Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 29: The Psion and the Eve of the Hunt
Rean woke up from the dream again with a smile on his face.

He got up from the bed and shook his head to dispel the strange feeling of warmth. He was a little worried that he was too deeply influenced by Sur. He was obviously a single old bachelor, but why did he feel like he was raising a daughter?

"Don't run, Ms. Lana, at least put on some clothes before running!"

Uh, it seems there is another "daughter" outside.

He sighed and quickly stood up, ready to help the maid catch the slippery little girl.

At the door, a snake woman in cool clothes was lying on the ground.

Her slender lower body was curled up and wrapped around the struggling "prey", and all that was visible was a sea of ​​white.

He closed the door silently and said, "You guys really know how to have fun. This is much more exciting than the Monster Girl Encyclopedia."

"Wait a minute, I'm dressing her."

Ten minutes later, on the sofa in Rean's house, Sallyman frowned and wiped the pouting Lana clean.

Meanwhile, Rean was at the opposite table, enjoying a rare warm breakfast and almost crying. Finally, a cook was cooking for him. It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of waiting for the meal to be served.

"It's delicious. Well worth the money!"

In his previous life, Rean was not an orphan, but he was almost one.

He is the extra burden that comes with a divorced couple's remarriage, and he is the type who consciously became independent early on.

"How does it taste?" Sallyman, who came here early in the morning, seemed to have just picked a topic casually.

"Very good! The cooking is really good." Although it was just a simple cream of mushroom soup with fried bread slices, the spices and seasoning were great, and Rean felt like he was eating in a high-end restaurant in the past.

"That's good." The woman continued to wipe the little girl's head, but her cheeks turned red and her snake tail stood up silently.

Immediately, Li En felt something was wrong.

Uh, was it you who did this?

"Ahem, actually you don't have to come so early."

The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, and Rean, who was pretending to be her fiancé, quickly changed the subject.

".Lana, how is she doing?"

"It's pretty good. I asked the maid, and Lana only woke up twice with a headache last night."

"I'll help him sort it out again. It should stabilize within a week. He shouldn't have to worry too much about waking up at night and having intermittent headaches."

Rean could see that Lana was indeed much friendlier to Sallyman than she had been yesterday, and the healing must have been effective.

Now, she just stayed obediently in Sallyman's arms and said nothing.

At least, she wouldn't move until she had finished the slices of buttered bread she kept stuffing into her mouth.

Sallyman, who was becoming more and more skilled, wiped the girl clean and stuffed her mouth with breakfast.

Yesterday I heard that Lana had just completed her regression, and Sallyman had offered to help treat the girl.

Judging from the current situation, her healing skills may be much better than any doctor Rean can hire.

"She must have been quite strong and stable before, otherwise the sequelae wouldn't be so mild. Although her memory is completely gone, her spirit is still quite stable, but her mental state has regressed to that of a child." Speaking of her expertise, Sallyman became more and more confident.

Her extraordinary profession is psion, a profession that relies heavily on talent but is delicate to evaluate.

At mid-to-low levels, its combat power can be said to be at the bottom of the same-level magic system, and it can even be regarded as a similar spellcaster of one or two levels lower, but its spell effects are the most comprehensive.

Here, we must mention the differences between warlocks and mages. Warlocks mainly rely on blood and physical instincts to cast spells, similar to Warcraft and magical tribes, while mages master "laws" by learning "knowledge".

Unless one has extraordinary bloodline, traditional wizards are the most comprehensive and versatile among spellcasters, with the most branches based on research directions.

The growth of a warlock, however, is easier and depends on luck. Bloodline and talent crush everything, and therefore there are many so-called warlock aristocratic bloodlines.

Psions are also a branch of warlocks, but they are the most special case. They cast spells mainly by relying on the mind rather than the body, and can also grow through training and learning.
"I can't penetrate her soul. Her spirit is extremely powerful. I can't imagine how powerful an enemy would be to turn her into such a person."

Psions are a branch of sorcerers that use the "psychic power" generated by the "mind".

They are good at weaving psychic energy, simulating various other magic arts and spells, and creating special spells for psychics.

Unlike the traditional powerful warlock bloodline, they are often sensitive and meticulous, and are good at various subtle operations.

It is said that they can use their refined mental power to simulate the professional models of other magic systems and achieve nearly omnipotent effects. On the other hand, since the output depends entirely on the mind and soul, its output is relatively low.

To put it bluntly, for excellent all-round supports, please don't expect them to throw continuous fireballs as soon as they enter the field like ordinary warlocks.

"I'm already very grateful. Otherwise, I don't know how much it would cost to find a spellcaster who can heal me."

There are many branches of psions, and Sallyman is one of them.

What he is best at is various predictions and intelligence reconnaissance, and his auxiliary ability has a very high upper limit.

The combat is still the traditional "mind hammer (telekinesis)" beating people, and the damage is extremely touching at low levels.

Because of the omnipotence of the Psion, she also possesses a certain healing power, which is both physical and mental.

Healing the aftereffects of such severe physical and mental injuries may not be as fast as the priest's divine power, but the overall effect of spiritual healing is better than that of the priest, especially for this kind of degenerative disease that damages the soul.

"Rean, you are even more powerful than Lana. I can't see any sequelae on you. Your soul is always intact, and there is no crack at all." Sallyman sighed and said something that made Rean sweat.

She continued to stroke Lana's forehead patiently, helping her to sort out her mental confusion and heal the broken blood vessels in her brain.

Originally, she was planning to directly interfere with the other party's spirit and smooth out the cracks on it. But Lana's soul was much stronger than her as a spellcaster, and forced interference might cost her her life.

She also tried repeatedly to help restore Lana's memory. Considering her abilities, she might be the most likely person in Glow City to do so.

But the result was failure again and again.

"Her memory is completely gone. She's missing a piece of both her physical body and soul. This doesn't seem like a natural degeneration or a random injury caused by a serious injury. Perhaps she encountered an evil spell targeting her memory and spirit before the degeneration."

The judgment she made made Li En even more nervous, and seemed to confirm some conspiracy theories.

But Rean was relieved that Sallyman agreed to come and help Lana heal. He had neither the money nor the energy to find a doctor for Lana.

Especially when the other party agrees to use the secret method of the mind to help him master the language and common sense as soon as possible.

"Is this possible? It could be hypnosis, brainwashing, or even mind reading." Rean made a joke, but was glared at by the other party again.

"Any spell involving the mind must confront the opponent's soul. As long as the opponent's soul is intact, even if the opponent is weak, it will be difficult to be effective. The forced hypnosis (charming people) you mentioned is something that mid-level and high-level spellcasters have similar abilities and is not exclusive to psions. As for complete mind reading, unless the opponent's mind is broken, the spells of normal spellcasters cannot achieve this."

Rean was just joking, but Sallyman on the opposite side had a stern face and responded very seriously.

"What I do has little to do with the mind. I simply use 'suggestion' to speed up their learning. Many warriors from warlock families also use it in their training to help certain combat techniques form muscle memory and subconscious instincts."

"Sorry. I went too far with this professional joke." Li En noticed the other party's displeasure and felt that he had stepped on a landmine, so he apologized repeatedly.

After all, the other party came to help him on his own initiative.

And Sallyman came so early, of course, not just to treat Lana.

She asked the servants to take little Lana away and cast a spell to seal the room. She took a deep breath and prepared to continue.

Your Highness means that he is in urgent need of your help now, and a showdown is necessary.

"I'm a friend of Long Shou. She asked me to help you. Is there anything I can do?"

Upon hearing this, Li En was stunned. Since she could even tell him such a thing, her relationship with Long Shou must be quite unusual.

But he was still a little hesitant. He didn't know how much the other party knew and what he could say.

"I know everything. The gloves you have now were also given to Miss Talia by me. You can ask her to confirm." Sallyman came clean.

Hearing this, Li En was stunned at first, but then he smiled.

The little girl who was trying to steal my flesh not long ago has really given me a valuable gift. I really need the help of a spellcaster now, so I have to take a risk.

"That's great. I have something to do and I need a spellcaster's help. I'm wondering if you're good at illusions?"

"My branch of profession, the Divination School, specializes in seeing through illusions. But I also know how to cast illusions, but my level is average."

"As expected of an almighty Psion, my requirements are not high."

Soon, Rean realized that this was the other party's modesty. Since he was proficient in seeing through illusions, he was naturally good at creating illusions that could not be seen through. He was especially good at repairing small loopholes in illusions and doing it vividly.

At Rean's request, an identical "Rean" soon appeared in the house.

He and "her" looked at each other as if in a mirror, and Rean could not find any difference at all.

"Can it be sustained in combat?" Rean asked. This was crucial. "Not really. My illusion is actually a relatively stable 'light echo.' If a strong shock disrupts its internal cycle, it will naturally shatter. I'll strengthen it. If no one is hurt, it should be fine." The "other Rean" tried to explain, but then, realizing the other party probably didn't understand, he simply stated his conclusion.

With a snap of her fingers, the illusion disappeared. Sallyman was a little uncomfortable with the man being so close to her and feeling his body temperature and breath.

"That's enough. It's a great help." The man expressed his gratitude with a smile, but Snake tilted his head.

"I'm just helping His Excellency Long Shou. No need to thank me."

Although I don't know why it blushes easily when it is obviously a cold-blooded animal, the most troublesome problem has been solved.

Li En smiled happily and expressed his gratitude sincerely. The woman in front of him had helped him so much and was truly his benefactor.

And on his chest, a red gem was still glowing faintly.

It seems a little smaller than last night.

【生物等级：劣石，状态：力量3(13)，体魄4(11)，敏捷3(6)，精神5（16）】

After a night, his body had been replenished to a certain extent, and his strength and stamina had increased a little.

The data on the panel was not obvious, but he clearly felt that his mental and physical strength were more abundant, his attention was more easily focused, and he was more confident about the upcoming battle.

He looked out the window and set the plan for tomorrow night to give others time to prepare.

"Next, it's up to them."

While Rean received unexpected help and completed the preparations ahead of time, the others were not idle either.

"Policewoman" Talia left the police station and followed the shadows to a blind spot in the dock area.

There, there was a shabby safe house that she had thought she would never go to again in her life.

The room already smelled of decay, but she, with her keen sense of smell, ignored it.

She moved the wooden bed, removed the wooden box on it, and took out the weapons and equipment that were unlikely to be used from the dark room below.

On the top layer of the weapon box is an assassination cloak with some light and shadow distortion capabilities, and a pair of daggers with paralysis poison and snake venom.

Various poisons, antidotes, and auxiliary potions were put into the medicine bag, poisonous throwing knives were inserted into the leather sheath on the thigh, and thin steel wires used for assassination were gathered on the fingertips with rings. There should be no need to explain what she used to do.

Killers, prostitutes, gangs, these are the three jobs of the wild kids of the docks. The oldest profession never discriminates about the educational level of its practitioners.

Children from the slums who go out to work have few employment options. It is very difficult for them to live alone, and falling into darkness is a common occurrence.

Only those who have once been addicted to darkness will yearn for light more after escaping from the darkness.

I never thought that these things would be useful one day.”

Putting on the mask that symbolizes killing again and playing with the two poisonous thorns, Talia showed a rare smile of relief.

Although this time it was still a killing in the shadows, it was no longer for money and benefits.

She is the one who recognizes Damon and Rean the most among the candidates.

She always felt that they were different from her foolish self, and perhaps they could really give children like her a different future and choices.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her other pair of "eyes" quietly opened.

"call."

She gasped for breath, and the particles captured by her sense of smell constructed a "particle spatial world" in her brain that looked like a 3D drawing.

The world is becoming more and more perfect, imagination gradually breaks through the limitations of physics and constructs a dimension belonging to shadow.

The next moment, she took a step forward, but slipped directly into the shadow and dived into the world of shadows again.

When he reappeared, he was already in the shadow of the alley next door.

This safe house without doors or windows is used in this way.

Little did she know that the orphanage, which was only two blocks away from the safe house, was also very busy today.

"That fool knight with many hands is here again." But the content of the children's cheers was quite subtle.

"That's great. He promised to bring us toys last time. Did he bring them?"

"My little bear, delicious food, and toy cars"

"Stop arguing. Let's talk about it together today. We want him to take us out to play. We can go to the pier to see the sea, or go to the square next door to play in the sand."

In the orphanage, the children were making a lot of noise.

Although some of the words made the nuns unable to hold back, the children were all laughing happily because someone came to see them.

The Paladin walked into the noisy orphanage with a smile on her face. Looking at the lively children who came to greet her, her eyes showed a sense of relief.

“This time, I won’t hesitate anymore.”

Holding the power of law in her hands, she was covered in a faint silver light, and perhaps she also had more confidence.

After receiving guidance, she will no longer hesitate this time and will only point her sword at the guilty person.

"Even if it's just for these children, I have reason to draw my sword." While all the toys were snatched away, the female paladin was still smiling like a fool.

At the same time, the winner of this inheritance also looked up at the sunlight outside the window.

"It's completely daylight now. Has the agreed time arrived?"

Today, Dimon did not go out to kill indiscriminately, he had more important work to do.

The small room was filled with broken rocks and sandbags. He had been practicing since he woke up.

He felt the changes in himself and he needed to adapt to them as quickly as possible.

Although going to the actual combat would be a good choice, he already had an important appointment at this time.

He washed off the blood stains, put on a heavy black suit and trousers, shaved his beard, and put on a pair of monocular glasses. Although he was a thug, he dressed like a gentleman.

Holding the blood-stained purse, he walked into the palace in the dock area - the slave market where people came and went.

He was already famous enough in the dock area, it was time to pay homage to a bigger dock.

As for the expected big gift, his work plan for today was to get familiar with the person first.

"Haha, cooperate more in the future. I will tell you what work you need to do. Don't shirk your responsibilities when the time comes."

"Of course, sir. Working for you and the market is my biggest dream in life." His honest smile was very sincere, and you couldn't tell at all that he was the most famous butcher in the dock area.

After the manager left, he stood up and returned, still with a silly smile on his face, but feeling a little dissatisfied inside.

"Sure enough, he was sent away as a low-level manager." His current status was not enough for him to meet the marketing director.

He did not leave in a hurry, but just watched patiently in the hall, waiting for people to come and go.

It's a matter of luck. But opportunities always come to those who are patient.

Two hours later, he actually saw his target in a corner of the hall.

"Black Gold" Eugene has an elegant and handsome appearance, and looks like a successful middle-aged teacher.

Anyone who could be personally escorted out by him was a great and important person.

"Priest robe? High priest." He was a high-ranking priest who looked very powerful, with a harmonious and pure smile under his white robe.

Eugene opposite him had a flattering smile. The pastor in white clothes and with a white beard in front of him might be one of the real owners of the market.

Behind the holy priest, there was a knight carrying a heavy bag and a priest taking care of two children.

The two children, both very handsome, with baby faces, only about seven or eight years old, were having their chains removed by the pastor.

They seemed excited to be chosen by the Reverend Master, but Dimon knew that the children who were taken away were never seen again.

"Brother Li En is right. The real evil is not the murderers with limited efficiency. They are often dressed in gorgeous robes and stand in the hall. They eat people without even doing it themselves." Damon retracted his gaze. He didn't want to cause trouble at this time. He just waited patiently for them to finish their farewell.

Soon, after seeing off the master, Eugene hummed a little tune and prepared to return to his office.

But he was looking around from the corner of his eyes, remembering that Xiao Ben actually cared a lot about what others thought of him, especially the little bastards who saw his flattering expression.

But this time, what he saw was a simple and honest face full of surprise and respect.

"Lord Eugene! I didn't expect to see you. You're our idol."

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