Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

The existence of psychic Originium Warlocks has a long history. Most psychic warlocks can only simply judge other people's current emotions and whether they are lying, but a master of psychic magic can spy on memories, read hearts, and even rewrite thoughts. For most people on Terra, the mind is an absolutely private place, especially for those in high positions and power, who hate to be peeped into their hearts. Therefore, psychic warlocks have been suppressed and assassinated by various countries. However, on the contrary, not wanting to be peeped does not mean not wanting to peepe on others. Therefore, while suppressing them, psychic Originium Warlocks will also be recruited and trained in a small range to become close ministers around those in power.

The status of the Elector Emperor in Leithania is second only to the Queen, and in terms of strength, he is even stronger. It is not surprising that they have one or two psychic warlocks under their command. Roy has a clear conscience in this matter. Logically, he does not need to be afraid of the warlock's investigation and mind reading. But just because he did not have any fear in this matter does not mean that he will not have any fear in other matters. Roy has too many secrets, so he is naturally wary of psychic warlocks and stays away from them. It is conceivable that if he is found to be lying today, he will have endless troubles in the future.

"The first choice is to leave directly. I don't have the means to deal with mental spells yet. Leaving this troubled place is the best way. But I haven't waited until Rhodes Island. Besides, it's hard to convince Margaret."

Skadi was easy to explain. The little killer whale never made any comments on Roy's actions, but just followed them consistently, like an obedient pet. I don't know if this counts as her human observation. But what excuse would Margaret have? Did I offend the Great Elector?

This may indeed allow Margaret to go with him, but when she goes to the island in the future, she will definitely report this information to Kal'tsit. Given the old lynx's cautiousness, it is hard to say whether she will reject her application to go to the island again.

That election...

Roy opened the module lottery page and looked at the module drawing page. Next to the shining slot machine-like drawing machine, the number marked was "3".

This means that he has accumulated a total of three opportunities to draw modules!

These come from the two phases of the large-scale mission [The Threat of the Ursus Fourth Army], as well as the emergency mission that has just been completed, which can lock in a C-level module.

He has kept these three times and has not used them. First, his current modules are enough. It can even be said that the destructive power has exceeded the standard, so there is no need to pursue stronger power immediately. Moreover, the serial application of the three modules [Chongyue], [The Last Knight] and [Stella!] on the battlefield has given him great inspiration. Instead of continuing to draw new modules, it is better to calm down and study and develop new applications of the previous modules, which may have miraculous effects. Second, because he can't find a place to continue to strengthen himself for the time being, it is better to leave the opportunity and draw it when needed.

Now, he has found the direction of strengthening.

Since leaving Violet City directly was not in Roy's interest, the next thing to do was simple - find a way to solve the problem of the extreme mismatch between his physical and mental strength. It would be best if he could draw a spiritual module for himself.

Of course, this was more of a gamble, but it was not impossible. Roy had experience in this matter. Although the module system had a low presence on weekdays, it was also human to some extent. When playing games, it gave him the extremely cool Great Wilderness Starfall and the Last Knight who had a great connection with Casimir. When the war was just beginning, it gave him the [Chongyue], [Sonia's Roar], [Holy Sword of the Sun], and other modules that could more or less affect the battle situation. These were undoubtedly good things that brought him pillows when he was sleepy.

Although there were some modules and collectibles that seemed useless at first glance, such as the [Disaster Lab ID Card] and [Stranger], as well as magical operations such as sending the Holy Sword of the Sun at night, overall, it was probably able to sense Roy's current needs and select better modules.

"This is actually quite normal. I don't turn on every module in the game. I usually unlock a module only when I need it."

With this in mind, Roy chose to use the drawing opportunity given by the newly completed emergency task and started his first drawing.

The colorful slot machine in front of Roy quickly faded and turned into a plain brass color. As the lever was pulled down, the three display screens in the center began to switch non-stop. Roy did not have high expectations for C-level modules because they have always had great restrictions. For example, [Sonia's Roar] requires the user to be stronger than the other party, which is actually difficult to achieve in some situations. Roy simply closed his eyes and waited for the reward sound of the module extraction to sound, taking himself into the familiar module illusion.

The sound of gears sliding kept ringing in his ears, and then it became silent. Roy's nostrils moved slightly, his brows furrowed, and he smelled an indescribable pungent smell.

He immediately opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the original narrow room, but in deep darkness where he could not see his hand in front of him.

and many more.

An idea suddenly emerged in Roy's mind, and then split into countless conjectures and consciousnesses. He tried to raise his hand, but was surprised to find that a layer of film-like tissue had grown between his palms.

"It looks a bit like a frog or a duck's hand?", "Don't you think this is weird?", "What's wrong with this module? It's disgusting. And why can't I see anything and speak?", "It's disgusting, let the world burn!"

“Why am I thinking about these things?”

Roy was surprised to find that these ideas came almost at the same time. And thinking carefully, each one can be deepened, and there is almost no overlap or conflict with other ideas. Can they be thought about in parallel?

This module is quite interesting, it can do multiple things at once? However, if I continue like this, I may become schizophrenic.

"Schizophrenia? I'm depressed, let's go to the top 100.", "Why is Yuyu syndrome not common on Terra?", "Isn't it a bad way to comment on a mental illness like this?", "Schizophrenia is schizophrenia, I want to see the world burn!"

"Yeah... still a little noisy."

Roy felt a buzzing in his head. Although he was sure that these were all his own consciousness and theoretically he could control them, his thoughts couldn't help but keep wandering.

Fortunately, the module illusion came to an abrupt end before Roy was completely killed by the noise.

Roy opened his eyes, and the name of the new module appeared in his sight - [Water Moon]

Volume 1: Chapter 195: If you can't solve the warlock's troubles, solve the warlock who solves the troubles

[Water Moon] module?

After confirming the name of the new module, Roy gritted his teeth with a tingling scalp.

What does this mean? I am a real Kuranta. It's fine if my body has become a sea heir, but now even my spiritual realm has to be transformed into a sea heir? If the end of the sea heir really comes, and the sea god on the other side shouts, "Fellow countrymen, return to the group!", will I have no explanation at all?

If this continues, am I an undercover agent planted by humans into Haisi, or am I an undercover agent planted by Haisi into humans? Three years later, and another three years later, I will be a pirated Haisi and become an authentic original. How can I fight this battle?

His mind inexplicably began to think divergently. Roy seemed to see a day in the future where he was standing on the front line of humanity's fight against Hai Si, about to engage in a battle. He suddenly let out a strange laugh, then swaggered into Hai Si's camp and uttered a classic line, "Sorry, I'm undercover."

Shaking his head with a bit of a smile, Roy carefully read the introduction of the Shuiyue module.

C-level module [Water Moon]

Module Effect ①【Growth】: This is not a compressed towel, this is a seaweed, it will grow bigger and taller when it comes into contact with water. (Must be triggered, cannot be controlled)

Module Effect ② [Divergent Thinking]: The mental state changes, and when thinking, many kinds of ideas can be generated at the same time and continue to extend, with no upper limit. Long-term activation is prone to schizophrenia.

As expected, Roy thought to himself. It was not beyond his expectation. C-level modules often have a certain degree of deviation and defects when restoring the module's own abilities, and cannot reach the level of surpassing the original owner in some aspects like B-level modules. Shuiyue module is no exception.

Although he has two different effects, the negative effects of the two different effects are also very tricky. The strange setting of getting bigger and taller when encountering water almost means that Roy will lose the ability to perform combat missions in rainy days or near water in the future, especially sneak attacks. It will become bigger and thicker when it touches water, so it is impossible to hide in ordinary places. If it weren't for the module that can be activated or not, he would have to consider whether he can take a bath in the future. Otherwise, if it suddenly becomes bigger during the bath, it will hit the ceiling and break the bathroom. Wouldn't that let everyone enjoy the picture of Qingjin emerging from the bath for free?

It was scary to think about it, what kind of social death was this? Roy smacked his lips in fear. At this moment, his divergent thinking automatically took effect again, and he had an idea.

Well, it gets bigger and thicker when it comes into contact with water, which seems to be quite practical in some ways. It's just that it's a bit troublesome that I can't control it, but I can use it and suddenly turn it off...

Ahem! Roy shook his head violently, clearing away the inappropriate thoughts about the paradise in his mind, and finally couldn't help but shut down the activated [Water Moon] module.

This thing is a bit too scary. If he continues to use his divergent thinking unbridled, let alone whether you have an upper limit or not, this book will probably have an upper limit.

Although this kind of divergent thinking has no unrestricted labels, it is much more difficult to adapt to it and even manipulate it than Roy imagined. It is almost like asking a computer that can only run addition, subtraction, multiplication and division for years to suddenly connect to the Windows system and open more than a dozen software programs at once and run them at the same time. Even if it is magically integrated, Roy's brain mouse is still not so easy to click.

Just by having an idea, so many things can be generated in one breath. It is conceivable that if this is turned on for a long time, Roy will probably have tens of thousands of different ideas and thoughts in his head every day, arguing and writing repeatedly. By then, it is estimated that it will not take long. At the least, he will suffer from schizophrenia. At the worst, his brain capacity will be overloaded on the spot, burning the CPU and exploding his head to death.

The negative effects are really huge. This is the first module I won't dare to use casually. Even [Stella!] didn't give me such a troublesome feeling.

However, this seems to be a good "anti-psychic" module?

This software cannot even be supported by his top-level Terran hardware. If a psychic warlock were to read it, wouldn't he be driven to death by "me"'s nagging?

This is already at the level of mental pollution, which fully fills the regret in the game that Suigetsu, despite being a powerful Kaiji, cannot inflict mental damage.

"Well, to be precise, it shouldn't be aimed at the psychic module, but at the psychic warlock module. Although there is no way to stop the warlock from spying on my inner thoughts, I can launch a powerful mental attack on the warlock who tries to spy on my mind. Get rid of him directly! It's like if I can't solve the enemy's trouble, I will directly solve the enemy of the trouble!"

Roy felt relieved immediately. He expected that soon, the Elector, who would find out from the warlock that he lied, would find an excuse to invite him to meet again. At that time, I would open [Water Moon] and let the Deep Blue Tree pass a san value check for the psychic warlock who likes psychology!

"Deng Deng."

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Roy put away the villain boss smile on his face and said in a weak voice:

"what happened?"

"Roy, are you feeling better?"

It was Margaret's voice. Roy stood up from the bed, walked to the door, and opened it. Margaret's worried face immediately caught Roy's eyes. Seeing Roy open the door, Margaret picked up the medicine in her hand, shook it in front of Roy, and said:

"Miss Skadi said you haven't been feeling well since you came back. I heard that the Leitanians would secretly cast curses on others to make them sick. I learned some medical knowledge in Rhodes Island. Can I help you?"

The milk shield applies for healing.

Although it was a request, Margaret didn't seem to wait for Roy's answer. She walked into the room on her own and took out the medicines from her pocket one by one, muttering as if complaining: "If Miss Skadi hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were sick. Why didn't you take the initiative to say it?" Then she sighed again, as if she understood something, and said, "You people, I understand. I won't tell outsiders."

Roy opened his mouth but no words came out.

He probably understood Margaret's thoughts. She probably thought that Roy had offended Russell last night, so when he was summoned today, he was retaliated by the warlocks of Leitania, and his body was tampered with and he was infected with the disease. He didn't want to tell others and make them worry, so he kept it to himself, so he hid in his room as soon as he returned to the office.

But the thing is, Roy is not sick.

Roy turned his head and glanced at Skadi, who was sitting upright on the sofa outside the bedroom. As soon as he made eye contact with her, she looked away very smoothly, as if she didn't see him, and looked back at the TV that was broadcasting the evening news. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Skadi lied about her illness. Why did Didi specifically mention her illness to Margaret? Was she secretly caring about herself?

It's rare that a silly killer whale would actually have such a heart. And Margaret, who was busy enough helping Miss Yetan deal with things, even prepared medicine for me and sent it to me.

Looking at the medicine that Margaret handed to him, Roy showed a helpless yet happy smile.

Although you can't take random medicines, Haisi's body can still withstand the grass, let's do it!

Volume 1: Chapter 196: The Wizard King's Tower

"How's the investigation into Roy's identity going?"

After dealing with the parliamentarians who came to visit today, the Teutonic Elector breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

After hearing from the warlock that Roy was lying, he did not rush to summon Roy again, but instead launched an investigation into his identity.

He was not a person who liked to fight an unprepared battle. After knowing that Roy's existence might pose a threat to him, he did not despise him just because he looked like a nobody. A lion fights a rabbit with power. Investigation reports on Roy were constantly handed to him in the past few days. The more he looked at these reports, the more interested the Elector became.

Upon receiving the order, the Elector's personal guards quickly brought back a roll of the latest report from outside the door and presented it to the Elector respectfully.

Teutonic picked up the densely written white paper on the table and began to read it, his expression soon becoming full of interest.

"A member of the Casimir Heroless Alliance, suspected to be the former Great Lord Qing Jin, Qing Jin..."

Teutun muttered silently. An old figure suddenly appeared in his mind. He was wearing leather armor and holding a longbow that looked a bit outdated. He showed no fear even when facing thousands of troops. He drew the bow and put an arrow on it. The black iron fell from the sky, like a silver meteor.

Xuantie, or the "patron saint of Casimir's village", the principality guarded by Teutonic is adjacent to Casimir, and has always maintained a certain respect for this figure who walked out of history. In the war against Casimir, his army had strict military discipline and never set foot in the rural villages he protected.

He had heard that he had left the village and went to the Great Knight Territory to form his own organization, but he had not received any news from him for a long time. It seemed that he had gone dormant, which puzzled him. In Teutonic's view, there were only a few heroes in Casimir. The late Cyril Linguang was one, his children, Snitz and Maenna, who had not experienced a real war, were one, and Xuantie was one. As for the Commercial Federation, they were just riding the wave of the times. Even a pig could fly, so they were not heroes.

If Casimir will really be controlled by someone in the future, then Xuantie must be one of the most likely candidates to become that person.

Roy is from Xuantie. Does this mean that the Wuzhou Alliance’s strategy of keeping a low profile is finally coming to an end?

"The assassin of the No Helmet Alliance participated in the competitive knight competition. After winning the championship with a strength far exceeding that of his peers, he left the Great Knight Territory without taking a penny. Soon after, he defeated the attack of the Ursus Third Army on the Uka border, strangling a war in the cradle..."

Thinking back to the intelligence he had received in the past few days, and the fact that Roy's vest had finally been removed, the Elector Kurfürst felt a sense of crisis, but also a bit of joy and calculation.

"Now that he has come to Leitania, what does he want to do?"

Teutun pondered for a moment, turned around, and instructed the guards who were still waiting in front of him:

"Please ask Mr. Roy to come here. I have something to ask him."

...........

"The Great Elector has arrived in Violet City?"

The blond queen sat at the rectangular dining table covered with a flowered tablecloth. In front of her was a stack of exquisite Leitania-style grilled sausages, a cup of hot turmeric milk (yes, that's what it was called), and a plate of vegetable salad to ensure a balanced nutrition. This was her breakfast today. On the opposite side of her, another armchair was empty. The black-haired queen who was supposed to be sitting there was nowhere to be found, but she didn't feel strange, as if this was already a common occurrence.

She put down the silver fork in her hand with a melancholy look, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the maid who was delivering the information. Her good mood in the morning was ruined, and she had to put on a formal expression:

"Which Elector?"

"Your Majesty, it's the Teutonic Elector." Although the blonde queen did not put any pressure on her, the maid lowered her head even more. "He claimed that he was passing through here, and the envoy he sent was detained, so he had to come to Violet City in person. But he said that his envoy was Lucel."

"......Alas. Who passed on this information?" The Queen pursed her lips and said carefully, "Find his family or relatives, bring them back, treat them well, and discuss rewards after the matter is settled."

"Teutonic is not an easy person to deal with."

The Queen asserted. He didn't think that the message was sent back by the Golden Law Guards or any of the spies he had placed in Violet City. They would definitely not escape Teutonic's eyes and must have been restricted and monitored for various reasons. And whoever risked passing the message back to the Queen's Voice would be in danger no matter what.

But the next second, the maid's words made the queen's heart sink again.

"The news was sent back by the Teutonic Elector."

This is provocation.

The Queen's sensitive political sense immediately sensed the strong provocation contained in it.

Unless in times of war, the electors were forbidden to leave their territories without permission, and were not allowed to enter city-states that were not under their jurisdiction without the emperor's permission.

This rule was written in the Leithanian Code, but it had long been regarded as a joke by many people. It had become normal for the electors to meet each other, meet privately, and meet across cities and countries. However, no matter what, everyone would always have a sense of propriety, and would cover up, make excuses, find a reasonable excuse, or simply avoid letting the Queen find out.

But the Teutonic Elector directly passed the message to the Queen's Voice. It was a naked provocation, with an expression that said, "I'm going there, what can you do to me?"

The scary thing is that this is not the first time that Teutonic has provoked. The Elector, who guards the border of Casimir and Leithania, has expanded his army under the pretext of national defense, won over the people in the name of tourism, and annexed the small nobles in the territory who check and balance him with various excuses and slogans. His ambitions are clearly revealed.

No, it is not obvious. The most famous slogan of the Teutonic Elector is: "No divided Leithania, Leithanians should be united and united!"

The propaganda slogan that sounds harmless sounds harsh in this country.

Unification is a distant term. The Elector Emperor had finally removed the Witch King from his head, and he would not want to invite another emperor who was above him again. Therefore, they even chose two queens.

But the Teutonic Elector pursued "unity".

"Where are our people?"

The Queen did not make any comment on Teutonic's behavior. He just took several deep breaths and then asked calmly.

"We can arrive today," said the maid.

"Then send an envoy to pass this message to the other Electors three days later. Remember, three days later, no earlier, no later."

"Also, prepare a car for me."

She stood up, and her untouched breakfast had already gone cold.

The maid asked with concern, "Where are you going?"

"The Witch King's tower." She said lightly.

Volume 1: Chapter 197 Queen: Open the Peep Screen and Found a Treasure

The sky of Leithania always seemed gloomy, even in the early spring, the suburbs were always filled with a gloomy atmosphere. Under this overcast sky, a tall tower stood out in front of us, out of tune with the surrounding low flower beds and woods, like an inviolable fortress.