Mage Manual-Chapter 234 - 202 Preparation Before Cheating_2
Chapter 234: Chapter 202: Preparation Before Cheating_2
Chapter 234: Chapter 202: Preparation Before Cheating_2
“You can change your clothes here,” Sirimoro said with his hands on the edge of the pool, his voice sounding as if he were singing, “since your office has been removed from the task list and you betrayed your employer, you definitely won’t have any commissions in the future. You might as well join me for a swim.”
“You sure have good information,” Hanna retorted.
“The water knows everything.”
Sirimoro rubbed his chin, looking up at Hanna, “Why not just join the mermaids? Although you’re not a Sea Demon and can’t become one of the Ten Sea Witches, I’d value and use your talents, and I’d conduct the bubble ritual for you!”
“Thanks for the offer,” Hanna said with irritation, “but I don’t have anyone I love, and I’m not interested in losing my voice.”
Sea Demons were a branch of Fishmen, but quite different: Fishmen evolved limbs while retaining fish-like features, whereas Sea Demons had upper bodies not much different from humans, with heads adorned with coral-like fin spines, but their lower bodies were serpentine.
Thanks to outstanding talents in the Prophecy Faction, in the Kingdom of Gospel’s internal realm, Sea Demons were virtually the uncrowned kings, naturally able to gain the most information from the Gospel Book at the lowest cost. The Ten Sea Witches were rooted in the nine most bustling cities of the Kingdom of Gospel, like Sirimoro here, who controlled all members of the hidden organizations in the whole Azura area.
Sea Demons didn’t refuse outsiders, but new members had to pass through the bubble ritual: kill their beloved or lose their voice to gain the trust of the Sea Demons and share a part of their prophetic talent, but also lose eligibility for the regular rankings, essentially a pledge of allegiance to the hidden organizations.
“I want—”
“If this is about business, you know the rules.”
Hanna hesitated, then begrudgingly lay down and started doing push-ups.
Mermaids had a peculiar hobby—they enjoyed watching people exercise. Normally it could be overlooked, but if you wanted to do business with them, you had to exercise while chatting with them, like obligatory drinking at social gatherings.
“I want to use, my favor, to have you do something for me,” Hanna gasped after just a few push-ups.
Watching Hanna sweat, Sirimoro chuckled gleefully and suddenly leaped from the pool without causing a splash. She slid next to Hanna, her voice slippery like a double echo, “Are you sure? This is the favor you gave me to help me become a Sea Witch. Once used, you won’t have any special treatment among the mermaids anymore.”
“I’m sure.”
“Speak your request, the water is listening.”
“In the past fifteen years in the Azura region, have there been any dead Echo children?”
Sirimoro summoned her deep blue Gospel Book and with a thought, the related information automatically organized and presented itself—once someone received a Gospel Book, it automatically collected all information around the holder, accessible at any time without costing any points, effectively a personal library at hand.
“There have been 76,” Sirimoro said with schadenfreude, “hardly any successful case, the best one died at age five.”
“Were all handled by your people?”
“Of course, they wouldn’t dare touch such a wet job themselves; it was all entrusted to our people for the final execution,” Sirimoro explained, “but if you’re looking to obtain those families’ miracle technology, I can’t help; we’ve signed Contracts. In the Kingdom of Gospel, even Legendary Mages can’t breach a Weaving Contract.”
“I don’t need their technology,” Hanna stated, “so, was the disposal of those bodies also handled by you?”
“Of course, it was just convenient.”
“And the quality of those Echo children?”
“It’s very good, after all, it has evolved over so many years,” Sirimoro said, “Nearly every one of them is a genius with high Wisdom from all factions, some even possessing the silver faction realm at just two years old. However, these geniuses, forcibly created by Miracles, are almost inevitably short-lived. To deceive for a spot in the Weaving Festival, they need to live over ten years, or else the Weaving Festival won’t recognize these echo infants.”
Echo infants, a unique product only found in the Kingdom of Gospel. These babies were subjected to Miracles even during pregnancy, prematurely developing spiritual intellect and almost all of them possessing talents from all factions; if they could live up to 10 years, they would inevitably master a Golden Level faction.
But they hardly ever lived to 10 years.
The existence of these echo infants was solely for sneaking and deceiving at the Weaving Festival.
As long as these infants lived over 10 years and were recognized by the Weaving Festival for their potential, they would generally become true Resonators, after all, although the list from the Weaving Festival was random, the echo infants were geniuses from all factions, challenge me with any question, and it’s my loss if I can’t answer.
Of course, the rewards from the Weaving Festival were naturally taken by their families, and as for the echo infants, they would be kept alive until natural death. Without extended life rewards, echo infants could at most live until 15 years old, for such forcibly created geniuses were too contrary to common sense. If it hadn’t been for severe repercussions, the Kingdom of Gospel would have ascended long ago.
Just like the Kingdom of Blood Moon excelled in biological modification, the Kingdom of Gospel was profoundly cultivating in the realm of artificial geniuses—since the first day of the Weaving Festival, countless people had been contemplating how to deceive the All-knowing Weaver’s “Prophecy.”
Perhaps in the future, it might produce stable geniuses from all factions who could live until 20, but currently, the echo infants were more like a lottery for high-scoring families, a celebration if they won, and normal if they didn’t; just considered as a demonstration of the technical achievements accumulated over the last fifty years, akin to an arms race.
Hanna said, “I need you to modify the data of echo infants to specify three individuals, even creating an illusion that they never died and have always been active in the outskirts, sewers, forests.”
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Sirimoro was somewhat surprised and casually asked, “No problem, do you need me to pick a specific birth year?”
“No, just modify all the echo infants who died in the past fifteen years.”
“All?”
“All.”
Sirimoro narrowed his eyes slightly.
She understood what Hanna was trying to do.
The Gospel Book had many loopholes, one of which was the ‘search loophole.’ When the Gospel Book wanted to look up people with the same name and surname, it was possible to mix up multiple people’s information as one.
But this loophole was fixed a long time ago, as long as you were born in the Kingdom of Gospel, the Gospel Book would assign you a number only it knew, and there would be no confusion even if names and surnames were the same.
Hanna undoubtedly knew this, yet she was willing to use up her own favors to merge the records of echo infants onto these three individuals, indicating she was very confident of triggering the ‘search loophole’ in the Gospel Book, making it believe these three were also geniuses from all factions.
In other words, these three people…
Suddenly, a contract on Paper Weaving was extended before Sirimoro’s eyes.
“Though I trust the integrity of sea witches highly, let’s still sign a contract, just to be safe.” Hanna couldn’t hold up anymore, collapsing to the ground, her amethyst earring casting a flickering light, “Once the contract is signed, I will pass on the personal information, names, and appearances of those three to you.”
Sirimoro took the Paper Weaving, signed his name, watched as the paper burned to light, and asked, “You’re risking the firm being delisted just for this? Was your full support in establishing me as the Azura sea witch also for this moment?”
Hanna nodded, her tired face filled with determination.
“I’ve already staked the name of Doran.”
