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"Greek vocabulary?"

Li En was somewhat surprised, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, many important books in the Hermes Collection were written in Greek, so it's not surprising that someone with the label of a occult genius would have learned Greek.

Coincidentally, before Lynch died, he wrote a line in Greek on that book with an unknown title, and Li En could just figure out what he wrote.

By drawing upon his memories, Li En quickly determined what Lin Qi had written before his death.

"At the cost of my own reason, Nus, please grant my wish."

As Li En read the original content aloud, word by word, he suddenly had a feeling.

Something is peering at my senses from beyond the material world, across the divide of fate!

"Nus, does that refer to Perimanderges?"

Li En drew upon his knowledge of mysticism; Nus refers to Perimedes, who is mentioned at the beginning of the first chapter of the Hermes Collection.

The original text states that Phoemenderges called himself Nus, a being between gods and men, the guide of all work, and the shepherd of mankind.

Before he died, Lynch asked a being in a book to destroy him.

If it were an ordinary person, Li En probably wouldn't have taken this to heart, but Lin Qi is different.

He is someone who has fallen into the mystical realm, and has at least successfully "ascended" once; he would never do anything meaningless.

Nus may also be something that actually exists.

"The mystical side is indeed fraught with danger."

Li En came to this conclusion and gripped the book in his hand tightly.

Professor Eli mentioned that all the answers he was looking for were in this book.

In that case, I need to finish reading this book as soon as possible.

With that thought in mind, Li En stopped lingering and set off from the empty classroom, heading towards the London Library.

Just as Li En left the classroom.

The shadow that was originally projected onto the ground by the faint light source belonged to Li En.

But it did not leave; instead, it remained frozen in place.

……

The carriage whizzed past on the street, the breeze carrying away the gray mist and coal dust, relentlessly chasing after it in the direction it was heading.

Li En crossed the road and street and arrived at the London Library, which is located on the banks of the Thames.

Stepping across the marble tiles painted with the artistic style of the blazing sun, Li En saw Monroe Phoenix in front of the library reception desk.

"Mr. Wells," Monroe greeted Lee En, "it feels like a long time."

Li En stepped forward and replied in the same way, "Were you on vacation before? How was your vacation? Did you get enough rest?"

Monroe twirled a slightly rusty dip pen between his fingers, scribbled some messy lines on the scrap paper in front of him, "It's alright, I've been researching some things lately, but... it's not going too smoothly."

"Oh?" Lee En was somewhat curious. Monroe had once been labeled a genius in the occult, so it was surprising that he was now encountering problems in his research. "What are you researching?"

Monroe seemed hesitant, unsure whether he should tell Lee about the spirit disk.

However, he has been spending a lot of time on the spirit board recently, but things have not progressed at all, which is making him quite annoyed.

"That's right," Monroe chose a more euphemistic way of putting it, "I have some mystical items that I received from other aristocratic friends during my wealthy days. They are said to have the power to make people feel relaxed and comfortable."

"I've been working a lot lately, so I wanted to see if it would be effective, but no matter what I tried, it didn't work, which is why I'm a little troubled."

Mystical items...

Upon hearing these five words, Li En immediately thought of something unusual.

How did Lynch manage to create an anomaly that was so closely related to himself?

Is it related to what he wrote in that book?

Seeing Li En deep in thought, Monroe gave a wry smile and quickly said to Li En, "It's nothing, just a small problem I encountered myself. Don't worry about it. Would you like something to drink? The Ceylon tea leaves are freshly arrived today, I highly recommend them."

"I might have some thoughts on what you've said," Li En said, looking directly into Monroe's eyes, unfazed by his change of topic. "I know a spell that might solve your problem."

Monroe's mouth fell open, frozen in place. It took him a while to recover. "A spell?"

“Yes, I learned that from a… friend,” Li En took the dip pen and scrap paper from his hand. “Do you understand Greek?”

Monroe's Adam's apple bobbed. "Big, I know a little bit."

After copying Lynch's original Greek phrase onto a piece of scrap paper, Li En handed it to Monroe. "This is the spell I know. How you use it is up to you. If it works, remember to share it with me, since I haven't verified it myself."

If someone else had given him a spell, claiming it had miraculous effects, Monroe certainly wouldn't have believed it.

But this was a spell that Lee gave him, and he said it was effective, so Monroe was willing to believe it.

Munro picked up the scrap paper Li En handed him and painstakingly translated its contents. The translation process wasn't very smooth, but the result was still fairly accurate.

"At the cost of my own reason, Nus, please grant my wish."

Muttering these words to himself, Munro folded the scrap paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Thank you, Mr. Wells. I will do my best to study this document."

Li En simply waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

As soon as Li En lowered his hand, he noticed that after Monroe accepted the note with the mysterious incantation written on it, three lines of characters surrounded by gray mist suddenly appeared above his head.

"This is……"

Li En frowned slightly. He had not changed how the people around Monroe viewed him, nor had he changed his innate talent.

However, the label of impending birth still appeared above Monroe's head.

The creation of labels... isn't limited to just those two methods?

Li En calmly withdrew his gaze, said goodbye to Monroe, and found a chair to sit down.

Li En opened the book in his hand and began to study its contents again.

At the same time, he was also observing Monroe's behavior.

Perhaps there are other methods to create artificial labels.

……

After sitting in the London Library for a while, Li En finished reading Chapter Five.

The learning ability of the Occult Genius Lv4 has increased significantly compared to Lv3. Chapter 5, which was originally difficult for Li En to understand, became much simpler after the label was upgraded to Lv4.

"Philosophical interpretation, theological interpretation, esoteric interpretation, late classical interpretation... it doesn't seem to have much to do with the mystical side."

Li En read through the titles of each section in Chapter Five, but found no content highly related to the mystical side. It was entirely just rational scholars' interpretations of Hermesism.

Is everything I'm looking for really in this book?

Or is the content encrypted?

Li En felt a little strange, but it was getting late, and the heavy, muffled chimes of Big Ben were already urging him through the gray fog; it was time to go home.

Li En got up and walked to the reception desk, where he greeted Monroe.

"I probably won't be able to come tomorrow. If Caesar comes, please tell him I apologize for me. I have other things to do tomorrow night."

Monroe responded, "Next week is the preliminary round of the Golden Dawn Open, right? Good luck, Mr. Wells, I believe you can achieve a great result."

Li En simply smiled, made no promises, turned and left the London Library, disappearing into the chaos of people, carriages, soot, steam and ash.

The gentle smile on Monroe's face faded completely as she watched Li En leave.

When it was time to leave work, Monroe took off his uniform, put on the tweed coat that working-class people often wore, pulled down his worker's hat, and walked through the center of London back to the familiar Whitechapel district.

Whitechapel was as chaotic as ever today. On the street Monroe passed by, he even saw workers urinating on the ground, with urine drawing a circle on the wall of a pub.

With a slight frown, Monroe returned to his home.

Estelle hasn't gone home yet; she's probably still in the lab with Professor Osborne doing research.

Gas lamps were not provided in the homes of the poor, as the cost was too high, both in terms of installation and use.

Instead of lighting the kerosene lamp in the house, Munro placed a whale oil candle, which he had bought at great expense, on the table and lit it.

The yellowish-white flames emitted a soft glow. He took the spirit disk off the wall and laid it flat on the table.

Monroe took the note out of his pocket.

So far, no matter how he calls upon the spirit board, it has had no effect.

The "spell" that Li En gave him was perhaps the most likely attempt.

He extended the fingers of his right hand and pressed them onto the wooden ring on the surface of the spirit communication disc.

The surface of the ring is smooth and feels cool to the touch.

Taking a deep breath, Monroe read out the Greek "incantation" written on the note, word by word, in rather awkward phrasing.

"At the cost of my own reason, Nus, please grant my wish."

After reciting the incantation, Monroe immediately looked at the spirit disk in front of him.

The spirit board remained silent; nothing had happened.

"Did we fail?" Monroe's expression was complicated; perhaps it was fate.

He was destined to be forever separated from the mystical side.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and Monroe murmured to himself, "Does God really exist in this world? If so, does that mean that even God is unwilling to help me?"

click -

A strange sound rang out.

Monroe's finger, which was pressing on the ring, suddenly felt a not particularly strong pulling force.

The bottom of the ring rubbed against the rough surface of the spirit disk, gradually moving towards one letter after another.

Monroe stared at the scene in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

He succeeded! The spirit board really started to react!

The spell Lee Eun cast on himself was real!

Before Monroe could get excited enough, the letters had already pieced together a complete answer.

"God does not exist."

"But I exist."