Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Come to think of it, this is the seventh time you have asked to come to me. Most of the time, you prefer to stay with Mernadette to explore her charm." Charles said in a calm tone.

The first time was the fear in his eyes, the second time was the strange tone of voice, and the third time was a certain ancient book in the study...

Even if it is just an insignificant detail in life, he can still notice it keenly.

If the first time was a flaw that Charles left unintentionally, then most of the flaws that followed were left intentionally by him.

It was very hidden and casual, and some flaws only existed for a moment, but Morin still found them.

"Seven times?" Morin reined in the carriage and began to dig into his memory.

But after arriving at Rocks Manor, there seemed to be no problems with his memory.

"Don't stop, Theresa needs a warm hug right now." Charles' gaze fell behind Morin.

In an instant, the fear that came from his life instinct made his body start to move involuntarily.

The carriage started moving again, and after the pressure disappeared, Morin felt cold sweat soaking his clothes.

"Are you going to continue taking away my memory this time?" Morin asked tentatively.

Ciel didn't answer his question, but asked curiously, "There are some mottos circulating among the extraordinary people, such as 'Don't be curious'."

"Especially when faced with something you cannot understand or fathom, any curiosity will send you to hell."

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

His tone was calm, but it brought pressure like a mountain to Morin.

Morin had an instinctive premonition that if his answer failed to satisfy the other party, perhaps...

"Of course it's good to be alive." He considered his tone, "But if I have to live in a stagnant, lifeless place, then I'd rather die."

"I like anything that's 'interesting' or 'dynamic', like guiding ants to arrange themselves into special patterns to play a trick on their companions, or watching a windmill turn in the wind."

"For me, the world is too peaceful, so peaceful that I can't be sure if I am really still "alive"."

People must have something to pursue in life.

This is what Maureen's mother told him.

He didn't know why people did this, but it didn't stop him from setting a goal for himself, or in front of his mother.

Morin can't laugh for many reasons.

So he told his mother that his goal was to pursue interesting things to make himself happy.

His mother on the sickbed smiled, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh at that time.

After that, it wasn't long before he was alone.

But the first smile after a long absence happened at the funeral.

He laughed as he watched his relatives quarreling in such a place because of interests or other reasons.

Humans...are an interesting species in themselves.

No matter how kind you appear in front of the living, you will quickly change your face when the living passes away.

It’s a pity that there are too few “interesting” things like that.

Most of the time, unless something is confirmed, most people have masks that stay on their faces pretty well.

Like puppets carved from the same mold, everyone seems to be repeating the same thing.

How much fun can a world that is like a stagnant pool bring?

Maureen was in trouble, and just at this moment someone told him.

The windmill is turning because there is wind. I think being stagnant is too boring. Why not just be the wind?

Hence, he is what he is today.

The most normal, yet the most abnormal person among the four.

Life is an important thing for most people, and it was the same for him.

But unlike others, life is important to Morin because he wants to be the wind that blows the world. He wants to see how many interesting things there are in the world that is blown.

"Isn't a peaceful world good?" Charles looked a little amused.

For most people, the world would be better off being peaceful.

After all, when the world is in turmoil, even the most powerful people cannot guarantee that they will not be swallowed up by these waves.

"Of course it's not good for me." The corners of Morin's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of happiness. "The wind blows the sails, and the first ship connects the world. The wind blows the windmill, allowing people to discover ways to save energy. What will happen when the wind blows the world?"

"Aren't you curious?"

Ciel's eyes were a little subtle. "With your ability, you can't blow the world away."

"The wind never represents a person. But sometimes a strong wind needs a tiny source to start it."

"That's not a standard answer." Charles slowly picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, then slowly drank it.

Morin's body was tense, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

"Don't worry, even though your sharpness has caused me some trouble. But having this kind of trouble as a spice of life is quite nice."

"You are someone brought by Floys, and Mernadette is also familiar with you in the manor."

"She'll probably be sad if one person is missing."

"So, even if your answer doesn't satisfy me, I can at most take away your memory like before."

You are so kind...

Morin raised his brows. "Don't try to resist." Charles snapped his fingers, and the previously stolen memories reappeared in his mind, fighting against the modified memories.

For a moment, Morin couldn't tell which of the two memories was true and which was false.

However, if it is true, I am really unlucky enough.

After feeling sorry for himself, Maureen suddenly became excited again.

I am worthy of being the one who has been able to discover so many secrets under such terrifying noses and survive.

Looking at Morin, who was suddenly so happy that he wanted to put his hands on his hips, Charles's gaze became more subtle.

"Are there many people like you?" Charles suddenly asked.

Morin didn't quite understand what Charles meant.

"What do you mean?" Morin asked with a grin.

"Crazy, are there many people as crazy as you?" Charles asked again.

Morin's expression was a little conflicted, and he wanted to refute Charles' words.

He is not crazy.

As everyone knows, Floyds is the madman.

His nickname is "Windmill" because he often promotes his theories when he turns into wind, that is, when he does bad things. Of course, he himself never thinks that he is doing bad things.

"If I am used as a standard, there are probably many similar beings among high-level transcendents." Although he had a lot to say in his heart, Morin spoke from the heart in response to Charles's gaze.

There are so many interesting things in the world that he has not experienced yet. Wouldn't it be a loss if he died now?

Moreover, Charles did not erase his memory this time, which means that he might be able to retain his memory.

This way he could explore the secrets hidden in the terrifying man before him.

It’s exciting just thinking about it.

"A lot?" Charles touched his chin, looking a little strange.

It is very normal for extraordinary people to become crazy due to the influence of extraordinary characteristics. Even those with strong will will be affected when they become high-level extraordinary people.

For example, a certain obsession in one's heart is magnified to a limited extent.

The good gets better, the bad gets worse.

However, this kind of thing is only limited to extraordinary characteristics, and the existence of magic potions is on the one hand to solve the problem of assimilation of extraordinary characteristics, but more importantly, it is aimed at spiritual aspects.

After all, the assimilation of extraordinary characteristics mainly relies on will, and will is the most difficult attribute to influence. On the contrary, although the spiritual aspect is still difficult to reconcile, it is not completely impossible.

Therefore, in most cases, the blended potion can solve the negative effects of the extraordinary person's mental state being affected by his extraordinary characteristics.

The magic potion of the Five Gods Church can even weaken this effect to the extreme.

"Did you become an assassin by taking the Eye of Doom directly?"

"...I'm not a fool." In addition to the extraordinary properties, the other materials of high-level potions are expensive and rare, but they can basically be bought with money.

The only trouble is the recipe of the potion, but Morin has a "madman" and a "butcher" by his side.

Charles' hand suddenly fell on Morin's forehead.

In an instant, Morin felt himself becoming extremely weak.

steal!

Out of habit, he activated his ability.

But... he found that he could no longer control any shadow energy.

Could this be... a shadow!?

Sequence 5 of the Thief Sequence is Assassin, Sequence 4 is Shadow Dancer, Sequence 3 is Shadow Mage, and Sequence 2 is Shadow!

He had fought with Shadow Dancer before, so he understood some of Shadow Dancer's abilities. Although his stealing ability had been enhanced, it was definitely not as strong as this.

The Shadow Mage seems to be able to do this, but at most he can only target the middle and low levels. Permanently depriving high-level transcendents of their abilities is definitely not an area he can get involved in.

Shadow...it must be a shadow...

Morin's eyes were a little dazed. So far, the Thief Sequence had not been able to develop a path to Sequence 1, so for them, the shadow was like a god in their hearts.

He was not surprised that Charles had such strength and status, but he never thought that Charles would be a "shadow".

After all, in his guess, Charles was at most a great being who could perform miracles.

As we all know, the power displayed by the great being who performed the miracle is an ability possessed only by the "Sons of the Earth" of the Church of the Earth.

Is it stealing?

Maureen pondered.

If it was stolen, then it means that there is still a Son of the Earth from the Church of the Earth in this world.

If this is the case, many things cannot be explained. After all, the continuous decline of the Church of the Five Gods can explain many things.

Or is it that he is not the one who performs miracles?

Are there two subordinate gods existing at the same time in the Kingdom of York?

Maureen felt that he might have discovered a big secret.

Before he could think it over, Ciel gave his power back to him.

"The composition of the potion is correct, the effect is correct, and the improvement is about the same as when I drank it."

"But...this guy doesn't look like a normal assassin at all."

People like Morin were actually quite rare during the Five Gods Era. Most of them had their spirits permanently contaminated by the direct use of supernatural properties, while a small number were affected because their own spirits were unable to suppress the power of the potion.

But Morin seems to have neither.

Generally speaking, if Ciel's power is used to deprive the potion of its power, the affected person's mental state will be restored - his ability is different from ordinary theft, as he can steal even the existence of fate.

This kind of stealing will also divide the opponent's mind when stealing the potion, stealing the influence of the potion on the opponent.

But just now, Charles stole Morin's power, but he was completely the same as before.

"The potion is fine, but you have a big problem..."

"Me? Is it a big problem?" Morin lowered his head and kept looking for something on his body.

"Born psychopath?" Charles muttered.

His gaze slowly fell on Rocks Manor.

Arthur, Antilia, and Floys' bodies suddenly paused. At this moment, Charles stole their power and sorted out their spirits.

They are in the same situation as Morin.