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Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Chapter 258 Worshipper of Mithra Chapter 349: Chapter 258 Worshipper of Mithra If this curse were cast on a regular person, it might significantly reduce their cognitive abilities.

But for Sherlock, it was just right—he felt his mind becoming clearer.

With the mental noise gone, he could even access more resources than before.

“...You, how can you cast a spell on me right in front of me?”

Sherlock frowned deeply: “This is the first time I’ve seen a cursing sorcerer who lets the cursed watch the whole process...”

“No good?”

Aiwass retorted confidently, “Just tell me if it cured you.”

“Indeed...”

“Teacher Ibn taught me.”

Aiwass smiled, “Along with the ritual.”

“Tsk.”

Sherlock clicked his tongue, visibly relaxed, and the effects of alcohol began to slowly take hold: “I knew it; you fox-charmers surely have the adaptability to transcend paths...”

“Truly charming and bewitching, aren’t I?

Are you not convinced?”

Aiwass squinted, chuckling softly.

“There’s nothing to be unconvinced about, Minister Moriarty,” Sherlock stated expressionlessly.

“It seems you really are unconvinced, Mr.

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Secretary Hermes.”@@@@

Aiwass couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Sherlock was obviously more fun when drunk—normally, he was as dull as a gourd, sarcastic but lacking elasticity.

A little arguing would make him too lazy to speak.

But Aiwass actually quite enjoyed these sarcastic exchanges.

After all, this was how he had interacted with his friends in his past life, and it made him feel nostalgic.

It’s just that this world lacked the art of speaking oddly...

of course, it could also be that old-fashioned Avalon lacked it more.

“How long will this curse linger on me?”

Sherlock asked, “And how long will this particular casting last?”

“Two weeks.”

Aiwass said casually, “Of course, it’s not that it will be effective for two weeks...

but after two weeks is the night of the new moon.

That night, the power of the curse will become stronger and might harm you.

So, it must be lifted before then, and then it can be reapplied after the night passes.”

“...You mean to say I have to keep it on all the time?”

Sherlock’s face turned rather unsightly.

“What else?”

Aiwass countered, “Then what about physical training?

It’s precisely because your body is so poor that you’re suffering from backlash from the power of the Path.”

“...Then how long do I have to train?” Sherlock asked with some hesitation.

“It should take at least three to four years.”

Aiwass said with a smile, “So actually you don’t need to train, because there’s no time—your rate of promotion will definitely outpace any physical training.”

It was a pity that he no longer had any muscles.

Otherwise, he would have lifted his shirt to show Sherlock his proudly-earned abs, then told him he at least needs to train to his level.

Now, he would probably just get laughed at by Sherlock.

For example, there is a curse called “Reckless Axe,” which makes the person carrying this axe turn into an idiot, reducing their intelligence to increase strength and size in equal proportion.

If maintained long enough, it can completely drain intelligence—to even lower than a dog’s.

With intelligence exhausted, one couldn’t even use martial techniques, let alone fight with a cool head.

But through the “Iron Will” ritual, one can mechanize their logical thinking and lock the lower limit of their intelligence.

In doing so, one becomes a calm and absolutely rational ax-wielding guard with double the strength and size of their peers at the same occupation and level.

A spellcasting occupation utilizing a four-elemental mana pool, taking on a third energy level mage as a side job, along with the “Curse of Ignorant Fog”—this is a textbook Parthian Ancient Country inheritance.

Aiwass reminded, “Ignorant Fog will reduce the power of your spells, probably by less than a third.

But the upside is that the backlash you receive from a failed spell will also drop by a third.

“If you need to fight at high intensity but aren’t seeking spellcasting stability, you could try lifting the curse.

I’ll prepare a simple suggestion for you to remove the curse later.

If you lift the curse, your spellcasting stability will deteriorate, but the power will greatly increase—

“And most crucially, you won’t need to activate ‘Transcendence’ skills to use composite spells anymore.

Because in this state, you can use composite spells at any time.”

Aiwass added.

Sherlock was somewhat astonished, “How do you know about Transcendence skills and composite spells?”

Even regular mages didn’t know about them!

He only knew about this after reading extensively...

Aiwass knew so much, had such a diverse pool of knowledge, and yet had the spare time to look into the arcane books of the Path of Wisdom?

Aiwass said meaningfully, “I know everything.

“I even know that the reason you didn’t come down when you were advancing before was that you fell ill.”

“Fell ill?

What illness could I possibly have?

Did I catch rabies from you, a sly fox?”

Sherlock scoffed dismissively.

But Aiwass’s next words made him tense up, “Of course, it’s the disease of a pretentious poet.

“You’re afraid to continue on the Path of Wisdom.

On one hand, it’s because Avalon has no legacy, and on the other hand, it’s because of me and Isabel.

“You never expected Isabel to be such a genius, capable of accumulating from second to third energy level in less than a month.

You also didn’t expect me to be stronger than you...

so you think your talent on the Path of Wisdom is insufficient to carry you forward, and you want to turn back to the path you dislike but are more adept at.”

Hearing what Aiwass said, Sherlock’s gaze gradually became clearer.

—His drunken haze had lifted.

“...What do you think?”

Rarely, Sherlock showed confusion in front of Aiwass, “Which path should I take?

The right one or the one of dreams?

The longer, smoother sand path or the small trail in the forest?”

“Is that even a question?”

Aiwass smiled confidently, “Of course, the path I chose for you—that’s an entirely new path, yet the one best suited for you.

The occupation is called ‘Worshipper of Mithra.’

“Oh, by the way.

You probably don’t know what happened to Miss Meg, right?

Let me start from the beginning and tell you all about it.”

With that, Aiwass told Sherlock everything about how Meg transformed into Ligeia from beginning to end.