You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

The two women and Sean separated and entered the Hall of Truth.

Just as Elise said, there were a lot of people in the square. If you ignore them and the translucent illusory texture of the buildings, this place is no different from the busy and noisy pedestrian streets in many big cities. The only thing missing is the touch of real color. Sean even saw people setting up stalls on the roadside.

He was very curious. Isn't the virtual space an illusory world constructed purely by mental power? How to do business?

He walked over and asked a young stall owner.

"Are you new here?" The curly-haired young man grinned upon hearing this. "Don't you see that my stall is full of paintings?"

But in fact, what he sells is not the paintings, but the magic potions on the paintings.

There is no need to pay for goods immediately when doing business here. In the fictional world, it is impossible to settle the payment on the spot. Its transaction method is more like online shopping. After agreeing on the price, each party can leave the payment account and delivery address. The two parties of the transaction do not meet offline. For security reasons, many wizards use false information when doing business to avoid exposing their hiding places.

"I see." Sean's face showed understanding.

"My name is Charles. Want to be friends?" The curly-haired young man extended his hand towards Sean. He did not mind that Sean was a newcomer, because he had just become a wizard not long ago. However, his major was alchemy, and the potions in the paintings were all made by him.

"Then their effectiveness cannot be guaranteed?" Sean joked. "My name is Sean."

"Don't look down on me. I'm very talented. My teacher always praises me as a genius." Charles retorted. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. "Wait a minute, what did you say your name was? Sean?"

Sean was confused: "What's the problem?"

Charles: "Which Sean?"

Sean: "..."

"Xiao of Sean, En of Sean?"

Charles: "..."

He choked and said, "Did you write The Moon and the Knight?"

Sean was slightly stunned. What was going on?

Did he meet his readers?

Sean was cautious and did not answer immediately. He asked back, "Are you his fan?"

Charles nodded: "Yes."

Sean pressed, "How pink?"

Charles: "Pink to black."

Sean: "?"

Damn, haters?

At this time, he was still an author. Even though he had the identity of a wizard, it was impossible for him to separate himself from ordinary life so quickly. He was bound to suffer from occupational diseases. He subconsciously stood up for himself: "I remember that there was nothing in the book that would make people angry, right?"

"No," said Charles, "but he's too short."

"A full-time writer only updates one or two chapters a day. How can that be justified?"

Sean defended himself: "Creating stories is hard work, it's not as easy as you think."

It's a bit like magic. Magic consumes body cells, while writing consumes brain cells.

"Hard work? How is it hard?" Charles said confidently, "As a novelist, shouldn't he just keep writing like crazy? We readers have more to consider."

Sean: "?"

"So is it you?" Charles asked.

Sean denied it decisively: "No."

Charles was suspicious: "Really not?"

"Absolutely not." Sean changed the subject, "Do you know what the conditions are for entering the first level of the Hall of Truth?"

"You want to enter the temple?" Charles gave him a slightly strange look and pointed to the center of the square and said, "Look, there's a statue over there. Touch it and you'll know."

There are no specific standards for entering the Hall of Truth, which is why neither Ailiya nor Iris mentioned this matter, because their words do not count, and the statue must approve it.

If the statue agrees with you to enter, it will pass you into the temple. On the contrary, if the statue thinks you are not suitable, you will be immediately bounced away, like this -

As Charles was speaking, a spinning figure suddenly flew out from the center of the square. The wizards surrounding the statue skillfully made way for him, allowing him to fall cleanly to the ground. He got up in a panic and shouted unwillingly, "Just wait, I'll be back!"

Charles seemed to be used to it. He didn't even look at the man and continued, "I suggest you wait until you reach Rank 2 before trying again. Don't ask for trouble."

Although no one knows the operating mechanism of the statue, it has existed in the imaginary space for so many years, and everyone has more or less summed up some experience - so far, the wizards who can enter the temple are at least at the second level.

In other words, only wizards of rank two and above have the possibility of gaining recognition from the statue.

Sean looked at the statue. Its face seemed to have been eroded by time and was blurry. However, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked. He couldn't help but ask, "Whose statue is this?"

"Karl Black, of course."

Sean: "..."

Sure enough, it’s me again.

In that case, it would be better to do it today than to wait for another day.

Sean thought for a moment and then walked straight towards the statue.

Charles was stunned for a moment, then shouted at his back: "Hey, don't mess with yourself, you'll get hurt!"

The imaginary space is the spiritual realm. Being injured here will directly reflect back to the wizard's soul.

We are all freshmen, and Charles really doesn't want to see Sean get hurt. Even if he has to get hurt, he can wait until he learns how to make soul-healing potions. At least he can make some money, right?

however.

What happened next was far beyond his expectations.

There were many people surrounding the statue, but few of them actually tried to gain the statue's recognition. After all, this came at a price. Many wizards were in a state of indecision, wanting to touch it but not daring to. When they saw Sean coming, they all tacitly made way for it, not going up themselves but also not blocking others.

After this road was opened, it never closed again.

Because Sean will be back soon, just like that guy just now.

It was obvious that although everyone was being polite, none of them believed that Sean could succeed.

The main reason was that Sean looked unfamiliar, his spiritual aura was not strong, and he seemed to be only at the first level. He was most likely a conceited newcomer.

They would not laugh at Sean. They had all been young and hot-tempered once. At least more than half of the people present had been beaten by the statue of the great wizard Black when they first entered the virtual magic space. After that, they became much more obedient.

I believe Sean is the same.

But the facts prove that there are differences between people, and there are also differences between newborns.

When Sean stretched out his hand and touched the statue with his palm, the latter's dull and gray skin suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light that was completely different from the illusory background of this world. At this moment, the entire square was illuminated and dyed with bright colors, as if it had come alive.

next second.

"Om."

Sean is gone.

Along with the light, it disappeared from everyone's sight.

Charles: "???"

Wizards: “???”

"I go?!"

Charles' eyes widened, he stood up suddenly, and said: "He went in?"

"He really went in?!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"how is this possible?"

"Isn't he only at the first level? Did I sense it wrong?"

There were shouts of disbelief in the square.

But at this time, Sean could no longer hear their voices.

Even if he heard it, he might not be in the mood to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of being the center of attention.

Because the situation was a little different from what he imagined.

Not only did it surprise Charles;

He did come in.

But... it comes in the "physical sense".

He was sucked directly into the statue.

What's even stranger is that he doesn't seem to be in the statue in the square, but has run to the statue on the second floor of the temple.

The statue seems to be located in the corner of a hall, with a round table in the center filled with people.

A meeting is going on.

Sean could hear them clearly.

So, looking at Elvira's pretty profile and the girl's young neck with a few messy hairs, Sean fell into deep thought.

Now it can be confirmed that as the creator of the virtual space and the Hall of Truth, he does have certain privileges here, but the way he opened it seems a little wrong...

The people in the meeting were unaware of this. A man continued what he had said before, "The director of the Holkodo Flores Hospital has been away for a long time, and the hospital's affairs have always been managed by the vice director. You should all know this."

"And the news I got is that the vice president will also return to the family at the end of this month. According to previous intelligence, he will be away for 3-5 days and will return to the hospital around the 4th."

The old man in the main seat asked, "Have the patients taken the purification potion?"

Elviri nodded: "It's all done."

Quill did not lie to Sean about one thing. The daily meals for the patients in Flores Hospital were indeed specially prepared by nutritionists. However, the formula contained a plant called "dead leaf grass", which would suppress the magic power in the wizard's body and contain a small amount of neurotoxins, which would make the consumers' skin numb, their minds distracted, and listless, making them unable to resist their sentences.

Purification potions are used to deal with dead leaves.

"What about you? Are your men ready?" The old man looked towards the other end of the round table.

One of them replied, "Already on the way to Holkodu."

"Very good." The old man seemed to be the leader of this meeting and made the decision, "Then let's do it on the 1st of next month."

“I hope they can fight for it themselves.”

"Remember, saving lives is the first priority, and the warehouse comes second."

Sean almost understood. It seemed that Elviri and others were planning to launch a surprise attack on Flores Hospital, rescue the imprisoned wizards, and grab some resources at the same time?

He thought of Chris's stockings.

When he first saw Chris's body in the morgue, Chris's feet were bare outside the white cloth, and it was obvious that the stockings had been stripped off by those bastards. This showed that they not only killed people, but also robbed goods, and these things stolen from the wizards were most likely stored in the warehouse mentioned by the old man.

Sean couldn't help but narrow his eyes, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

This was purely a subconscious action caused by his hatred for Quill, but God knows that the statue wrapped around him also narrowed its eyes along with him.

The statues on the second floor of the temple were the same as those in the square, with blurred faces, but the squinting action was too obvious. Coincidentally, the round table was round, so there was always an angle that was facing him.

Then, a middle-aged man jumped up as if he had a spring in his butt.

"Fuck!"

"The statue moved!"

……

Chapter 17 "Steady"

"???"

"What moved?"

"The statue, the statue is moving!"

The middle-aged man's stress-like reaction scared everyone.

It also scared Sean.

He subconsciously held his breath, tensed his muscles, and remained motionless.

Elviri and the others looked towards the statue at this time.

"Nothing moving?"