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Section 4: This misunderstanding is too big.

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Faced with Xingdi's sudden question, before Wanqi could answer, Virting said, "The situation outside might be more complicated. We'll talk about it when we get back."

As he spoke, Virtin reached out and grabbed Apple, casually stuffing it into his hat. The two of them and Apple left the box, leaving Xingdi standing there with a question mark in his head.

On the other side, Wan Qi wanted to ask a question, but he met Virtin's pleading gaze.

Please, let's find a secluded spot and talk privately.

This is the information Wan Qi gleaned from the other person's eyes.

Damn, can human eyes really talk?

But then again, this girl is really pretty, the kind of girl whose beauty grows on you.

Just then, the two arrived at the entrance of the box. With a click of the mechanism, the box opened, and screams from the two little devils came from outside.

"Someone crawled out of the box?!"

"Dark magic! This must be dark magic! Run!"

The two little devils were terrified, but they still tried to run away with the box.

Veltin and Wanqi blocked the two kids' path, and Veltin immediately said, "This is my box, please give it back to me."

As we all know, if you encounter bandits or highway robbers outside, the more polite you are, the less polite they will be.

This is the same principle as the law of conservation of smiles, namely the law of conservation of politeness.

"No! Don't touch me!...I need to hand the box over to the officer!"

The kid's tone was full of hostility, as if he were looking at two monsters.

Another brat was even more arrogant: "Haha, come and kiss our butts? So lame, you basilisks!"

The following section contains some offensive slang, which I couldn't understand but was definitely offensive, along with international friendly gestures.

Apple then floated out of Virtue's hat and commented on the scene: "Is this what you call pirates meeting robbers? Robbery is not a good quality for you kids to learn."

After seeing Apple, the two kids became even more outrageous.

"Apple has spoken!"

"How disgusting! Throw stones at it!!!"

The two little devils immediately started looking for pebbles nearby, but the next second, their movements froze, and they became dazed and confused, as if they had lost their souls.

"Strange, little boy, give the things back to this lady."

Wan Qi's voice rang directly in their minds, and at this moment, the two little devils had completely entered a state similar to sleepwalking.

Necromancer's Magic: Soul Sleep

A type of hypnotic magic that can directly affect the soul, making the person under its influence completely obedient to the hypnotist. However, it requires extremely high mental strength. Not only must the user's mental strength be superior to that of the controlled person, but it must also have sufficient precision. Otherwise, if the overwhelming mental strength is applied, the other person's brain will be no better than a tomato under a wheel.

"I understand. Here, big sister, this is yours."

The two kids' obedient demeanor startled both Wilting and Apple, with Apple quickly asking, "Did you turn them all into puppets?"

"It was just a very simple hypnosis technique. It avoided bloodshed and solved the problem efficiently, killing two birds with one stone."

"At least on the surface, the effect is within the framework allowed by the Declaration of the Rights of the Child," Apple commented.

"Is Mr. Apple referring to the Child Protection Act?" Wan Qi complained.

“I don’t deny that some kids are born evil, but upbringing is also very important,” Apple said fairly.

After retrieving Virtue's suitcase, the two decided to find a more secluded spot. After searching for a while, they finally found a relatively hidden tree hole nearby.

“Hiding in the tree hole this time shouldn’t be so easy for anyone to find,” Virtine said.

Apple quipped, "Forty years ago, mystics seemed to be in a much worse situation than we are now. At least we could still have a few words with humans."

Wilting replied, “Your subculture movement has indeed changed the social status of some mystics. And in the 1920s… many injustices were still happening.”

While the two were discussing these matters, Wan Qi could only stand by and pretend to be deep in thought.

What mystic? I practice necromancy, I don't understand what you're saying, aba aba aba.

Apple is casting a mystical spell to make the box completely invisible, but in reality, it needs to wait for the sun to reach a suitable angle. Is this considered an auxiliary process for casting the spell, or a necessary condition for the ritual?

I always feel that mysticism isn't as useful as my own magic.

“Hmm, just wait another thirty minutes. You go back and meet up with Xingdi. I’m worried she might do something funny…” Considering her captain’s personality, Apple was really worried about a scene like a husky destroying the house, but she couldn’t say that about her captain, so she finally said, “Ahem, it wouldn’t be good if I caused you any trouble.”

It sounded reasonable, but Wan Qi felt that there was something more to the apple's words.

"Thank you, Wanqi, let's go back now."

And so, Apple was left outside, while the Star Bracelet remained in its little world at the very back of the suitcase. The two of them, who had entered the suitcase but not the room, were now in a state of complete isolation.

Just before entering, Veltin stopped.

“Wanqi, are you from Zhen Dan?” Veltin asked.

"Yes

“Although I don’t know the reason, the ‘torrential rain’ did not affect you. And you and I were both standing in the torrential rain, directly facing its scouring, so…” Veltin hesitated.

"What are you worried about?" Wan Qi asked.

"Wan Qi, have you considered joining the foundation?"

"The Foundation? Oh, you mean the Holy War Foundation you're talking about?"

"Uh... the Foundation is indeed a place that can shelter mystics."

Wan Qi spread his hands and said, "But I'm not a mystic, I'm a magician."

“Long, long ago, people had many names for mystics, such as wizards, shamans, druids, and magicians were among the most common names.”

"Fine," Wan Qi said indifferently.

However, he had previously discovered the essential difference between the two through mystical perception techniques.

Compared to magic, which relies on advanced mathematics, mysticism seems to lean more towards the formula of "I think" + "fixed ritual".

It's that kind of "knowing what it is but not why it is" "as long as it works" approach.

Well, according to the memories of that erudite necromancer, this thing had been obsolete in their world for nearly five thousand years, and was a classic ancient technology that had to be carefully preserved even in museums.

But Wan Qi didn't come here to analyze ancient technology. He came to complete his mission, obtain the world coordinates, and then live a wonderful life where he could visit here every now and then, bidding farewell forever to the days of being imprisoned in the Little Black House... the Big Red House.

He didn't care at all what the world was originally like or what the various forces were fighting over.

"But judging from your expression, the so-called asylum provided by that foundation doesn't seem very reliable."

Faced with Vanchi's suspicions, Virtin's expression clearly showed a pre-World War I state, with numerous contradictions arising one after another.

But since she was nominally affiliated with the foundation and grew up under its protection, she tactfully stated, "The foundation's protection comes at a price; you need to prove your worth."

"Oh, I don't think I'm of any value to the foundation, so there's no need to worry about it."

Just kidding, what Wan Qi wants most right now is freedom. That's why he escaped from the Red Sea prison, not to go somewhere else and continue to be a slave.

Before time travel, I was a beast of burden; after time travel, I was a prisoner; if I time travel again, I'll still be a beast of burden. What the hell is the point of my time travel then?

Human civilization is trash, I can't stand it anymore, let's just explode!

“But you’re immune to ‘Rainstorm’,” Wilting said nervously. “The Foundation will absolutely not turn a blind eye to this.”

"So you're saying the foundation wants to arrest me, chop me up, and study me?"

“It’s not impossible. There’s also the Reshaping Hand. Your situation is very dangerous. Neither side will let you run around outside.”

"Go ahead and read it! What did I do to deserve this?!"

Wan Qi was extremely frustrated. He had finally gained limited freedom and glimpsed a bright future. Two happy things combined had turned into a methane-like reality that left him stuck in a rut.

It's like Chen Rui eating Sichuan peppercorns—he's completely numb from losing.

“I know this sounds outrageous and unreasonable, but neither the Foundation nor the Reincarnation Hand are particularly reasonable places…” Wilding paused, then added, “The Foundation might be a little more reasonable, but only a little.”

"What you're saying doesn't sound like comfort at all; it sounds more like a threat."

"I'm sorry." Virtue's mood became very low.

"So, can I understand that you're going to give me some advice?"

Veltin nodded slightly and said, "If you have other options, I will help you cover up everything that happened before. If you don't, I will do my best to make you a member of the Foundation and work with me. However, I respect your decision. You are free before and after making your choice."

"But the ownership and definition of freedom are not necessarily so, is that what you mean?"

"I'm sorry, my abilities are limited."

"It's not your fault. To be honest, you are very sincere, so sincere that it's touching."

Wan Qi wasn't trying to comfort Virtue. In this world, keeping your distance from strangers is considered kind, and being willing to help is extremely rare. To go beyond that and still express your sincerity and goodwill to you... Heavens, I never dared to imagine the world to be this friendly, even in my dreams.

Of course, one of the reasons Virtue was so sincere was that Wanqi could weather the "storm." From her words, Wanqi could sense a deep loneliness and anticipation.

If I were to refuse her invitation now, wouldn't this girl secretly cry under the covers at night?

Wan Qi's gaze shifted to Virtue, and they made eye contact.

Veltin didn't flinch at all; her clear emerald green eyes stared directly at Wan Qi, making the latter feel somewhat embarrassed.

Look, I'm a grown man, and I'm still arguing with a little girl.

Having made up his mind, Wan Qi said, "I don't know where I should go right now, so until then, I'll go with you. Is that alright, Miss Si Chen?"

"um. Thank you."

Virtue looked relieved and visibly happy.

What a lonely girl. Wan Qi shook his head inwardly.

Having received an affirmative answer, Virtine opened the door, and the two entered the world inside the box. Virtine began to introduce the layout and furnishings to Wan Qi, her expression as if she were saying, "I brought my best friend home today," making Wan Qi reluctant to interrupt her.

But as they talked, Wan Qi discovered a problem.

"Just now, the two of us went through all the rooms."

"Hmm, what happened... Ah! Xingdi is gone!"

Wilting suddenly realized that someone was missing from the room.

"Star, Star!" Virtue shouted.

But there was no response, as if the person had vanished.

At this moment, Wan Qi pointed outside and said, "Over there, I think I see Xingdi."

Just then, faint singing and Xingdi's voice drifted from the lake outside the window.

"Hahaha, what a big ship, a tiger-striped ship... Waaaaah, my record, my record... Don't leave me..."

The sounds of crying and laughing sound like the psychological activity of someone having a sweet dream when their body fluids accidentally leaked out, leaving an indescribable map on the bed. The moisture and warmth changed over time, eventually turning the sweet dream into a nightmare.

You asked how Wanqi knew?

I'm warning you, don't talk too much!

“Xingdi! What could she be there?” Veltin exclaimed in surprise.

The view outside the window here changes frequently, but the only constants are the lake and half a spinning wheel.

Yes, it's only half. It looks like a missing artifact, especially in a box with such a huge space created using space technology. If you say it's okay, you might as well look forward to the Star Iron collaboration Warhammer 40K, where the target characters are still Nurgle and Slaanesh, and without any censorship.

EMMMMMMM

“Her (Xingdi's) voice doesn’t sound right, we have to go check on her right away!” Virtue said anxiously.

"Let's go then."

As Wan Qi spoke, he put on a pair of black leather gloves, which suited him perfectly.

Of course they're a perfect match! The leather on top is Wanqi's own leather, processed to make the necromancer's staff. It's a glove-shaped staff, and those with a high compatibility don't have any immune rejection issues. It's made with an exclusive formula, and customers often give it rave reviews.

What Wan Qi didn't know was that in the occult field of this world, it was quite common to use spellcasting tools made from certain human body parts, and there was even a huge legal human trafficking market. However, for various reasons, such tools were generally not used openly. But for the well-informed Virtue, she could tell at a glance that Wan Qi's spellcasting tool was human skin.

What Wan Qi didn't expect was that Virtin could even see through it and recognize that it was Wan Qi's own skin, so his expression became somewhat unnatural, and he subconsciously pulled down his hat to cover it up.

Magic and mysticism are both applications of extraordinary power, so they must have something in common. Wan Qi had been working in isolation before, so his common sense about the mystical world of this world was completely zero. Even if he had some common sense, it was common sense from another world. This could help him look like a normal ordinary person, but it could not make him a normal mystic.