Mo Yun leaned against the stone wall of the alley, his fingers digging deep into the gaps in the rough stones, trying not to make a sound.

Varo Temple doesn't have any psychic abilities, but this famous travel writer is also a well-known non-mainstream wizard. Like all officially registered wizards, this seemingly frivolous and greedy man is actually quite a quick wit. He can handle a dozen chattering skeletons at the same time, receive all the information in the conversation, and work on the outline of a new book at the same time.

Keeping in sync with such a wizard with complex mental activity is equivalent to fighting several gray dwarves at the same time, and constantly filtering out useless information so as not to be driven crazy by redundant mental fragments.

The mental load eventually turned into physical pain, and the overly sharp mental empathy became the culprit of tormenting Mo Yun.

In a trance, Mo Yun seemed to be back in the underground torture chamber of the Dayette mercenary group, and his titular teacher, Jin Murui, was piercing every nerve ending of Mo Yun with moonstone-ground psionic needles, forcing the young drow to share their pain with the captured gray dwarf—

"No matter how much your Excellency our Commander pampers you, Mo Yun, you must remember that you are my chosen apprentice because of your humble psionic talent. You must deeply understand every weakness that will arise on the mental level of intelligent beings under the full torture of physical pain, so that you can become an existential torturer. Rather than the stupid fuchsia octopus heads, which have to be thought probes or read the brain marrow directly with tentacles, in order to understand the way other creatures think. ”

The gloomy psionic expert, who seemed to be as silent as a stone, telepathically "educated" Mo Yun.

Jin Murui, who always looked gloomy and depressed, and his educational methods, which were completely abusive, made Mo Yun, who once wandered in Skull Harbor, understand a little bit about the daily life of the drow men in the dark region-

Always accept abuse, always show submission, or the slightest hint of will to resist in front of those mentally twisted mad priestesses means death.

And Mo Yun had to get used to this humiliating life in order to enjoy the little freedom that every member of the Dayette Mercenary Regiment had given him.

No family, no mother, not as a toy for drow women, not as pets of slave traders in Skull Harbor, surviving beside the dangerous and unpredictable bald chief.

- Compared to the torture of Kim Murray's so-called "special training", the physical burden caused by mental redundancy alone is not completely unbearable.

But apart from the fragments that came from Varro Temp's superficial consciousness, the real secrets about this wizard—like the real residence of this wandering wizard, the secret collection of his manuscripts—were like treasures hidden in the depths of a labyrinth, you knew the treasure existed, but you couldn't pass through it.

Although everyone thinks of him as a bombastic liar, a glutton who plays with the pen, and an expert in the production of lace news, it is largely forgotten that Varro Temple was also a famous wizard, a wizard with a deep friendship with the great sage Ilminster. His seemingly unguarded psychic world also harbors countless traps for psychic abilities.

If psionic magic was as omnipotent as the psionic monsters boasted, these slippery octopus heads would have been able to rule the world long ago, instead of cowering in the shadows of the city-states of Drow and waging endless wars.

Just as the excess of redundant information was almost overloading the brain, a "gaze" was sweeping towards Mo Yun.

It was a powerful psychic force, like a large-scale detection magic, that included the entire Waterdeep City in its scanning range.

At the moment when Mo Yun sensed that spiritual power descending, the talisman on his chest suddenly felt a burning pain, cutting off the spiritual thread between Mo Yun and Varro in an instant.

That grand spiritual power paused for a moment on the Quill Avenue, then gave up on it, paused for a moment on the periphery of Waterdeep's many mage towers, and then left.

Mo Yun knew that he had inadvertently escaped the detection of that legendary psionic master.

But such good fortune is not always available, and even if you find Varro Temp, under the protection of the big names of Waterdeep, it will be difficult to get hold of this famous travel writer or his book manuscripts.

The young drow sighed softly and hid himself in the shadows of the alley.

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Retracting his gaze from the streets and alleys of Deep Water City, Xia Yuan Taiyijun was silent.

For a moment just now, he faintly sensed that something very important had appeared in Waterdeep. But in the blink of an eye, there was chaos again.

This feeling is not very good, it is a bit like the rhythm of the black hand after the conflict broke out between the immortals and the masters, disturbing each other's heavenly machines, blinding the spiritual platform, and preparing for the rhythm of the black hand.

But what the hell is going on, even Xia Yuan Taiyijun can't say now.

Mr. Idir's gaze finally fell on Varro Temp, who was busy copying notes.

At the moment when his divine mind penetrated into Deep Water City, the spiritual connection on the back of Varro's head was also broken in an instant. I'm afraid that even Varro himself didn't expect that not long ago, his mental activities were forcibly shared.

After a moment's thought, Xia Yuan Taiyijun nodded to the ghost mage Rakot Tannasil beside him: "Varo Temp's visit is a good opportunity to wash away the once infamous Skull Harbor. While this great writer is working on his new book, we still have to support his work. Except for those rapping skull heads, you can satisfy him as much as you can wherever he wants to go to the field. ”

Ghost Mage Racott still maintained his melancholy face and replied in a low voice, "While most of the Leyline Maze has collapsed and filled in, there are still some strange monsters summoned by Hyrust roaming the ruins. I doubt that this self-proclaimed magician writer will be able to successfully cast a fireball spell when he encounters a large ooze monster. ”

"Of course we're going to have some bodyguards for Mr. Varro. Shimoto Taiyijun replied, "Arrange for the two Drow brothers, Hokun and Cole, to Mr. Writer." The Dark Elf city-state had at least taught them how to fight with swords and scimitars, and if they couldn't kill a dragon, they would at least protect the gentleman from the troll's mace. ”