Chapter 49 Doctor Julius

"...now....memory...spell...reveal..."

Intermittent and vague voices rang in Annan's ears.

It's like an old radio with a lot of noise mixed in when it's not fully tuned.

—Hope I tapped my ring finger twice in a row, that should make them understand what I mean.

Annan thought.

He was indeed able to judge what message Isaac wanted to convey to himself from the few words now.

It's nothing more than information such as "If you can hear it, tap the chair with your left index finger", "Your memory is theoretically interfered by a spell, so be careful not to reveal your secrets". Annan only needs to hear some fragments vaguely, and other parts that cannot be heard clearly can also be inferred based on facts.

It's like doing English listening.

Especially here, there are not so many distractors yet.

Combined with the context, you can guess what Isaac means.

But... that's only now.

If he missed words like "no" in "don't" or "don't" in "don't go", then the meaning would be completely different.

Annan hoped that by tapping his ring finger—the finger that is symmetrical with the index finger—he could judge that what Annan wanted to express was "I heard it, but I couldn't hear it clearly."

On the other side, seeing Annan tap his ring finger for the second time, Isaac quickly realized it too.

He pressed the button again and said, "If you can hear clearly, tap your left index finger; if it's blurry, tap your left ring finger; if there's a break in the middle, tap your left pinky finger. Repeat, if you can hear clearly, tap your index finger... ..."

"—Are you a little better now?"

Just as intermittent voices sounded in his head, the doctor sitting in front of Annan saw Annan wake up. He also packed up the paper file in front of him, and asked with concern: "Do you feel any discomfort in your head? Do you feel palpitations? Do your fingers... feel numb?"

"……fine."

Annan silently tapped the little finger of his left hand twice on the chair, and at the same time, covertly tapped the index finger to the little finger of his right hand once.

He said honestly: "But to be honest, I don't really know...what happened."

"So, do you have an impression of me?"

The white-haired old man in a white robe asked slowly.

Annan shook his head silently.

Seeing his panicked reaction, the doctor chuckled instead: "This is normal, Bernardino. Don't worry too much."

The doctor comforted Annan, then walked to Annan's side and began to remove the restraint device for him.

After all the devices on his body were removed, the doctor generously extended his right hand to Annan.

It was a warm and powerful old right hand, just touching it would give people a strong sense of peace of mind.

As the psychiatrist pulled Annan up from the chair, he straightened Annan's collar and said in an orderly manner: "Introduce yourself, you can call me Julius. I am Ludwig's friend and also his friend." A psychiatrist arranged for you."

"……Psychologist?"

"Don't worry, I'm licensed to practice medicine. I'm a Reaper recognized by Denisaua, and I'm still teaching at the Tower of Black Glory. Although I may look old, I'm not even fifty years old— —It’s just an image that needs to be performed. It can make people think that I am harmless, and it can bring the heart closer to my heart.”

The old man smiled: "You can also call me Professor Julius if you like."

"Professor Julius... I still want to ask..."

Annan pursed his lips and made a confused sound.

In front of a silver-ranked Soul Reaper, Annan even temporarily stopped thinking. To the Soul Reaper, overly intense thinking is as conspicuous as a bonfire raised in the snowy field.

He temporarily blocked most of his thinking ability, relying on his instinctive acting skills to carry on the dialogue.

But at this moment, he also took the opportunity to lift out the task panel and take a look.

【Don't regret it】

【Wake up soon】

【survive】

——Three side missions, none of which have been completed.

In other words, Annan is still in a dream.

Annan refocused his attention and continued to ask, "Do I have any mental illness?"

"Okay, let's clarify a concept first—"

Facing the inquiry from "Bernardino", the old man Julius just explained: "People's thoughts are powerful. If you think you have a certain disease—especially a mental disease, then even if you don't have this disease, you can still May gradually really have the disease.

"The bottom line is that your heart deceives your body. And if you don't trust me enough, even if I tell you 'your disease has been cured', you may subconsciously doubt it. In that case , my treatment itself is meaningless."

"Is it even a disease that needs to be treated by cleaning the memory..."

"Can you actually realize that your memory has been modified?"

Old Julius frowned slightly: "Ah, it's normal. After all, you can't remember me anymore... I have also deleted the memory of me from your mind."

The white-haired old wizard who looked quite old showed a brisk and gentle smile: "[After we parted, the memory of this conversation will be buried in your heart, and you will never think about it again]. Well, you still have You can ask whatever you want. As long as it doesn’t involve the illness, I can answer whatever I can answer.”

"Who will pay for my treatment?"

"Of course it's Ludwig."

The wizard resumed his seat, chuckling and narrowing his eyes.

The gentle smile on the corner of the mouth has not changed in the slightest: "Do you have any income?"

"……I don't."

"Naturally. Especially 【You have already made an appointment with Ludwig to study at Denisauer Theological Seminary】, the money at hand should be saved. 【You don't want to go home in despair after running out of money】 Right? After all [you swore to go back to see Ludwig only after becoming an outstanding figure]."

Dr. Julius crossed his legs, crossed his fingers not so dignifiedly, and rested them on his lap. His upper body naturally leaned back on the chair back, and he looked very relaxed.

This is an action that doesn't quite match his current "old" image.

And Annan will not ignore that.

——He felt very clearly that in the conversation just now... there was a mysterious force permeating the air along with Julius' words.

That was the trace of the soul-snatching spell.

Although the spellcasting was very natural and could easily fool Bernardino, the traces of the spellcasting were too clear for both Annan and Isaac.

After all, he was only a silver-rank wizard who was nearly fifty years old and had to attend classes at the Wizard Tower to make a living.

Although Annan is also a silver-rank wizard...but even if he is also a silver-rank wizard, there is a clear gap in level.

This is a soul-snatching spell called [Suggestion].

When the other party does not perceive the unreasonableness in the speech, you can add "non-existent memory" to the other party through doping hints, or directly change the other party's decision-making.

Even though those few lines fit very naturally into the overall dialogue, there are gaps in it. Because allusion requires very clear and calm statements without ambiguity.

And those few words, not only did the sentence pattern sound a bit inconsistent...but also when most people speak, they don't speak so clearly. Every place has its own dialect—even in Mandarin, there is a big gap between it and the tone of the broadcast, and it is this degree of disobedience.

If Dr. Julius could raise his vigilance, he might choose a better topic to inject hints into Bernardino.

But to him, Bernardino is just a mortal who has never mastered any spells. And he is still a child, when the conversation is over, all subsequent memories will be cleared according to the effect of the first hint... There is nothing to be afraid of.

"Don't be so nervous."

Seeing that Annan remained silent, Dr. Julius couldn't help laughing out, showing a kind smile: "Are you afraid of me? Oh yes..."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his back.

“[This is a letter of introduction written by Ludwig for you, which is used to arrange for you to enter the seminary to learn the knowledge of natural philosophy you want to learn].”

Doctor Julius made a soft voice.

Lips parted slightly, teeth touching. Invisible fluctuations echoed in the small space.

"This is... a letter of introduction?"

"That's right, Ludwig doesn't want to see you so distressed every day. After all, he is your adoptive father and loves you deeply."

"distressed?"

"Don't you already... [don't want to make sculptures anymore]?"

Dr. Julius stared at Annan.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his voice was soft and convincing.

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