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

Moen had no idea what Sylvie was up to, because the oath was no longer valid after the transaction was over, and this woman was known for her unpredictable nature.

"What are you standing there for? If you need my help, come with me. If I'm in a good mood, I might accept it for free."

At this point, there's no time for Moen to hesitate.

The earlier you start planning and strategizing, the more secure you will be.

So he followed Sylvie and walked alongside her on the pebbly path where there were few people.

"Aren't you afraid I'll take you to a deserted place and kill you?" Sylvie blurted out out of the blue.

"You don't have the ability," Moen retorted, pondering what kind of information he should use to make the deal.

"Fine, I can't kill you after all." Sylvie sullenly agreed with Moen's statement.

"Then tell me, what price are you willing to pay this time?"

"Let me tell you first, that intelligence won't be of any use this time. Unless there are some substantial benefits, then let's part ways here."

The two walked to the square, and the other side was the way Moen would go home.

A gust of cold wind swept between the two of them. Moen wondered for no reason if Sylvie wasn't cold, then he thought that since she was a Frostborn, she shouldn't have this problem.

Thinking it over, Sylvie clearly stated that information could not be traded, so Moen was truly out of options. Apart from the information in his mind, the only valuable thing he had was his skills.

"I can't exactly imprint the skill on her, can I?" Moen thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

Then he realized that it might actually be worth a try.

When I imprinted skills on Lily before, I directly turned Lily into my believer.

Moreover, the oath was made when it was declared that [Uldan]'s rank was too low, so Moen might be able to snatch Sylvie away from Him.

Moreover, Sylvie can disguise herself as Lily and follow behind. As long as she doesn't use the divine power of the Anmi Society, no one will know her true identity.

Thinking of this, Moen realized that Sylvie, like Lily, had the Frost Embrace physique, and with that skill, she might really be able to stop all the minions.

Gray is taking the warrior route again, and facing a mage like François, his chances of winning seem to increase dramatically in the extreme cold.

The more I thought about it, the more tempted I became. Originally, I was already risking my life to escape with Gray, but now if I don't use every available power, am I just going to wait until I die and regret it?

Without further ado, Moen pursed his slightly chapped lips: "Hmm... let's find a place where we can avoid being spied on and won't be discovered by anyone. You'll definitely be interested in what I'm going to take out."

Sylvie paused for a moment, then her gaze shifted downwards, sweeping over Moen's lower body, a mischievous grin spreading across her face: "Oh dear~ Mr. Moen, are you being so direct? If what you bring doesn't satisfy me, I might bite you~"

Moen looked at her expressionlessly.

Although this woman's words were incredibly inflammatory, Moen had actually read her encyclopedia entry.

Sylvie Frost, with zero romantic experience, is a typical theoretical giant but a practical dwarf.

He might spout wild and inappropriate words, but if you actually took off your pants, he'd probably explode.

"Tch, how boring."

Sylvie pursed her lips, but still took Moen to the Star Mansion where he had stayed one night before.

In the secret chamber heavily protected by a magic circle, Sylvie sat unceremoniously on the red velvet sofa, her legs crossed and raised, her skirt slipping down to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin.

She rested her chin on her hand, looking at Moen with interest: "Alright, now it's just the two of us. Take out your treasure."

After checking his surroundings, Moen confirmed that the room was indeed airtight, and that the magic array in the corner that could shield magical devices was functioning properly.

"What I'm about to do might overturn your understanding, so don't be scared."

"You said I'm a professional, I won't be intimidated."

Moen took a deep breath and said, word by word, "I can teach you magic."

The air was still for a few seconds.

Sylvie blinked, and after waiting for a while without any further explanation from Moen, the expectation on her face instantly turned into absurdity: "That's it?"

"That magic apprenticeship training class on the street that only charges three silver coins can teach me magic? Mr. Moen, are you making fun of me?"

"I'm not talking about that low-level approach of giving you a magic book and telling you the spells," Moen interrupted her.

"I'm talking about something like the church, where the complete skills are inscribed directly into your soul."

Sylvie is now fairly certain that Mohn is making fun of her.

Is it because you're facing a life-or-death crisis that you've started talking nonsense?

"You don't believe me?" Moen slowly approached her and extended his right hand.

Sylvie saw Moen's hand approaching and slapped it away.

"Mr. Moen, if you want to take advantage of me, you don't need to go through all this trouble."

However, Moen did not react because at the moment his palm touched Sylvie's, he received a notification that a connection was being established.

Does that mean skill imprinting doesn't require touching your forehead?

No, that's how other churches teach skills. You're just being arrogant, thinking you can teach anyone just by putting your hands down anywhere.

Forget it, forget it, I won't think about such a completely illogical thing.

Now that I don't have to touch my forehead, it's much easier.

Moen opened his palm and held it out to Sylvie, trying to make his tone sound professional.

"Ahem, I just wanted you to put your hand on mine."

Curious to see what tricks Moen was up to, Sylvie gently placed her hand on it.

Touching someone's hand is much safer than touching their head.

She can instantly withdraw her hand the moment she senses any unusual magical fluctuations.

[Detection indicates that the person being inscribed, "Sylvie Frost," has a certain level of trust in you, which meets the requirements.]

"So it turns out that as long as you have a certain level of trust in yourself, you can get an imprint. Luckily, I was quite honest in the previous transactions, which left a good impression on her," Moen thought to himself upon seeing the prompt.

[Destiny Track Engraving in Progress]

[Divine blocking detected]

[Block Source: God of Shadows and Arcane Arts · &*%]

Huh? Why is it garbled text? Moen looked at the panel and the name [Uldan] was not displayed.

[Judgment Result: Rank Too Low]

[Imprinting in progress]

Sylvie's eyes widened suddenly.

In her spiritual world, the divine mark she had believed in for over twenty years and regarded as supreme was rendered powerless and forced into a corner by the power transmitted from Moen.

Even in order to make room for the new power, [Uldan]'s divine power was forced to shrink into a trembling mass of gray mist.

Just ten seconds later, Moen withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.

[Skill "Wrath of Winter" imprint complete]

[The one whose name was inscribed, "Sylvie Frost," has become your follower.]

[Detected that the inscribed subject "Sylvie Frost" possesses the Frost Embrace constitution, with extremely high elemental affinity]

[Skills undergo adaptive transformation]

Your followers comprehend "Frosty Illusionary Play".

【Frosty Illusion】

[Rank: Sacred Ritual]

[Cost: 300 MP (Requires 3 seconds to cast)]

Duration: 20 seconds

[Cooldown: 120 seconds]

[Description: You condense the chill of winter into millions of mirrors, trapping your enemies in an illusionary realm.]

[Skill Effect]

[Mirror Realm: Forces the environment within a 50-meter radius to become a mirror maze of refracted light. Deals (50 + Arcane x 0.5) Frost damage per second to all affected players and applies a stack of "Hallucinogenic Toxin" to all targets.]

[Confusion of Beings: For every enemy with 5 stacks of poison within the area, a "Frost Phantom" (possessing 50% of the original's attributes, shatters upon being attacked) will be generated next to them. Enemies will fall into a deep hallucination state, losing all target locks and mistaking phantoms or teammates for targets.]

[Final Act - Mirror Shatter: After the domain lasts for 20 seconds (or can be manually ended), all illusions shatter instantly, detonating all "illusion toxins" within the target's body, with each layer of toxin dealing 50 points of true damage.]