Facing Barry’s piercing gaze, Richard remained calm.
After quietly looking at him for a few seconds, Richard slowly said, "Do you know that your current behavior has a specific term in so places—it’s called impotent rage. It ans that the angrier you seem, the more powerless you actually are. Your anger is not directed at anyone else, but solely at yourself."
"I..." Barry listened to Richard’s words, forcefully blinking as if touched. It was as if the deepest wound in his heart had been uncovered and ruthlessly sprinkled with a handful of sea salt, his expression twisted, his body trembling slowly.
A few seconds later, his knees bent, he squatted on the ground bit by bit, held his head with his hands, and said in a sowhat frustrated voice, "I have poor talent, what can I do? I’m no match for that bastard Nu’an. Tell , how can I triumph over Nu’an?"
Richard shrugged lightly, "I might have an idea, but I’m not exactly your family. Why should I tell you?"
Barry: "..."
"Alright, the twenty minutes I’ve given you are almost up, so seize the ti to answer one more question."
"What?"
"Just now you ntioned the Ancestor Spirit Association has a ’Blood Book,’ which records centuries of research achievents in Blood Magic, right?"
"Yes."
"Then I’d like to confirm, how much of the research is recorded in the ’Blood Book,’ and what does it include?"
"There are probably more than a hundred analyses of Blood Magic, about thirty of which are usable right now—earlier, the Magic Puppet I used for a sneak attack was an application based on the analysis of a spell called ’Blood Flesh Puppet.’
In addition, the remaining seventy or so are relatively obscure Blood Magic analyses, conditions are sowhat stringent, and the difficulty is quite high, so even with records of analytical results, mbers of the association cannot master them—so detailed records have been lost, and forcibly using them may cause imasurable backlash.
Nu’an wants to restart research to fill in those details, thereby increasing prestige and solidifying his position, making it hard for the old mbers who feel I am more qualified to lead to oppose him."
After hearing the words, Richard nodded lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, muttering to himself, "Over a hundred analyses of Blood Magic..."
Currently, he has collected about more than forty Blood Magic spells, less than fifty. Most of them are low-level spells, with only a few high-circle ones. In this case, the so-called ’Blood Book’ still holds considerable value for him, and it might be worth trying to "borrow it" to copy so parts.
By eliminating so duplicate Blood Magic spells and so that hold no value, he could gain twenty to thirty new spells, saving him months of collecting ti.
Therefore, speaking of which, the high price paid for the Blood Seal was indeed worth it.
Even though there might be so trouble, like the attacks from the Ancestor Spirit Association, he might also gain more Blood Magic spells, which almost counts as freebies.
Of course, being pleased now is still too early.
Warlock Barry’s words are without verification. Since Barry himself is well-versed in fabricating lies, Richard does not believe any single statent one hundred percent; careful verification is required before he plans to take action.
Exhaling lightly, Richard looked at Barry and asked, "Regarding what you’ve said, including the contents recorded in the ’Blood Book,’ the history of the Ancestor Spirit Association, and your experiences, can you provide any evidence that you aren’t lying?"
"Huh?" Barry was slightly taken aback, then asked irritably, "What, you think I’m deceiving you?"
"I’ve told you everything without concealnt, and you’re still suspicious? That’s too much, it’s really too much..." Barry said in a low voice, his expression turning very unpleasant.
Richard glanced at him, unaffected, and simply confird by asking again, "So, you can’t prove you were truthful, right?"
"Yes."
"Alright then, it seems this will require effort on my part. I hope you didn’t deceive ." Richard said blandly, turning to walk out.
After leaving the door, Richard’s thoughts surged quickly: Verifying Barry’s words can be easy or difficult, the key is having the support of a strong intelligence system.
In this regard, seeking help from the black-faced old man Oscar would be the easiest. But previously it was ntioned that he and Oscar are in an equal exchange; now, having left the Truth Society, it’s difficult to provide Oscar what he needs, so it’s wise to use the favor sparingly.
If possible, it’s better not to seek Oscar’s help, letting others assist instead.
In this regard, the next Ancient Artifact Exchange eting is a few days away. Considering the Ancient Artifact Exchange eting is just a loose organization, with intelligence mainly relying on mbers’ mutual sharing, it is not a good choice for information.
Better to spend money or other costs to directly purchase relevant information on the Ancestor Spirit Association from so people.
This way is simple and efficient.
The black market in Farlo City happens to et such needs. Coincidentally, Richard knows an old friend who is doing quite well in Farlo City’s black market.
Thinking of this, Richard smiled and stepped out of Eden.
...
On the other side.
In the main laboratory, Richard left without hesitation, leaving Barry alone, which made Barry pause.
So trusting him? Not afraid he’ll cause any trouble?
Barry stood up, his eyes flickering with so surprise, and after a few seconds, his expression fell again.
Well, actually, Richard really doesn’t need to fear Barry causing trouble, since Barry is now filled with strange potions from Richard, just an ordinary person. What bad deeds could he do?
Even if he were reckless, the place still has a white-haired old man and the Eight-Ard Skeleton, any of them casually can handle him easily.
Therefore, he really doesn’t dare to cause trouble, staying obediently in place is the best choice.
But speaking of which...
Barry held his sowhat shriveled stomach, clicked his tongue, and looked at the many potions in the main laboratory’s cabinets, his thoughts wandering.
He won’t cause any trouble, but finding sothing to eat shouldn’t be an issue, right? He had already been hungry for three days, and Richard only gave him a tube of sothing called "Nutrient Liquid," sweet soup, to avoid him fainting while answering questions. After drinking it, he wasn’t as hungry but still far from full.
Seeing how Richard looked earlier, he might suspect but generally was satisfied with Barry’s answers. Under such circumstances, taking one or two more tubes of "Nutrient Liquid" sweet soup, Richard shouldn’t punish him.
Actually, it’s possible Richard tacitly agreed to it, after all, leaving Barry here without saying more is already an attitude—allowing his free movent.
Thinking of these, Barry’s eyes turned a bit green as he peered at the potions in the cabinets, licking his tongue and stepping forward to begin carefully selecting.
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