“Weissman?”
Roger only reacted to the name after hearing it, because the owner of the “Fiery Dragon” bar shared the same surname.
Old Wiseman, the owner, was a student and peripheral member of the Abraham Family, already 45 years old this year.
In Roger’s impression, he was a Sequence 8 Trickmaster of the “Apprentice” pathway a few years ago, and Roger wasn’t sure if he had been promoted in the past two years.
Considering that the young man in front of him resembled him by at least five parts, Roger immediately guessed that the two were either father and son or uncle and nephew.
“Welcome, come in and sit.”
Roger stepped aside, inviting Ethan in, and then closed the door.
Ethan’s attitude was respectful; he nodded politely and walked into the living room to sit down.
“Have you eaten?”
“I have, Mr.
Roger.
My father received your urgent letter earlier today and guessed that you urgently needed these two items, so he specifically had me buy a train ticket from Pritz Harbor to Tingen to deliver them to you.”
As steam technology and basic industry entered a period of rapid development in recent years, the operating weight of articulated steam trains had generally exceeded 300 tons, with a maximum speed of about 100 kilometers per hour.
The distance between Pritz Harbor and Tingen City was not far, and it only took a little over 3 hours to arrive by the fastest train, which was quite convenient.
After Ethan finished speaking, he took off his backpack and pulled out a small bottle containing dark red liquid and a piece of elven dark leaf.
These were precisely the two auxiliary materials Roger had exchanged with Audrey earlier.
Roger quickly took them, looking at the milliliter markings on the small bottle and the translucent leaf wrapped in exquisite sealing paper.
He couldn’t help but picture Miss Justice’s serious face as she carefully packed these items herself.
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble,” he said gratefully.
“You’re too kind, Mr.
Roger.
I’ll take my leave now.
The shop is short-staffed today, so I need to go back and help.”
Ethan stood up, preparing to leave immediately.
“Wait a moment.”
“Please send my regards to your father.
I know he likes local draft beer, but he might occasionally enjoy some foreign red wine.”
“Mr.
Roger…”
Ethan was a little overwhelmed.
Although the red wine wasn’t too expensive, considering the subordinate relationship between the Abraham Family and Old Wiseman, it was quite uncommon for them to receive gifts for running errands.
“Don’t be polite.
The Weissman family is an old friend of the Abraham Family.
I’m very grateful that you could make a special trip.”
Seeing Roger insist, Ethan could only nod, put the red wine into his bag, and politely bid farewell.
“Click.”
Roger turned his back and closed the door, letting out a long breath and revealing an expression of pure delight.
He had originally thought he wouldn’t receive Audrey’s package until tomorrow at the earliest, but he got it so quickly.
This way, he could advance to Clamorist today and become a Sequence 8 Beyonder.
Considering that he couldn’t meditate on an empty stomach, Roger quickly returned to the kitchen, reheated the half-cooked, already semi-cold eggs, poured them onto a plate, ate them with pickled ham slices, and drank a large glass of water.
Feeling his stomach quite full, he then washed his hands and the plate, took the auxiliary materials Ethan had just delivered into the underground storage room, and set up the beaker and alcohol lamp.
Quickly recalling the Clamorist potion formula in his mind, Roger poured 80 milliliters of pure water into the beaker, then successively added 15 grams of shallow bulb grass powder, 8 grams of oak heartwood powder, two pieces of elven dark leaf, and 10 milliliters of red mandrake juice.
Of course, to prevent overdose, Roger deliberately ignored the red liquid clinging to the beaker wall.
At this point, the swirling liquid in the beaker had turned into a deep gray, turbid state.
Seeing the time was right, Roger flicked his right hand, dropping a pink rhombic crystal into the beaker.
This was precisely the Sequence 8 Clamorist Beyonder characteristic.
With its addition, the originally turbid deep gray liquid quickly turned into a light gray semi-gelatinous substance containing suspended bubbles, with beautiful red misty layers faintly appearing within it, reflecting speckles of light under the illumination.
Roger took a deep breath, poured the semi-gelatinous substance into his mouth, and swallowed it.
“Boom!”
In an instant, he heard an extremely noisy sound inside his skull, as if many poorly maintained musical instruments were playing simultaneously in his ears.
Although it sounded somewhat chaotic, it contained an elusive rhythm, almost completely draining his attention.
This made Roger feel very uneasy.
He closed his eyes and began to diligently outline his wide-brimmed top hat in his mind, trying to suppress the constantly appearing red illusory light arcs within his vision. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
After about 20 minutes, the noisy sounds in his ears finally gradually subsided, and even the red light arcs no longer appeared.
Roger opened his eyes, felt the changes within himself, and smiled.
Everything was perfectly fine!
Now, he was a Clamorist.
The Clamorist potion comprehensively enhanced the intensity of the Agitator ability.
Now, Roger could simultaneously stir the emotions of 20 ordinary people or 6 Beyonders of the same Sequence, and even stimulate mentally weaker individuals, triggering their desire for expression and causing them to act out of line.
Secondly, there was a further enhancement of spirituality, magical focus, and divination ability.
Especially in terms of astrology, Roger no longer needed to rely on physical astrolabes or other mediums.
He could perform mental astrolabe divination simply by knowing the necessary information, and its accuracy had significantly improved.
Finally, there was a new active magic: “Mental Overdrive,” which was the core skill of a Clamorist.
A Clamorist could use a sonic burst from their throat to attack the minds of all living beings in the vicinity, regardless of friend or foe, and cause a sustained mental penetration effect on individuals with weaker minds for a period of time.
Even if the opponent plugged their ears, it would only reduce the damage received, but as long as the sound wave transmission could not be completely eliminated, the effect could not be completely Isolate.
Not only that, but “Mental Overdrive” could also temporarily suppress most types of mental pollution not exceeding Sequence 8, allowing the contaminated person to return to a clear state amidst the noise, and could be used as an auxiliary means when necessary.
The biggest drawback of this skill was that its propagation speed would not exceed the speed of sound, and its power would rapidly decay with distance.
However, considering that at low Sequence levels, there were few living beings capable of bursting out speeds exceeding 300 meters per second in an instant, “Mental Overdrive” could be considered a very powerful skill, especially when used at close range.
“Ghroth truly lives up to his reputation as an existence even the Three Pillar Gods fear; he’s already so powerful at just Sequence 8.”
Roger secretly clicked his tongue.
Now his direct attack capability already surpassed many Sequence 7 Beyonders, not to mention the mental astrology and pollution suppression that could play a prominent role when needed.
This way, he had stronger self-preservation capabilities and did not have to worry about falling into an awkward situation in frontal combat.
Roger stood up, just about to tidy the desk, when he suddenly slapped his forehead and stumbled upstairs.
Because of Ethan’s sudden visit, coupled with the long time spent concocting the potion and meditating, he had momentarily forgotten to remove the scholars ring from Bandit.
In the living room, the indifferent-eyed Bandit had already abandoned the literacy cards and was diligently flipping through the “Honest Man’s Daily” from two days ago with his cat paws, hungrily…
Roger slapped his forehead, a herd of alpacas stampeding through his mind.
There’s one more update later.