I have a Tantric panel

"Oh? You actually took a liking to this..."

Aaron let out a soft "hmm," his expression subtle.

I don't know whether to say you have good taste or bad taste.

What is the origin of this pen?

Xia En looked curious.

"Oh! Isn't this that one?"

Gray slapped his thigh.

"These were found in a smuggling operation."

"That guy actually claimed that this was the pen used by Saint Serena, and he seemed to believe it without a doubt, saying that it was passed down from his ancestors."

He couldn't help but laugh: "Who doesn't know that our Holy Maiden is illiterate and can't write at all?"

Xia En's lips twitched slightly.

"So, this pen is fake?"

"Of course, at the very least... it couldn't be a pen that Serena used."

Aaron chimed in, "But it is indeed contaminated with ancient etheric substances, and at a fairly high concentration, which is why it was placed here."

"All I know is that it has some connection with the path of seeking truth."

"You'll have to figure out its specific uses yourself."

After thinking for a moment, Shane asked, "Can I touch it?"

"Please go ahead."

After receiving permission, Shane took the pen down from the shelf.

My fingers gently caressed the pen shaft.

Suddenly, some blurry images entered his field of vision—

Raging fires, scorched earth, and the cries of civilians in the fields...

Scenes flashed by like a slideshow.

He saw a figure from behind.

A figure in silver armor, its back to the viewer, the armor covered in mottled scars.

The man gazed at the dilapidated scene before him.

His expression held a mixture of pity and weariness.

"Brian."

She called out a name.

It was a woman's voice.

Beside him, a knight knelt on one knee.

"Your Excellency, please give your orders."

"I have finished the way I was to go, and I have kept the way I was to keep."

She said, "From now on, I will find my own path."

"Your Excellency, Holy Maiden..."

Tears fell silently from the corner of the knight's eye.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stop them, but that he knew he couldn't change the other person's will.

"Brian."

The woman called the saint picked up the knife, made a light cut at the base of her little finger, and tossed it to the other person.

"Give this little finger to His Highness and tell him that I am dead."

"That's an order."

After saying that, she led the black horse forward in the blood-red setting sun.

They drifted further and further apart, until they were never seen again.

However, the knight did not follow this final command.

He looked at the little finger and a strong, uncontrollable possessiveness rose within him.

—This is mine.

The knight thought to himself.

He secretly kept his little finger hidden and still reported the saintess's death to the prince.

Once the flesh on his knuckles had healed, the knight made a hollow pen and embedded the grayish-white finger bone, which had been sealed in beeswax, inside.

He carried it with him until the day he died.

Then it was passed down from generation to generation.

The image appeared suddenly and then disappeared just as quickly.

Only a few afterimages remain on the retina.

"Um?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow: "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Xia En let out a soft breath, her heart pounding.

【resonance!】

He realized that what he had just witnessed was definitely a resonance.

The scene was neither the immersive experience of being in a painting, nor the illusion of entering a dream.

It's more like capturing the memories of this old object from the past!

Perhaps it's because his perception and resonance have both improved to (1) that this change occurred?

on the other hand.

Those memories prove that this old pen was indeed not Serena's keepsake.

But it contains something even more precious and rare—

The remains of a saint!

Just two days ago, we decided to make Serena the main character, and now we've encountered her remains.

This seems a bit too coincidental?

But Shane, who had gained a deeper understanding of the occult, knew...

Perhaps it was because he was learning about Serena's history that an invisible force brought them together.

There's even a technical term for this in the books behind the curtain:

The Mysterious Law of Convergence.

"Mr. Aaron, I'm sure it's this pen."

"OK."

Although he didn't know why Shane had suddenly made up his mind, Aaron didn't try to dissuade him.

Compared to those dangerous or old objects with very low ether concentration.

This pen is already a pretty good choice.

After making his selections and receiving the prize money of 5 gold crowns from Scotland Yard, Shane hurriedly headed to Akarin University.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Aurora, who looked different than usual.

lake.

In his eyes, Aurora behind his desk was a lake, reflecting a deep, serene light.

That was an etheric field far more stable, profound, and restrained than Mr. Bahlen's.

Just looking at it inspires awe.

However, Shane also saw something else on the professor's face.

Like a layer of mist, or rather... a disguise?

Aurora raised an eyebrow, vaguely sensing something.

The young man before me was somewhat different again.

In fact, she would have this feeling every now and then.

Like a sapling growing vigorously, it has grown taller in just a few days.

This talent is extremely rare among all her students.

With a sigh in her heart, Aurora spoke.

"Starting today, you don't need to come to school anymore."

"what?"

Xia En panicked for a moment, suddenly recalling the situation when she was almost fired when she first transmigrated.

"What I mean is, from today onwards, you can just stay home and focus on drawing."

Aurora smiled faintly: "You don't need to take on the teaching assistant work for now; focus on preparing for the White Canvas Award."

Xia En immediately realized what was happening.

In other words, the special training is over.

The next stage is to translate the previous learning into results.

"Of course, you can still come to me if you encounter any problems."

The professor's tone became more serious.

"However, once you start painting, please don't come to me with any more detailed questions."

"Um?"

"Creation is a very personal thing."

She explained, "Once you ask me too many questions, you'll unconsciously bring my style into your painting and lose your own style."

"This might not be a problem in the judging of some awards, but it's different for the White Canvas Award."

"The more your painting resembles me, the lower the judges' evaluation of you will be."

Aurora stepped forward and patted Shane on the shoulder.

"Regardless of the outcome, do your best, with passion, and independently to complete the painting you want to paint."

"I see."

Xia En nodded emphatically.

"I've had the canvas, paint, and other materials delivered to your building. Now, go home."

"Yes, Professor."

……

……

Back downstairs on Winchester Street.

Xia En then saw it.

Eileen, with her hair in a ponytail, was busily moving things around.

It's not inward, it's outward.

Piles of debris were cleared out, and vendors were waiting to haul them away.

Shane paused for a moment, then asked, "Eileen, what's this?"

"Lucius and I cleared out the storage room in the house."

Eileen wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes shining.

"From now on, you don't have to live in the attic anymore; you can live with us directly."

She added quietly, "Actually, I wanted you to move in a few days ago, but it was delayed for two days because Lucius wasn't home."

"After all, he is the head of the family, so we should still consider his opinion."