Lord of Mysteries: Taiyi

Chapter 145 New Life and a Gold Coin

In front of the girl in the painting is a somewhat eerie candle, burning with a pale blue flame, and Lia in the painting appears to have just opened her eyes.

Those were eyes that held a mixture of confusion and relief, pain and hope, sorrow and courage.

Kurt added artistic touches, blurring everything except the eyes to emphasize those pure, clear eyes.

Kurt didn't need Leah as a model at all, so Leah sat next to him and watched the entire painting process.

At first, she was very shocked. She only knew that Kurt's design sketches were good, but his art-related drawings were a complete mess.

It was only after Kurt explained the potion that I understood.

Finally, Kurt gave the painting to Leah and named it "Rebirth," and this time the feedback was unexpectedly overwhelming.

Well, I not only changed Leah's inner world, but also completely altered the trajectory of her destiny, and to some extent influenced her personality and values—and then I drew it down, and it received praise and recognition from the person involved.

No wonder I felt that my progress in digesting the material was minimal when I was first promoted to painter. I had clearly had a significant impact on those children before, which was equivalent to painting on their minds. As a result, I only received a more obvious feedback when I painted the picture that I gave to Hugh and the others.

It seems that simply changing things isn't enough; you have to draw them out or express them in some way before you can gain the approval of others.

Thinking about how to play the role, Kurt said goodbye to Leah, who had seen him to the door, and went straight home.

Why does it feel like there's so much more to do again? — This was Kurt's first reaction when he got home.

He first summoned Sorin, borrowed the pen, and used it to perform a dream divination. The result was that it had been separated from its original owner for too long, so the divination failed. Then, on Black Peak, he invoked some of the power of the Source Castle, and then he succeeded.

He saw Jack having sex with a prostitute in a brothel—damn, have they really forgotten about us? Kurt returned to the real world with amusement; thankfully, nothing bad happened.

Kurt shook his head. The biggest gain was actually the Source Castle, which was connected to his Source Essence. It could actually be used for divination, and the effect was surprisingly good.

In that case, completing the task will indeed be easy—after getting the hair tomorrow, with the help of the gray fog, we can do a divination, and then, by some "lucky coincidence," we'll have accomplished our mission.

Just as I was about to summon Sorin, she unexpectedly appeared on her own with the letter.

Kurt returned the pen to the lovely spirit and then began reading the letter.

"It's probably time to officially assign tasks to Kurt and Fors. Viscount Grelint is hosting a party at his house tonight."

Kurt immediately sent another letter to Fors—well, Sorin, putting everything else aside, this real-time calling function is really useful.

Not only can it send letters, but it can also send things—it's starting to resemble a mobile phone. Maybe we can even study Sorin's "travel" mechanism and create an "Internet of Things" based on mysticism, using the spirit world to deliver packages.

Combining the idea of ​​sacrifice with something like that could actually be done, but that would require widespread adoption by the supernatural—just as he was lost in thought, Sorin returned shortly afterward.

Kurt looked at her empty little hands and asked with some confusion in his Gufusak, "What's wrong, Miss Sorin?"

Sorin's expression, compared to her blank look when they first met, became more lively now. She said somewhat angrily, "I feel like your contract deceived me. I'm not a messenger, I'm a relay—going back and forth several times a period of time, it gets tiring too!"

"That seems to be true," Kurt said, scratching the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. "I haven't been asking you to deliver things every day—or do you need extra compensation beyond helping me regain my memories?"

Sorin nodded in satisfaction and said, "Yes, my memory has indeed recovered somewhat these past few days while I was delivering messages for you, and I've also made some new friends, so it's only right that I deliver messages for you. But it's going too far to make me travel back and forth so many times a day! My delivery isn't free; it's tiring. If it's more than twice a day, you should pay me!"

Pay? Kurt suddenly thought of a certain egg tree — uh, does Sorin really need money? But it's not that he can't afford it, if all else fails, he can just have someone else pay.

Kut nodded and said, "Okay, that's a reasonable request. From now on, I'll pay you as long as you deliver the mail more than once a day. So, how much do you want?"

Sorin held up one finger and said, "One gold coin—"

Kurt almost lost control of his expression before replying, "Looks like you've really learned a lot of useful things—okay, I'll give you two today."

Then he added, "I'll count you in once for helping me get my things."

Having a highly personalized messenger requires maintaining a good relationship, given Thorin's exceptional and convenient abilities.

Kurt took out two one-pound gold coins from his pocket, which he usually prepared for divination, and handed them to Sorin.

Sorin accepted it with satisfaction, while Kurt smiled and asked, "How's your memory recovery going lately?"

After putting the gold coins into her space, Sorin pondered for a moment and said, "I used to live in a castle, and the layout of my bedroom was similar to, or rather very similar to, that of the beautiful Miss Audrey. And then I remember that I seemed to have kept an animal as a pet."

"But I can't remember exactly what kind of animal it was—and I think I used to really like flowers—"

Kurt chatted with Sorin for a while about her past memories, then offered his own insights, and finally taught Sorin a few common Loen phrases and some basic occult knowledge. This was to fulfill his promise to Sorin and help her recover her memories.

After seeing off the increasingly human Sorin, Kurt packed up his equipment, ate dinner prepared by Sinker, and then waited for Hugh and Fors.

Their clothing styles remained unchanged; Hugh still had messy blond hair and dressed smartly.

Fors seemed utterly exhausted; it appeared she hadn't intended to come out today, but Kurt had specifically mentioned the generous salary.

Hugh, on the other hand, seemed eager to try. Before Kurt could even ask, Hugh said, "Don't worry, I've entrusted Fran to an absolutely trustworthy friend. He's very thorough and reliable."

Kurt was relieved. While the East Side was dangerous, a woman with bodyguards and working in the public interest was unlikely to be a target.

Then they and Kurt went to Viscount Grelint's house again. Fortunately, Viscount Grelint had always enjoyed organizing these kinds of events, and Audrey and Viscount Grelint had a good relationship, so nothing unexpected happened.

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