I have a Tantric panel

This is a very "beautiful" gun.

The cold steel gun barrel had a very faint bluish-gray tint under the light.

The walnut wood handle has been polished to a shine.

A line of blurry inscription was engraved on the gun, conveying a sense of quietude.

Viola looked at the gun, a hint of nostalgia flashing across her cloudy eyes.

"This is the pistol my eldest son used. It's called the 'Silent Grip.' He used it to hunt down hundreds of undead."

"Now, it's yours."

Xia En fell silent for a moment.

The pistol is still there, but it's no longer in the hands of its original owner.

The fate of this eldest son is self-evident.

He suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the cruelty of that "tide of the living dead".

Are you wondering why I didn't give you a powerful [secret technique]?

The old lady winked playfully, keeping everyone in suspense.

"The reason is that at your stage, no offensive 'secret technique' is as effective as a pistol."

Xia En thought for a moment.

It seems that's really the case.

Even the Crimson Servants prefer to use pistols rather than spells for assassination.

"Most of the [secret techniques] require either a certain amount of preparation time or special occult materials."

"It's far less convenient than a pistol."

Viola's theory has clearly been proven through extensive practice and is well-founded.

"So in our family, if you want to become a member of the Night's Watch, learning to use a gun is the first step."

"By the way, this is the document for a gun license."

The old lady pointed to a sheet on the table.

"Just fill out your personal information and give it to Hugh, and he'll send it to Scotland Yard's archives."

Xia En raised an eyebrow.

While in the hospital, out of curiosity, he learned about the gun permit process.

He found it to be much more troublesome than he had anticipated.

But to the Knox family, it was just a casual remark or a list.

As if sensing his thoughts, Viola spoke in a calm tone, yet with an undisguised pride.

"As Night Watchmen, if we don't even have this basic privilege, how can we protect the capital's nights?"

"My great-grandmother was right."

"Of course, you can't just use a gun recklessly; you have to go to the shooting range for training first."

The old woman looked at Shane's figure again.

With the help of Health (2) and Eileen's feeding, Shane has indeed gained a lot of muscle.

It is no longer the sickly, thin bamboo pole it once was.

However, there is still a considerable distance between [physical condition] and (2).

In the old lady's opinion, he was neither thin nor strong.

Compared to the true warriors in the family, they are far inferior.

"Remember, eat more meat, exercise more, and practice your marksmanship more."

"If you have time, you can also learn a few fighting techniques from Yu Ge."

Viola rambled on, but the concern in her words was genuine.

"Don't underestimate these basic things; they can save lives in critical moments!"

"I will, great-grandmother."

Shane completely agreed.

In the assassination attempt at the Royal Theatre, if he had known how to use a gun, the process would not have been so dangerous.

He left the study.

Led by the butler, Xia En found Yu Ge and handed him the form.

When he heard that he had obtained the [Silence's Grip] from Viola.

Yu Ge's eyes widened: "Grandma actually gave you this gun?!"

"I even got a scolding from her when I tried to touch this gun."

Shane was immediately surprised: "Is this gun special?"

"certainly."

Yu Ge's tone was tinged with envy: "It seems that Grandmother really admires you."

"Besides me, several other cousins ​​asked our grandmother for it, but she refused, saying they were not suitable candidates."

"As a result... I gave it to you on our first meeting."

Xia En was even more surprised.

But what exactly makes this gun different from others?

My uncle remained mysterious, only saying, "You'll know when you use it yourself."

……

……

In the following days, Shane's life returned to normal.

During the day, I work at Akarin University as a teaching assistant.

In my spare time, I read books, look at paintings, and admire sculptures.

Increase [Art], [Erudition], and [Passion], while simultaneously advancing the progress of [The Candle of Truth].

By this time, the several occult paintings in Aurora's office had all been deciphered, resulting in a certain improvement in various attributes.

Nighttime is the time for breathing exercises and meditation.

He could feel the dark current trapped within his body gradually growing stronger with each breath.

Spirituality also flourishes with each deep dive to the bottom of the lake.

As for the newly acquired [Curtain Technique]...

As Viola said, it's a simple, minor technique.

Shane quickly grasped it, but it would take a lot of practice before he could master it.

[Secret Technique]

[Deep Dive Meditation Method: 1 (24%)]

[Dark Tide Breathing Technique: 0 (18%)]

[The Candle of Truth: 1 (33%)]

[Curtain technique: 0 (7%)]

The four [secret techniques] are all progressing forward.

Not fast, but very steady.

Like an old-fashioned green train, it will eventually reach its destination.

Every jump in progress brings tremendous motivation.

It makes us look forward to the moment when the next tipping point arrives.

In the past few days, Shane has also wanted to practice shooting.

Unfortunately, Yu Ge was too busy to get away, so they could only arrange to meet at the shooting range this weekend.

……

……

Friday.

The weather was perfect, and the sunlight dispelled the approaching winter chill.

There were no classes taught by Professor Aurora in the morning.

Xia En read until nine o'clock, then changed into a suit that he had recently ordered.

I went downstairs and waited for a while at the street corner.

An indigo carriage slowly approached and stopped in front of him.

From inside the car window, Aurora waved to him.

Today is the day the White Canvas Awards are announced.

Unlike other awards that post the list of winners.

The White Canvas Award requires participants to be present, and the awards will be presented immediately after the winners are announced, at which point the exhibition will begin.

On the one hand, it is to let those who are not selected see the gap with their own eyes and accept their defeat wholeheartedly;

On the other hand, it is also an opportunity for painters to exchange ideas and communicate with each other.

Color requires the reflection of light; art requires the collision of souls.

This famous quote comes from Philip Rodton, one of the Seven Sages, and is still the first lesson in textbooks today.

Get into the carriage.

Shane noticed that Professor Aurora was acting differently than usual today.

She wore a dark green dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

At the same time, the wrinkles on my face and the gray hairs on my head have decreased.

That alone makes her look ten years younger.

The first impression she gives is no longer that of a stern, older female professor, but rather that of a beautiful woman exuding intellectual charm.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Aurora's voice rang out.

Xia En then realized that he had been staring for a while and quickly looked away.

"No, it's just that you look much younger today."

"Oh, really?"

Aurora smiled and said, "Keep your heart young, and you won't grow old."

"Perhaps it's because...my heart is more active than usual today?"

After chatting for a while, the carriage stopped in front of the gates of the Royal Academy of Arts.

The two walked into the venue.