The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The girl calmly constructed a false self, revealing herself as a young lady before slowly removing her hood. Her beautiful face caused the psionicists around her to instinctively stop what they were doing, and everything floating in their hands fell to the ground.

"What are you looking at? Keep training!"

After yelling at his students, Oren continued listening to her recount her life story.

Spirit/Dream - Mark

The story that Maginus fabricated about "Walker" was almost identical to her own experience, except that she downgraded the identities of herself and her enemies from "nation" to "town" and omitted the part about her resurrection.

A girl whose family was wiped out by enemies escaped from White Dove City after many hardships, and awakened her psychic powers during her escape.

"I see, then I can have fewer questions now."

After hearing Maginus's answer, Oren seemed much more relaxed. He gazed at the girl and asked again:

"So, why are you learning psionic powers? Revenge?"

"Live on, and take revenge."

Maginus spoke calmly. Oren did not react much to the girl's thoughts. He looked into the girl's eyes, as if trying to see something in them.

After a long while, the boy brought over the black tea, and only then did the man look away, pick up the teacup, and take a sip.

"I don't have any methods for learning psionic skills here, only a combat class similar to a warrior."

"The Psychic Mutual Aid Association was originally established to help those of you who have awakened your psychic abilities to protect yourselves. I'm happy to teach you. If you want to learn, you can come to the Liu Ling ^2/2?8ba group tomorrow for class. As for how much you learn, that depends on yourself."

He pointed to the students or rather, the members of the mutual aid group standing to the side:

"The oldest of these children has been studying for five years, while the youngest has just begun to solidify their foundation. However, their growth in strength is not very significant. Learning psionic energy requires both talent and time."

“What profession doesn’t require time?” Maginus shook her head. “I’m just grasping at straws. In short, joining is the same as being able to participate in the learning, right? What do I need to give up?”

"Twenty gold coins, can you produce them?"

Oren tentatively asked, and Maginus immediately opened her purse, took out forty gold coins, placed them in front of the slovenly old man, and said very seriously:

"Here are 40 gold coins, Mr. Oren. I hope you can give me everything you have. If it's not enough, you can tell me and I can find a way."

Looking at the gold coins in front of him, Oren nodded: "Since you've made up your mind, I won't try to persuade you any further. Miss Walker, you'd better get a good night's sleep tonight. I can tell you're not feeling well."

"Tomorrow is a crucial lesson. I will also test your psychic tendencies, so you must keep your mind in top condition."

……

After instructing the girl on what to prepare for the next day, and after Maginus left, the children and young people around immediately surrounded Oren.

One of them asked curiously, "Uncle Oren, you've been staring at that woman the whole time, have you noticed anything?"

"From what I've seen so far, what she said is similar to what she went through, and she's even more pitiful than you all."

Oren sighed softly. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and he kept staring at Maginus, wanting to see what was in the young girl's heart.

What he saw turned out to be very ominous.

The girl was broken; she was utterly despondent, her emotions completely flat, and she seemed indifferent to everything.

However, this has nothing to do with him. The original intention of establishing the Psychic Mutual Aid Association was to seek mutual support and warmth. Obviously, the girl did not come to seek mutual support and warmth; she simply paid to learn professional skills.

Since that's the case, Oren won't concern himself with it too much.

Chapter 62 "Blood Ties"

As night fell, the entire city of Heman fell silent.

The city has maintained a curfew policy to this day, which has not changed, so the streets are particularly deserted, with only some bars in the red-light district able to open their doors to customers.

In a somewhat run-down bar, Maginot, who had transformed herself into something resembling a skeleton, sat in a chair, her hood up, and casually tossed a silver coin to the bartender, asking:

"Can you provide information here, or is there any place nearby where information can be provided?"

The bartender easily caught the silver coin tossed into the air with two fingers. After gently squeezing the coin to confirm its authenticity, he smiled slightly.

"Of course, I have a lot of information to offer."

Where is the black market?

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. The young woman decided to find the woman who appeared in her dream in advance. This "family member" in terms of bloodline might become her enemy in the future, so she needed to prepare in advance.

Of course, she wouldn't launch an attack right now. Maginus was well aware of her own strength, and anyone who could set up a stall on the black market, no matter how strong, was definitely stronger than her.

Observe and gather information, analyze her interpersonal relationships, and use other forces to attack and weaken her...

When you're in the dark, you have many options. Since you're weak, you should rely on other methods as much as possible.

Having learned the location of the black market from the bartender, Maginus quickly headed there. Dressed in a black robe, she slipped into the sewers and made her way to a rather dry area.

The memories in the dream became clearer and clearer. The girl followed her senses and soon saw a bright light at the corner, and some people were walking towards the light from another path.

Suddenly, someone bumped into her from behind. The man glanced at the girl, said "Don't block the way," and walked towards the firelight.

It seems I made the right choice in finding this place.

As Maginus turned the corner, a rather rudimentary black market appeared before her. The same men, who were also hiding their identities, each occupied a section as their own stall, with their weapons displayed beside them.

The girl walked calmly through the black market, following her memories to find the woman from her dreams.

After walking about 40 meters, Maginus suddenly stopped, squinted in the shadows, and turned his gaze to a black-robed man at a stall not far away.

The man in the black robe stretched out his hands from his robe. His calloused palms were covered with many purple lines. These purple lines did not exude any magic; they were simply markings.

After hesitating for a moment, the girl squatted down in front of the stall and scanned the items on it. The items were a mixed bag, and judging from the bloodstains on them, they were definitely not from legitimate sources.

Maginus gripped a rather sharp dagger, and without looking the shopkeeper in the eye, simply asked, "How much is this?"

"Two silver coins, no bargaining."

A hoarse voice came from under the hood. She was certain that the person in front of her was the one she was looking for, so she calmly put down the dagger, turned around and left.

The enemy is in the open, while we are in the shadows; we must be careful and maintain our advantage.

The woman who appeared in the dream watched Maginus leave. Unaware of anything amiss, she waited for the next customer.

Long after Maginus left, the woman in the black market packed up her things and prepared to close her stall. She walked openly through the sewers, carrying a large bag of goods.

Those who also traded on the black market didn't go looking for trouble with her; instead, they looked at her with caution and fear.

“My dearest Marta, I wonder if you are free tonight? I would like to discuss your great God with you.”

Just as she was about to leave the black market area, a burly man appeared beside her, reaching out to stroke the back of the woman named Marta, his hand sliding restlessly downwards.

Marta didn't stop him. Instead, she winked at the burly man, deliberately sticking out her buttocks so her hand could slide upwards, then shook her head and said:

"We'll see, I'm not free lately."

After dealing with the burly man, Marta's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint as she walked out. If it weren't for the fact that he, as the black market manager, was powerful enough and held a higher position in the gang than she did, and that she hadn't found a better candidate, she would have dealt with the burly man long ago.

Back in her own home, a rather luxurious house in the slums, Marta went into the basement to hide her belongings and then pushed open another hidden door in the basement.

Inside the gate was a statue, but strangely, it did not depict a human figure; instead, it was a clenched black fist.

Marta knelt on the ground, praying respectfully to the statue. Two hours later, the woman who had been praying sincerely opened her eyes, pleading with the statue, or rather, drawing upon the power within her:

“Great Father God, I have become a high-ranking member of the gang, and at the same time, I sensed in my dream that a certain brother or sister was spying on me. I wonder when that brother or sister will challenge my position.”

"I beg you to mark the location of my loved one so that I may know what to do and then follow your instructions. The loser will become the slave of the victor and pay for your resurrection!"

Marta closed her eyes, and a purplish-black mist unconsciously emanated from her body. Only after the black mist re-condensed did a very blurry image appear in her mind.

A blurry figure in black robes appeared in the scene. The scenery around him was pulled back, and Marta recognized that he was in River City.

It was obvious that her "relative" had arrived on her territory.

However, to the woman's surprise, the image suddenly stopped there, and something she had never seen before appeared in the purplish-black scene.

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The crimson flames suddenly burst into flames, and the scorching heat made Marta open her eyes in panic and fall to the ground.

"what is that……"

She was full of surprise. The previous spying sessions were not like this. Could it be that this blood relative had some kind of special item on him?

"No, now is not the time to think about that."

Suppressing her shock and fear of the unexpected, Marta realized that she had fallen behind her blood relative in the struggle.

Her enemies probably already know what she looks like, while she knows nothing about them. As a result, she is in the open while her blood relatives are in the dark.

A gap in intelligence can sometimes have serious consequences. Marta took a deep breath, the image of that burly man flashing through her mind.

It's time to ask him for help.

Chapter 63 Psychic Class Soul Blade Master Ling Menglin Lingqi Jiuwuba

The second day after arriving in Heman City.

Maginos had no idea that she had escaped a calamity the night before; the sleep she had taken in the inn was the deepest she had ever slept since fleeing the palace.

The girl who got up glanced at the bells tied to the window and door, and after confirming that the threads were intact, she quickly removed them, put on her protector, and walked towards the Psionic Mutual Aid Association.

When Maginus arrived, the door was ajar, and she could hear some noises coming from inside. She went in and saw the boy who had opened the door for her earlier sweeping the floor.

Hearing the sound coming from the gate, the boy turned around and greeted the girl when he saw her.

"Hello, Miss Walker."

He had just finished speaking when he realized he hadn't even given his name yet, so he put down the broom and introduced himself:

"My name is Will. I currently live with Mr. Oren. I am an orphan. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

Maginus, of course, wouldn't mention that she had heard Oren call his name earlier. She calmly nodded to indicate that she already knew, and looked towards the direction from which the snoring was coming from inside the room:

"Mr. Will, when will Professor Oren wake up?"

“Ah, well…” Will gave a slightly embarrassed smile. “He usually gets up around 10 a.m., and by the time he finishes brunch and training starts, it’s already around noon.”

Hearing this answer, Maginus was not very surprised; Oren's disheveled appearance was indeed very much in line with his own schedule.

So she found an open space inside a house, drew her sword protector from behind, and began practicing swordsmanship on her own.

Since Oren said yesterday that the skills he was going to teach were still warrior-related, it meant that Maginus's swordsmanship and close combat skills could not be neglected.

Huhuhu

The longsword in the girl's hand was like a giant sword. The sound of the blade cutting through the air occasionally caught Will's attention as he was cleaning, and he even inadvertently showed a look of envy.

Upon realizing this, the girl stopped practicing her swordsmanship and looked at Will, asking, "What, didn't Mr. Oren teach you swordsmanship?"

"It's simply that Will couldn't keep going."

Some... boisterous voices came from the doorway. Maginus looked towards the door and saw that the people she had met at the Psionic Mutual Aid Association had arrived in groups. The leader was a burly man she had never seen before, and it was he who had just spoken.

"You must be the new Walker. Hello, my name is Clayton, and I was one of the first to learn from Teacher Oren."

Some of the more outgoing, burly men, Clayton, patted the girl on the shoulder. Maginus didn't flinch, nor did she reveal any expression. She turned and asked the names of the other students who had come to learn behind her.

After they became a little more familiar with each other, the girl continued to wield her longsword in the open space, while Renekton raised his hand and slapped the head of Will, the boy sweeping the floor: "Will, why don't you want to try harder?"

"There's no way around it, sword practice is too tiring. I'd rather clean and study, so I can work as a cashier in some shop later."

Will is quite satisfied with his current life. He doesn't want to fight or kill; for him, a peaceful and ordinary life is the best.

Renekton didn't pay any attention, called out to the other students, and then left the house with a few young men, while the other students who stayed behind began their own training.

Maginus discovered that only a minority practiced swordsmanship like her; most practiced manipulating psychic energy.

They were probably laying the foundation for the future, but the girl couldn't do that. She needed to improve her strength as soon as possible, at least to the point where she could protect herself. Swordsmanship was a more visible area of ​​progress than the somewhat ethereal spiritual energy.

Around 10 a.m., the snoring finally stopped, and Oren came out of the house. He quickly woke up when he saw Maginus.

"Wait a moment, I'll come and teach you after I finish eating. Will, tell her about my profession, Soul Blade."

Oren gave Will a word of advice, and Will agreed. He looked at the girl who had stopped swinging her sword, pulled out two chairs, sat down, and gestured for Maginus to sit down as well.

Soul Blader...

"So what exactly is a Soul Blade user?"

Sitting in the chair, she asked, and Will slowly recounted what the teacher had said.

Soul Blade users, as the name suggests, are people who possess their own "soul blade." They usually believe that their thoughts are the most beautiful and deadliest of all things.

Through specialized training, Soulbladers can learn to utilize their mental power to forge luminous, semi-solid mental energy swords by condensing spiritual energy.

The Soul Blade is often referred to as the "Mind Blade." Its shape and color vary depending on the Soul Blade user's personality, mental strength, and even mood. Although no two Soul Blade users have the same Mind Blade, they are all equally deadly.

Compared to all other psionic classes, Soulbladers utilize psychic abilities more directly for melee and ranged combat.