originally thought that since the Werewolf had already left, he could leave Lino City at any time, so he could take revenge on the Church without worry.
But what happened last night made him abandon that idea.
Last night felt so strange. Before, when Norton encountered monsters that wanted to hunt him, whether they were Werewolf or something else, at least Norton was able to detect them in time when they came, using his superhuman senses to determine the enemy's location and number, so that he could make full preparations.
But last night was completely different. He couldn't sense where the enemy was, nor did he know what was trying to hunt him.
He only felt a chill down his spine, a creepy feeling like someone was standing behind him, like watching a horror movie late at night, which forced him to leave in a hurry. From beginning to end, he didn't even know what had been looking at him.
Compared to what happened last night, this city, steeped in religious atmosphere, is actually a bit safer.
Therefore, Norton decided to play it safe for a few days, at least to try out his new abilities.
"Flutter..." Coal Ball whistled as it flew back to the clock tower, then clung to Norton's withered skin with its claws.
Looking at the Coal Ball's much more affectionate posture than before, Norton closed his eyes and tried to use his newly born, almost instinctive, magnetic field.
This new ability is a bit strange; it's not an active ability, but rather a passive one.
Norton added a new sense of magnetic field, estimated to be ten meters in size, to his five senses: sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch.
Norton didn't know how to describe the feeling; for now, only the words "magnetic field" or "radar" seemed most appropriate.
This strange magnetic field seemed to be his body constantly releasing tiny particles, which would then return after colliding with something, thus allowing him to build a radar-like sensing system.
Moreover, just like breathing, it runs on its own when he doesn't care, and he can control it manually when he wants to.
Oh, right, this is a Central Europe fantasy world, so this scientific term might also have another name: Pressure!
Indeed, at present, this seems to be the only appropriate name for something that is similar to both radar and magnetic field.
If His Majesty Adam were to stand here now and see Norton, he would surely find him very familiar and be greatly surprised!
Hey, I recognize this place!
He had experienced this feeling before, and it left an extremely deep impression on him, the kind he would never forget.
That's right, it was the same kind of terrifying pressure he felt on Holy See corpse of the Holy See, the kind that made him afraid to look directly at it, terrifying and strange upon closer inspection, and even just standing in front of it would make his heart ache... a terrifying Pressure on a life level!
However, no matter how far away the divine corpse is, just one glance at it makes one's heart ache.
Norton currently only covers a range of about ten meters.
His Majesty Adam knew what this was, but Norton did not.
He always felt that what he evolved must have a story behind it, so he would take it back and then release it again, release it and then take it back again.
He then tried to activate this magnetic field and walked around the slums.
Norton tried hundreds of times, but found it was no use.
When this thing is unfolded, it's like a radar, only able to locate living things in the vicinity and their movement trajectories. In addition, it seems to have a slightly attention-grabbing quality.
Anyway, when he drives this thing, anyone or any animal within ten meters will subconsciously glance at him, or even look at him several times, and quite a few people will even be startled.
They all looked at Norton, who was dressed as a beggar wrapped tightly in rags, with suspicion.
Although Norton judged from the reactions of the slum dwellers that the magnetic field had a slight deterrent effect, it was completely useless to him now, and in fact, having it open actually made it harder to hide.
Norton always takes the stealthy route; he doesn't go for the berserker path!
Although it's useless now, it doesn't mean it will be useless in the future. It's still an extra skill, a freebie, so why not take it!
Norton was overjoyed.
He suppressed the extra magnetic field around himself to avoid attracting attention.
But was this ability gained from drinking the blood of Church members? Or from feeding bats? He felt he needed to experiment again.
Norton crouched back in his original spot, keeping a close eye on the Church's every move, preparing to wait a while before making his next move and trying out his experiment.
Norton was in high spirits; he felt like his luck had turned around.
In contrast, Father Abraham was in a less pleasant mood.
Because he felt that something was off about him.