As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

Moen had a vague feeling that something was wrong; Gray's manner seemed to be giving his last instructions.

He calmly pushed the badge back: "Old man, why don't you come with me? I'm unfamiliar with this place, you can show me around."

Gray shook his head: "It's not as easy for you to make it sound like that. I'm Arya's master, and I'm responsible for that girl. Besides, there's a whole mess to clean up in the Holy City. How can I just pack up and leave like you do?"

But no matter what Moen said, he had no intention of taking the Silver Wolf Badge. Seeing his resolute attitude, Gray did not insist any further.

He tucked the badge back into his pocket, tilted his head back to finish the remaining wine in his cup, and tossed the copper coin onto the table: "Let's go, out of the city."

The two returned to the rift valley, where a layer of fresh snow covered the ground. Since Moen cleared away the mutated corpses last time, no monsters had been roaming around.

Gray found a waist-high rock and sat down on it: "Tell me, what do you want me to teach you? But let me make this clear first, you learn too fast, there's nothing left for me to teach you."

Moen scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Don't worry, old man, I came to see you today to learn some basic methods of mental perception."

"Mental perception? What's so interesting about that?"

Gray was puzzled; did this thing really need to be learned specifically?

"Alright, then release your mental perception on me."

Moen didn't hold back, immediately casting a probe at Gray's forehead, his mental energy following up to probe around Gray.

The instant his mental energy touched Gray, Gray suddenly erupted with a dark red aura under his sensory vision, instantly blocking his mental energy from entering.

At this point, the message Moen received from Gray was also full of question marks.

"Interesting. My blood energy is showing signs of blocking a spiritual force, but when I actively try to sense it, I can't detect your spiritual force at all."

It's important to understand that not everyone constantly covers their entire body with blood energy or magic to resist the senses of others, unless they carry a continuously operating magical device that shields mental energy.

In Gray's view, Moen's mental power was imperceptible; that is to say, without prior warning, others would be completely unaware of Moen's mental perception.

Gray didn't delve into the abnormality of Moen's mental power, but instead began to teach him directly.

"Although I don't know much about mental power, your method of using mental power is too crude. You can't even break through my simplest barrier."

"Don't rush headlong into your mental perception; instead, merge with it, allowing your mental energy to simulate the surrounding environment and permeate into it."

"Try it again as I say."

Moen seemed to understand something.

He closed his eyes, no longer directly projecting his mental energy through exploration, but instead slowly dispersing it, simulating the rhythm of the wind within the rift valley.

Gradually, he sensed that the originally dense blood energy shield around Gray actually had countless tiny pores.

Following the wind, Moen's spiritual power transformed into a wisp of silk and silently slipped inside.

Name: Gray Vargard

【grade:??】

This time, Moen not only sensed some hidden information, but even increased the upper limit of his perception of levels to level 20.

Congratulations on learning the skill: Insight!

[Spiritual Vision]

[Rank: Special (This skill does not occupy a skill slot and is a general active skill)]

[Consumption: Each "Deep" activation consumes a small amount of mental energy, granting area perception ability]

Moen took a look and saw that the original detection skill was gone, replaced by this new skill.

Its effect is the same as what Moen just experienced: it allows him to obtain more information, and most importantly, it allows him to see through illusions.

If Moen had this skill when facing the Mist Fairy, he should be able to react immediately.

Moreover, he had always wanted to verify someone's identity, which was like a godsend when he was sleepy.

"So, did you learn it? I can't teach you any more advanced techniques."

Moen waved his hands repeatedly: "That's enough. It's a pity that I still can't see through the old man's strength."

"Definitely." Gray chuckled, clearly confident in his abilities.

"You haven't even reached the Saintly Rank yet. You think you can see through me? Even if you learn the techniques, the difference in raw strength is still there."

After teaching him this move, Gray looked at Moen, his expression turning somewhat forlorn.

"I don't know those divinely bestowed skills of the Church of Judgment, and as for bloodline combat techniques, you don't have the bloodline to learn them."

"I've taught you everything I can: footwork, breathing, and awareness. This old man of mine doesn't have much left to teach."

He turned around, pulled a heavy money bag from his pocket, and tossed it to Moen: "Take my advice, set off tonight, with Alvin and that little girl, to the border."

"If you can't bear to part with that dilapidated manor, these 40 gold coins are enough to buy it. In a remote place like Nohanville, this price is only because of our relationship."

Moen caught the money bag; it was heavy.

Gray's eagerness made it clear to anyone with eyes that something bad was about to happen. Moen was still lacking intelligence to analyze the situation, so in order to cooperate with Gray, he had no choice but to accept the money.

"Since you're in such a hurry, sir, I'll listen to you. I'll accept the money without hesitation and go back to pack my bags now."

Watching Moen's departing figure, Gray sighed, "I knew I couldn't dissuade you, kid. You just gave me a bunch of money for nothing."

After returning to the city, Moen went straight to the Black Rat Tavern. When he arrived, it had only been two hours since Moen and Gray had left the tavern. There was no one left in the tavern lobby.

After the bartender gave his tacit permission, Moen went through the hidden door into the secret room.

Night Owl was sitting upright at the table, with two glasses of decanted red wine on it, as if he had expected Moen to come.

However, this time Moen came prepared. After activating his psychic vision, he obtained the true information about Night Owl.

Name: Sylvie Frost

[Level: 25]

Good, very good, as expected there are still experts.

Moen had actually guessed Night Owl's true identity, because there was someone in the Anmi Society who also possessed the [Frost Embrace] physique, and was a very popular character on the forum.

Although she is a woman, she is particularly good at disguise and acting. Night Owl looks like a man, and it is possible that she is in disguise.

However, Night Owl had previously acted very seriously, which was completely different from Sylvie's personality, so Moen had no way to confirm his identity. Now it's confirmed.

"Mr. Mohn, we meet again. I guess this time you want to know what Gray got from me?" Sylvie broke the silence first.

"You guessed correctly, but I'd like to know a few more things, such as the mastermind behind that beast tide and Arya's identity. What is the price for this information, Miss Sylvie?"

Hmph, you like opening boxes, huh? Let me show you what it's like to have your box opened too.

The skill [Frosty Wind Shadow] is ready to be unleashed; Moen is prepared to retreat rapidly to create distance at any moment.

As expected, the temperature in the room plummeted. Moen took a step back, but the secret room was large, and even after moving 10 meters, he only reached the doorway.

"Hehehe..."

Seeing Moen's alarmed reaction, Night Owl's originally masculine, hoarse laughter gradually softened.

Removing the mask, Sylvie revealed her signature heterochromatic eyes (one gold and one blue) and her captivating face.

"Why are you being so sensitive, Mr. Moen?"

Sylvie rested her chin on one hand, gently swirling the frosted wine glass in the other, her heterochromatic eyes full of mockery: "I'm not some wild beast, would I eat you?"

"The fact that I can recall Miss Sylvie's name means that I know you to some extent."

"So, stop with the probing, Miss Sylvie. There's no point in lying."

Looking into Sylvie's eyes, Moen calmly said, "I'm here to buy information and also to ask for your help. In exchange, I have something you can't refuse."