In the name of the true god

As he strolled, Tang Ping repeatedly flicked the coin the bartender had given him into the air, then caught it steadily.

Judging from Edmund's performance, he must have at least two abilities that implicate wizards: one is to locate the owner of an object by touching it, and the other is to gather clues by integrating the other party's basic information.

thing……

touch……

The coins kept being tossed up and down.

After repeating this dozens of times, Tang Ping suddenly clenched the coin that had fallen into his palm, closed his eyes, and began to feel it.

Hazy...

Appearing and disappearing...

Sure enough, I didn't really feel anything...

"Wrong method?" Tang Ping sat down on the steps in front of the cheap apartment building, staring at the coin in a daze.

After a while, his eyes lit up and he suddenly understood.

Holding the coin tightly, he simply sensed its movement without understanding the outcome.

If you don't ask the question, what answer can it give you?

There should always be a clear purpose behind it!

Having figured out the key point, Tang Ping gripped the coin tightly again and asked himself the question—who was the last user of this coin?

A vague image gradually coalesced in his mind.

Male, wrinkles, beard —

It was the bartender from the tavern we just visited.

No, no, this answer is too obvious. Even if the bartender's detailed appearance were to materialize, it would still be impossible to determine whether the power of a wizard was involved in the "haunting".

You need to think of a question that you don't know and that is relatively easy to verify, only in this way can you verify afterward whether the power of the wizard involved has taken effect.

Eh?

I didn't know the bartender's name.

If we can figure out the other person's name out of thin air just from this coin, then we can go back to the tavern to confirm it later. That would be a good idea!

Tang Ping silently asked himself the question, then tried to concentrate all his energy on the coin.

In an instant, dozens, even hundreds, of names and surnames swirled in Tang Ping's mind: Lancelot, Rudolph, Jason, Treyton, Alfred, Cyril, Charlie, Lenn... but he couldn't piece together a complete name.

What's going on?

Is it my subconscious mind making up the details, or are there too many people handling this coin, or is my own power insufficient to obtain a definite answer?

"Buzz—"

A wave of dizziness and tinnitus struck, as if I were under the influence of alcohol, or as if I had suffered a backlash from excessive mental exertion.

Depend on……

There are just too many distractors; it's almost impossible to draw reliable conclusions based on all these anomalies...

Tang Ping felt even more regretful about the three glasses of pale beer that afternoon, which cost 60 copper grams each.

He slowly opened his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose, intending to wait a while before trying again, and then his gaze unconsciously fell on the distant dock warehouse.

The trouble that made him most anxious immediately came to mind.

Why did the priest appear so quickly?

Logically speaking, the police should investigate first. Even if it is confirmed that someone deliberately set the fire, it should at most be treated as a murder or arson case.

As a "hunter" specifically responsible for hunting down and eliminating wizards and resonance sorcerers, the priest's immediate intervention likely means that there were some traces left in the basement that clearly pointed to heresy.

This trace is most likely the reason why they extensively searched for witnesses in old photos to identify the individuals.

Will they eventually find out about me?

Should we leave here first, just to be on the safe side?

Tang Ping knew almost nothing about the priest's methods. After careful consideration, he decided to pretend to be passing by and go to the basement to check the situation.

If the priests have disappeared, then they are most likely just making a routine check.

If the priests are still lingering there, it shows how important it is; I'd better leave the docks as soon as possible, or even leave the capital.

"Hiss... Huff..."

Tang Ping took a deep breath of the cool air, feeling some relief from his dizziness and tinnitus, and immediately got up and walked towards the dock warehouse.

The dock area remains busy.

If it weren't for passing by the building above the basement and seeing the charred debris piled up at the entrance, which hadn't been dealt with yet, no one would have guessed that a fire had occurred here last night.

It looks like it's burning quite badly...

It shouldn't leave any trace, right...?

Tang Ping pretended to be a passerby and walked around at a distance. He saw that the bed boards and tables that had been moved out of the basement were burned beyond recognition, and he could roughly imagine what the fat wizard's corpse looked like.

Ok……

It was probably a false alarm.

If the basement were burned to the ground, and the priest could use his supernatural powers to reconstruct what happened, then there would be little point in whether he escaped or not.

Most importantly, after spending half an hour "passing by" the area, not only were there no people resembling priests loitering near the basement, but not even a detective was seen.

This doesn't seem like something they really value.

As his anxiety gradually subsided, Tang Ping secretly rejoiced that he had taken some precautions to conceal his presence before leaving the basement.

Otherwise, if the church targets him and issues a warrant for his arrest, where can he escape to if he is unfamiliar with the place and has less than 500 copper coins?

However, the situation remains serious.

Firstly, he really didn't have much money left. If he didn't break out of this predicament soon, he might become the first time-traveler to starve or freeze to death, a laughing stock.

Secondly, he had already placed himself on the opposite side of the church no matter what. He was lucky enough to avoid their investigation this time, but what about next time?

I must become stronger! I must master the power to connect with wizards and resonance sorcerers!

Only in this way can she find her brother to rely on, and only in this way can she have the power to protect herself when she is being targeted by the priest!

After sitting down on the steps in front of the cheap apartment building, Tang Ping, feeling that his discomfort had subsided, decided to ask the final question directly in his heart: where was his brother Connor Viera now?

Compared to other things that require repeated verification, the whereabouts of the older brother are undoubtedly more convincing.

Moreover, even without Connor's personal belongings, the shared bloodline and the deep kinship forged during their thirteen years of childhood are indelible.

The sun has already begun to set below the western horizon.

Tang Ping gazed for a moment, and after feeling his heart return to peace, he gently closed his eyes.

He silently posed a question—

Where is my brother, Conor Vieira, now?

Where is my brother, Conor Vieira, now?

Where is my brother, Conor Vieira, now?

Driven by an intense longing, Tang Ping tried his best to come up with an answer in his mind.

However, as he continued to ask himself these questions, an even more intense wave of dizziness and tinnitus than before made him feel as if the world had turned upside down. Then, just a few seconds later, a throbbing pain in his head, radiating from the inside out, abruptly interrupted his thoughts.

He could only cover his head and groan in pain, forced to wait for the pain to subside.

I still haven't gotten an answer.

So... it failed?

No.

Under the relentless pressure of pain, Tang Ping, his eyes bulging with fury, gritted his teeth and forced out a small smile.

really!

Alcohol is not the culprit behind my dizziness, tinnitus, and pain!

This is the backlash I suffered from overusing my supernatural abilities!

Since there was a backlash, it at least proves that... my attempt was correct!

The ability to influence wizards should be used in this way; the adjustment is only in terms of strength or weakness!

Time flies.

After returning to his cheap apartment and sleeping, Tang Ping's headache subsided by about 9% by the morning of the next day, September 25th (Tuesday) in the 448th year of the Divine Religion.

Having learned his lesson, he was no longer in a hurry.

For someone who has just become a wizard of entanglement, even if the other party is related to him by blood, it is obviously too difficult to pinpoint the exact location directly.

What if we use the process of elimination instead?

Having only ordered a pound of bread to fill his stomach at the restaurant, Tang Ping once again tested his supernatural abilities—

Is my brother, Connor Viera, in the capital city of Montorus now?

Is my brother, Connor Viera, in the capital city of Montorus now?

Is my brother, Connor Viera, in the capital city of Montorus now?

Tang Ping originally thought it would take another one or two days to find his comfort zone when using his supernatural abilities.

But this time, he didn't suffer an unbearable backlash; instead, he felt a strange, believable voice echoing in his mind:

in.