The black sun hangs high

Chapter 463 "Poor Signal"

From a personal perspective, Violet was naturally very annoyed and resistant to the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Ever since her relationship with a certain guy began to change, Veraine's attitude towards interpersonal relationships has become somewhat subtle. Sometimes, she even feels that she is being a little too sensitive—when talking or meeting with certain strangers, she even feels that she has developed a strange kind of "germaphobia".

Those who reek of alcohol and are filled with primal desires will be easily added to her blacklist.

When faced with this type of person, Vera finds it difficult to completely conceal her dissatisfaction and disgust, but fortunately, her disguise magic is now perfect, and her rather bulky glasses make her expression appear slightly wooden.

Thanks to these external factors, Vivian is able to consistently present her "calm" side most of the time.

However, one's true thoughts and emotions are difficult to suppress.

When those people and things that Verine despises appear before her, she always feels an irresistible urge to cast spells.

A figure appeared outside the door. This young man from Saint Steel was dressed as a shop assistant. He quickly nodded to Verine, held up three fingers in front of him, and shook them twice before quickly retreating down the stairs.

"They dare to move around so casually with only a few guards and attendants... These Saint Steel nobles are really relaxed."

Vera grabbed the doorknob and silently closed it. At the same time, the irritating, strong smell of alcohol wafted from behind. Vera deftly stepped aside, avoiding the rude body reaching out from behind. Then, with remarkable ease, she raised her hands and, relying on her keen senses and accurate judgment, caught the officer's arm as he missed, preventing him from crashing into the doorframe.

The strong smell of alcohol made Weilin's brows furrow instantly, and then a subtle magical fluctuation emanated from her. This invisible force was like a sharp needle, piercing directly into the officer's chaotic mental world, bringing some pain while also clearing his mind, which was dominated by some kind of desire.

"Be careful, there are protrusions on the door frame, it's easy to get hurt like that."

Veraine's voice was soft, but because of the magic, her words became quite powerful. The officer responded dazedly and then followed Veraine's lead to sit down in an empty chair.

The officer looked up, his reddened eyes meeting the girl's face. He was about to speak when the sharp pain in his head transformed into an intense drowsiness. In the next instant, an irresistible sleep descended upon him in the darkness. His mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a word; instead, only snoring could be heard.

"..."

Seeing this, Vera breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She took the incense she had bought from Corlos City from her desk and quickly lit it. Soon, a sweet fragrance filled the room, driving away the irritating smell of alcohol.

Veraine didn't actually like the local incense in Saint-St. very much.

Their scents were a bit too strong and too sweet, while Vieine had long since grown accustomed to cooler, more refreshing incense aromas.

Unfortunately, this scent usually only comes from the cheap incense on the Lovi Plateau, so she could always smell it in Hugh's study—even though the quality of these incenses wasn't very good, Hugh had gotten used to using them.

Over time, Wei Lin got used to it.

The secret device set up in the room beforehand began to operate silently. After the tough barrier completely enveloped the surroundings, the disguise covering Weilin's face slowly faded away. As she took off her bulky glasses, the outstanding scholar from Merlinle and now an important executive within the Dawn Society once again revealed her true appearance.

With Verin's manipulation, the "magic needle" embedded in the officer's mind instantly transformed into a round "seed." Then, countless magical lines were drawn out from it, spreading rapidly throughout the officer's mental world and permeating every corner that might hold memories and secrets.

With everything ready, Vera turned and went to the wardrobe. After pushing aside the heavy coats that served as disguise, she painstakingly pulled out a huge wooden box from a magical illusion.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to open the box, she heard a slight noise from inside. Immediately afterward, a force burst forth from inside the box, and the soft, translucent shadow actually pushed the lid open on its own.

This is naturally Justine.

After a period of dormancy and continuous growth, Justina's form has undergone a new transformation.

The viscous and turbid appearance that once belonged to the offspring of the Dark Abyss is now almost invisible. Under normal circumstances, Justina looks more like a fleeting shadow or a thick fog. However, when she reacts to the outside world, her amorphous body changes at an extremely fast speed and condenses and solidifies into the shape she desires.

These soft shadows quickly crawled out of the box and rapidly converged in front of Virin. In just a few seconds, she transformed into a little girl with clear features and delicate facial features.

She raised her arm and held onto Vera's calf, then affectionately pressed her head against it and rubbed against it from side to side.

They look no different from children who cling to their mothers and act spoiled.

Feeling the slight chill emanating from the clothing, Vera smiled. She raised her hand and gently touched the child's magically formed hair, asking softly, "When did you wake up?"

"do not know……"

Justina was clearly in a semi-dazed state. She shook her head blankly and looked up at Vera: "It's noisy... um, it's noisy. I heard the noise, so I woke up."

"Is it noisy?"

Vera raised her eyebrows in surprise, and subconsciously looked at the officer who was slumped in the chair, looking half-dead: "Was it noisy just now?"

"No, it wasn't his voice, nor was it my mother's voice."

Justina instinctively rubbed her head against Verine's leg again. She paused for two seconds, then said, "It was a distant voice, no, it was Father's voice... Yes, he woke me up!"

"?" Upon hearing this, Wei Lin's eyes widened immediately.

She couldn't bother "interrogating" the officer anymore; she quickly squatted down and placed her hands on Justina's shoulders: "You mean, he woke you up?"

"Well……"

Justina hesitated for a couple of seconds, then slowly nodded.

After receiving Justina's response, Vera couldn't help but purse her lips and asked, "What did he say?"

"No...don't know."

Justina was so frightened by the light in her mother's eyes that she couldn't speak. She shrank back and weakly replied, "Father's voice... was very far away, very, very far away. I couldn't hear his words, but I was sure it was him!"

Although Justina has grown considerably compared to the past, she still lacks a bit in terms of language expression. So after a moment of thought, she shook her palm and described it with difficulty: "It's like a 'candy' suddenly appeared in my mouth, um, suddenly appeared, and melted in an instant."

Hearing this, Verine nodded slightly. Justina liked to use "sugar" or "food" to represent magic crystals or the magic within them. Since she chose to describe the message she received in this way, it meant that the voice she "heard" was actually a distant message carried by magic.

The only person with a definite connection to Justine is Hugh himself.

Thinking of this, Verine frowned again. She looked into Justina's eyes, hoping to find some familiar colors in them, but she was soon disappointed—Justina's gaze was as clear as ever, as foolish as a cat that had just woken up.

Verine waited patiently for a while, but still couldn't get any more information about Hugh from Justina. Helpless, she could only look at the sleeping Saint Steel officer next to her. After this delay, he was about to wake up. So Verine immediately raised her hand and reactivated the magic buried in his mind, causing him to fall back into a dream.

"...This at least shows that he is still alive and well, which is some good news."

Vera sighed with a hint of melancholy, then patted Justina's head: "Come on, help me out, I need to search through his memories... You have to be gentle this time, don't wake him up with pain like before, okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

Justina obediently agreed, and countless slender shadow roots immediately spread out from behind her body. These roots quickly transformed into long, thin lines in mid-air and gently reached out towards the human body in front of her.

Her current appearance is exactly the same as when Hugh used the Touch of Calron.

……

A dull hum echoed through the enclosed, vast space.

The enormous "heart" connected to the Continuation Beacon trembled violently twice. With the fluctuation of energy and the tilt of Hugh's consciousness, the beam of light projected from the Continuation Beacon constantly switched between various unstable states. This caused the light in the outer hall to change at an extremely rapid pace, so the rat people working stopped what they were doing and began to pray in response to this strange phenomenon.

"Stable! Stable!"

Theseus's rebuke echoed in Hugh's mind: "Remember, you must always maintain emotional stability, making it subordinate to your thoughts and will, rather than letting your will fluctuate with it!"

"This beacon is the cannon, and your thoughts are the shells filling it. Daydreaming will only cause the cannon to explode!"

"Hey, can you calm down a bit? You get all worked up just thinking about specific people and things. Is your imagination a little too vivid? Do you want me to help you calm down?"

With yet another debugging failure, a string of blood pressure-raising words, along with various profanities, flooded into Hugh's brain, making his already burdened brain even more painful.

Hugh decisively stopped his experiment. He took two deep breaths to calm his turbulent thoughts, then gritted his teeth and asked, "How come I never realized you were such a stress monster before?"

"No way, buddy, I haven't even put up any real effort yet, and you're already giving up?"

As he spoke, Theseus suddenly switched to a familiar and subtle accent that Hugh had just picked up, and this "sounding" quality instantly distorted Hugh's face.

Seeing that Hugh did not continue to refute him, Theseus softened his tone slightly and said seriously, "You have already seen how to operate the beacon. Under normal circumstances, it must undergo a series of precise calibrations... And now, you are using magic as a medium to place your thoughts into it, which means that you have actually become one with this entire rigorous system."

"Therefore, in this situation, your thinking absolutely cannot go wrong. You must make your magic, your thoughts, into components without any fluctuations or loopholes, providing the most accurate coordinates to the beacon itself!"

"I know, you don't need to repeat yourself, let me try again."

Hugh waved his hand weakly, closed his eyes, and quickly reviewed in his mind the mistakes he had made while manipulating the continuation beacon.

He knew that the problems Theseus mentioned were real, and that his previous mistakes were mostly due to emotional fluctuations. Just now, he had almost successfully connected his thoughts with Justina, but in that instant, he used Justina's perception to catch a familiar voice, a voice he had been very concerned about during this time.

Although the resulting emotional fluctuations were very minor, this tiny mistake caused the hard-won magical connection to break again.

"This at least shows that her current situation is relatively optimistic? Perhaps next, I can try to explore another direction."

As Hugh thought this, he closed his eyes again. As his thoughts sank deeper, the metal disc, carrying a large amount of magic power, began to rotate once more. Amidst the orderly friction sounds, Hugh's thoughts and memories were gradually drawn by the power within the beacon of continuity. Images of the staff and that night quickly surfaced, and in the next instant, the pure colors belonging to the goddess Mel emerged from the gears and patterns of the metal disc.

(End of this chapter)