Mystery: I Can Transform Things from Books

Chapter 182 Steve

The seven "Secret Peepers" knelt on the ground and covered their heads. At this moment, they all heard the voice coming from the depths of their souls.

During the quiet period, each "Peeper" remained silent, increased concentration, and practiced this practice.

Five years were used to digest the magic potion and resolve its effects on the body and spirit.

But almost no one told them that if they "did not practice enough", then after the quiet period, the hidden sage would instill knowledge like a piercing spirit.

Five years, whether it is long or short, if the "Secret Peepers" digest the potion during the five years of quiet talk, they may not be greatly affected after the "quiet talk period" ends; But if the potion has not been fully digested, they will hear the knowledge instilled in them by the hidden sage, about extraordinary potions and digestion methods.

At this moment, the seven "Secret Peepers" roared at the same time, their voices hoarse, like crying.

Gabriel's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that these people had not finished digesting the potion.

He picked up the bottle containing fine black stuff, sprinkled a little on himself, then raised the candle and dropped a drop of wax oil on the top of his head.

In an instant, he also heard the knowledge instilled from the Hidden Sage, and the seven people not far away from him showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

The simplified "pass-through method" was Gabriel's helpless move. The "pass-through method" was not originally used here.

After waiting for a while, when the effect subsided, the seven "Secret Peepers" lowered their heads and did not dare to look up.

They only have a basic understanding of the "pass-through method", and they are very grateful for Gabriel's help.

Gabriel pressed his forehead in pain. Even though he had tried the "transfer method" many times before, it was still a bit difficult for him to accept the knowledge instilled in the minds of the seven extraordinary people.

But soon, his face returned to its usual gloomier expression.

"The five-year period of silence has expired. You can speak now."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

They touched their throats and made all kinds of strange noises.

I haven't spoken for five years, and it will take some time to regain the "feeling" of speaking.

"Thank you, Lord Gabrielle..."

Someone bowed and thanked them. They had become extraordinary people at the party five years ago. They had been looking forward to this party for five years.

Those who have completely digested the "Secret Peeper" potion are even more looking forward to it.

Gabrielle put her hands behind her back and said slowly:

"The first project of the party has been concluded under the witness of the Hidden Sage."

Hidden Sage?Is he witnessing?

Chris had some thoughts. He raised his left eyebrow lightly, turned on his spiritual vision, and found that above the crowd, in the air, there was an eye without eyelashes, staring down indifferently, and the almost transparent eyeballs kept turning.

Chris could intuitively feel the malice from the eyeballs, but for some reason, he didn't feel like he was being watched.

He swallowed, turned off his spiritual vision, and pretended that nothing happened.

"The second project is to exchange knowledge."

The two wizards from before moved a long table to replace the round table that had just been moved.

Gabriel sat at the top, "Scroll Professor" Dania sat on his left, and the rest sat in sequence, Chris and Ryan sat in the distance, and the seven "Secret Peepers" sat The furthest location from Gabrielle.

For about an hour afterwards, Chris kept listening. The speakers were mainly those "professor scrolls". Concrete, detailed knowledge.

When Gabrielle announced that the exchange was over, Chris took advantage of everyone to leave the table and made a sound. He half-covered his mouth and asked Ryan in a low voice:

"This is the end?"

"Otherwise? What else do you want?" Ryan smiled and then said:

"It's time to find a place to live. We can stay in the manor. There are many guest rooms here just for us."

He shook the key in his hand. He must have gotten it from the manor housekeeper.

Chris followed Ryan to the room prepared for guests in the manor. It was in a relatively remote location in the building. There were gas wall lamps at regular intervals in the long corridor, giving him the feeling that he was in a luxury hotel.

The size of the guest room is not large, with two single beds taking up most of the area, but fortunately there is a good window and a separate bathroom, which prevents the room from being too stuffy.

Chris is still confused now. The gathering of the Morse Trappist Order is held every five years, but the first night is just a quiet period for those "peepers", and the process is very fast.

While he was still thinking, there was a knock on the door, and a waiter in an apron pushed a dining car and parked outside the door. Ryan skillfully put the dinner on the table and closed the door.

"There is actually a waiter?"

Chris asked in surprise. When the two entered the manor earlier, he didn't see any coachman or gatekeeper. It seemed that the manor was only filled with extraordinary people from the Moss Ascetic Order.

Now there is a waiter, as if appearing out of thin air.

When Chris was confused, Ryan laughed and answered his doubts:

"These are just residents of Vinia Town. They don't know about extraordinary people or secret organizations. Since the salary is high, it doesn't matter if they come to work for three days."

Ryan picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew two hot breaths, and continued:

"They are very honest. They know that they don't ask about things they shouldn't ask, and they don't read things they shouldn't see."

Chris nodded, but he still had doubts, and always felt that there was something strange and abnormal in Vinia Manor.

The two of them were eating and chatting. When they were about to finish dinner, there was another knock on the door.

Ryan walked behind the door, waited for a second, and opened the door.

"Ryan? This is...Mr. Graxer?"

The person who walked in was a fat man with a big belly and a small plate with a few snacks in it.

He sat down on the bed, sinking the bed halfway.

"Haha, this bed is so soft."

"Steve, what are you doing here?"

Ryan looked at the fat man in front of him angrily.

Steve Woodrow, Sequence 7 "The Wizard".

"Come to see you, come to see the new guy."

Steve twisted a little brown powder out of his pocket, sprinkled it on the snack, then ate it in one bite, showing a satisfied smile.

"What's there to see?" Ryan obviously knew Steve.

"Haha," Steve swept the snack dregs on the plate into his mouth and looked at Chris, "Are you from Tingen?"

Chris nodded.

"Then you must know about the extraordinary battle that took place outside Tingen some time ago?"

Steve put the plate on the bedside table, lay half on the bed, and continued casually:
"I was part of that extraordinary battle."

(End of this chapter)