59. Chapter 59: The Price of Power
Chapter 59 The Price of Strength
Poetry Club.
Heine hadn’t heard of this organization from the players.
Neither had Megumi.
But with a little thought he understood.
This organization was linked to the “liberation” of the Makara mountains, and the two were bound together by a high degree of intensity.
But in the original storyline, the Makara Mountains had been destroyed long ago, and the organization itself had either gone underground or had changed its face and survived in another unknown form.
And the player is basically being led by the nose by the Veritas Yard, even without contact.
Heine then asked, “Is everything that happens here being watched?”
That was the source of his surprise.
Ciara shook her head gently.
“Not many people care, but the fluctuations of the Yuan Spirit here can’t be hidden from everyone.
“The metahumans separate the worlds, they are like rocks and like the sea.
“Each man-made tremor is stored as a ripple in the slow waves, forming barriers.
“If you look hard enough, you can deduce from the subtle changes in the barriers where something has gone wrong.
“It’s a good thing that people with observational skills won’t associate it with this, but I will, we will.”
Sounds like the butterfly effect ……
Heine pondered.
No wonder she’d been able to detect the effects of the metahuman fluctuations on the floating city during the day.
“So you were the one who shielded the fluctuations when I activated the spell just now?” He asked again.
However, hearing him say that, Shiala revealed a wry smile:
“During the day? During the daytime that was me interfering with the operation of the Floating City.”
Good guy, feelings Dylan’s house was smashed by you ……
Poor Meno, taking the blame just like that.
Heine couldn’t help but lose his smile, “But didn’t you say ……”
“I lied yo, you see.”
She spun around, her black skirt slightly raised, revealing her white thighs.
“Can’t you see the difference?”
While feasting his eyes, Heine immediately remembered the chain tied around her waist.
He said indistinctly, “So it wasn’t so much deceiving Meno Gitil as it was deceiving that chain……. Does it mean that magical equipment will generate self-awareness when it reaches a certain level, and then play the role of a watcher?”
Shiala’s eyes shone with a different color and she couldn’t help but exclaim, “No wonder you can do it so well. Things are basically the same as you thought, but not as subjective, so I could only take the opportunity to sneak out while taking a bath.”
Heine wonders, “Who was watching you? The House of Veritas?”
“No, not them.”
Ciara sighed softly, her expression a little complicated.
“It’s not surveillance either, it’s the price of power …… In the future, if a Poetry Club comes, don’t resist them.”
“And how do I verify that?”
“You’ll understand when you see it, no verification is needed.”
Ciara smiled and placed a soft kiss on Heine’s forehead.
“Well I should get going, I’ve served my purpose.”
“Okay.”
Heine sighed honestly and hugged her.
The faint scent of her body mixed with the smell of some kind of fragrance was mesmerizing.
“You… ……”
Ciara rubbed his head.
“Sometimes boring like an old man, sometimes like an overgrown child.”
“Wise restraint and passionate longing are not in conflict.”
Heine let go and joked:
“Come on, Lord Servant, your lover will be looking for you up there.”
Ciara pursed her lips, “I look forward to it then.”
Witnessing the other woman tugging the silver chain that fell from the sky through the window and leaving, Heine had a subtle sense of vestiges.
With a hunting trench coat and large sunglasses, she was the secret agent being picked up by helicopter.
And what was she herself? A hostage?
Heine lost her smile and shook her head.
The people were gone, but they left questions.
The Poetry Club.
Once again, Heine speculated on the name.
Who are they all?
It was clearly a list no less dangerous than the Clothesline.
Would they come here?
Probably not anytime soon.
Judging from Shiala’s ambiguity, the information about the Poetry Club may be protected by a “loyalty spell”.
In this world, because of the existence of the gods, certain oaths are bound to the soul, and can be affected by the subjective consciousness of the person who makes them.
That’s why her very act of coming here is the biggest hint.
For example ……
That chain.
“Power has its price”, she says.
And the Makara Mountains are blocked by the Four Powers because they have no power.
And they are the ones who have the power but oppose the blockade.
They are the ones who have the power to oppose the blockade.
“Maybe most of them are being closely watched for a variety of reasons.”
He pondered as he lay on his bed.
Couldn’t help but think of Megumi.
Was Naga being watched like this?
Did Megumi, as a player, know about this? ……
……
Inside a lone mage tower in the western suburbs.
Naga, or rather Megumi was sitting up from a clean white toilet.
It was perhaps the only ceramic toilet in the mountains of Makara.
It had been brought over by Naga specifically from the Veritas Yard, and had a thermostat spell attached to it so that it wouldn’t freeze his butt off in the wintertime.
Although peeing standing up was a different experience for her, she was still more used to sitting.
If she had been told to experience such a thing before crossing over, she would most likely have resisted.
But with becoming an evil spirit that didn’t even have a body, a physical indicator like gender became a shallow imprint that only existed in the consciousness.
It also became less important.
–I’m not going to become a pervert, am I?
Silently bellyaching, she sat back down at the table.
After half a day’s experience, she had gotten used to playing Naga.
It wasn’t hard at all for the evil spirit who was a blank slate herself.
Because Ben just couldn’t do anything.
It’s also not hard for the player because she was a level 45 researcher before she crossed over.
To put it bluntly, she was an advanced scholar who occasionally had to go out into the field to do quests, accompany the big guilds on their copies and whatnot.
A high high high naga.
Naga’s daily routine might be high and mighty in the eyes of others.
But to her, it’s using a bunch of old second-hand antiques to engage in a job that an AI could do well.
Quite unskilled.
Because of her work in these jobs, Naga was treated with coldness and disdain at the Veritas Institute, and suffered from severe anxiety.
It turned out to be cured quite a bit in the mountains of Makara.
Staying with this group of well-wishers and hicks, he gained respect and presence like never before.
–That’s why he was so gullible in that battle, right?
She thought.
Her mind was quiet at the moment, and she missed those three rowdy guys a bit instead.
It was strange to say the least, she knew a handful of great guilds, but she had never heard of these players.
They were obviously very strong, right-except for that non-speaking Wei what’s-his-name.
She remembered that she had heard of General Sa’s name somewhere, and it seemed to be the premiere team of the Decadent King’s Palace.
However, this team had then been caught up and overtaken by other teams, with the mere fact that First Sight had failed to make the first kill.
As for the others, especially Sheep Catchers and Teacher Xia, they all sounded like ordinary players.
Probably folk masters, she thought.
Ding~
The magic clock chimed.
It signaled the end of Naga’s daily daze.
It was time to work.
She spread out a locked notebook as she remembered her behavior.
The cover read:
Report of the Observer of the Makara Mountains-No. 7711227.
Representative Naga was here at the end of December 771 .
As a logbook containing magic power, it is a magic item close to level 5, with barely a hint of “special quality”.
In the game, these things have a trait:
Pickup Binding
Pickup bound items do not take up any space, and also do not drop upon death.
After looking through Naga’s memories she learns that this is true in reality as well.
For example, the work journal in front of her was bound, and when Naga signed it a year ago, her body was connected to it.
Aside from being placed on the table as it is now, the report has two other forms.
One was in the form of a tattoo attached to Naga’s body.
But that doesn’t feel good, so Naga doesn’t take it with him when he goes out.
Megumi flipped it over and wrote about the day’s work with a quill dipped in magical ink.
Everything from waking up in the morning and checking her mailbox to what books she read after dinner in the evening.
Dealing with the Lords’ House adopted Heine’s excuse:
“George’s resurrection was apparently possessed by an evil spirit, which went up in smoke under the effect of the water of lost souls.
“Considering that the presence of the Gittil estate was effective in suppressing the overflow of holy light, I did not take action against them.”
–If someone reading the log saw this sentence, they might think that Naga was saying this on purpose because he was afraid of not being able to fight. It also fits his usual persona.
Megumi thought to herself.
“As for Heine Heinrich, he’s a man who knows what he’s doing, but only has a small mind.
“He’s agreed to be my liaison, and he knows how to work with it better than the heirs chosen by the hillbillies and that bunch of losers in the eastern suburbs.
“What’s more, he’s also highly trusted by Arthur, a trust that comes from George’s dying message.
“Finally, I seized a bottle of Lost Soul Water from Rowan the Alchemist and carried it on my person in case of emergency.
“As for my own bottle, I consumed it while purging evil spirits. Note: This is my personal property.
“Above, that’s all I’ve done today.”
After writing it, she chanted the spell.
The pages of the book automatically fell off and transformed into a magical secret falcon that flapped its wings and flew out of the window.
This was its second form.
At the same time, thousands of Secret Falcons flew out of windows all over the world and flew along the magic web in the atmosphere to reach the Veritas Courtyard.
It was like thousands of eyes, watching the corners of the world.
(End of chapter)