Annan still wasn’t too clear about what the Oathkeeper was actually for.
So his idea wasn’t that strong yet.
But if Annan found out later that this thing was genuinely useful... he would definitely reactivate and explore this line of thought.
"...Such a simple Curse Binding."
On the other hand, Salvatore, who heard about Annan’s Curse Binding, was noticeably choked up, "Aren’t there any additional requirents?"
"There are."
Annan explained, "The kitchen knife must be one that’s in use, it has to have cut vegetables a day before to count."
"That’s still too simple. Your Curse Binding basically has no potential for others to take advantage of it. It’s much stronger than mine."
Salvatore smacked his lips, looking quite envious.
Annan was slightly taken aback and realized sothing.
He tentatively asked, "Could you share how you chose yours, Senior?"
"There’s no harm in telling you directly, since you have almost guessed it already."
Salvatore sighed, "The Curse Binding I chose was ’I must sleep after three in the morning and get up before nine in the morning’... But actually, I didn’t want this Curse Binding.
"At that ti, when I saw its shape as a person who seed to be sleeping, I thought the Curse Binding would make sleep more each day. I didn’t expect it to make sleep less. And I am a person who really loves to sleep."
He sighed again with a troubled look, "Now I just feel very annoyed. Extrely irritated... Life is just too miserable, utterly tasteless."
"I can understand..."
Annan nodded in empathy.
When he left work early to go ho while his colleagues were still continuously working late, the way they looked at him packing up to go ho must have felt similar.
But Salvatore was really unfortunate.
It was as if he was being forced to work overti...
However...
So normally, others can’t see the specific contents of the Curse Binding?
If that’s the case, then it explains why the great Wizard Benjamin chose the conflicting curse, there’s an explanation.
Because he could only see the general type of the Curse Binding—that is, the bubble. Through the bubble, he could roughly deduce what type the Curse Binding was, what field it belonged to, and what it related to.
But he didn’t know the specific content of the Curse Binding.
Annan suddenly realized that this might beco an advantage for him. Although it might not bring any benefits... at the very least, he could ensure that he wouldn’t be duped.
For instance, if he couldn’t see the content of the Curse Binding. Then, faced with an eye, a kitchen knife, and a person being backstabbed, Annan would most likely choose the eye—for safety’s sake, it looked the least bloody.
But that eye was actually the most problematic one.
The curse on it could act up at any mont. Once the enemy knew, it could easily lead to a scene of "several assassins taking turns to wait for Annan’s eye pain curse to trigger." Or it might even interrupt him when he was doing sothing delicate if the curse suddenly activated...
"I consider myself quite lucky, then."
Annan said with a light laugh, "Even if others learn about my Curse Binding, they can’t really do anything to .
"If they can control to the point where I can’t get a kitchen knife or touch a person for thirty days... then in reality, they could have killed a long ti ago. There’s no need for them to go to such lengths."
"Indeed."
Salvatore nodded in agreent.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Speaking of which, Tan Juan... have you heard of saints?"
Annan shook his head composedly.
You better not ask, because if you do, the answer is I don’t know.
Given the way you’re asking , it indicates this knowledge isn’t common. And based on how Annan behaves, even if he did know, he would pretend not to.
This was Annan’s unique chatting skill: making good use of phrases like yes yes yes, absolutely absolutely absolutely, so amazing so incredible absolutely true, combined with an expression of admiration and earnestness, which was very likely to make the other person get carried away and reveal things they shouldn’t have...
And when he was of higher social status than the other person, the power of this technique would be amplified. If he happened to have a good-looking face, it would double again.
Under Annan’s flattering and coaxing attack, Salvatore soon confessed all that knowledge without holding back.
Indeed, it was a precious piece of hidden knowledge—
In this world, there is a special kind of Transcendent known as Saints.
They are those ntioned by Salvatore earlier, "those truly noble Transcendents with a genuine Heart of Justice, whose motivation to acquire superhuman powers is to help others."
They would make public vows, revealing all their Curse Bindings to everyone, making the whole world their confidants and supervisors of their conduct, thereby gaining the strongest power of the vow. In this way, even if they died repeatedly from the most Twisted nightmares, their erosion level would hardly increase.
Thus, they could traverse various nightmares, purifying those most terrifying and dangerous nightmares.
Vow and curse.
Order and corruption.
This is the duality of all superhuman powers in this world.
So that’s it, the aning of the "Current Established Vow" attribute he had just acquired was actually this.
Annan’s expression beca slightly more serious.
Then, he really had to start getting ready to do sothing about it. Even if he didn’t beco a Saint, he at least had to find a way to bind the players to himself...
"Right," Salvatore reminded, "you should improve the intelligence from the nightmare. Write down the parts you still rember."
"...Whenever you ntion that, it irks ."
Annan felt a twinge of pain in his teeth, "The information you gave was completely wrong!"
"What?"
At these words, Salvatore paused montarily.
"It’s really wrong."
Annan explained, "I acted according to the content, and I almost died endlessly... It was only after I realized that I had already died several tis that I changed my approach to purify the nightmare."
"...So that’s what happened."
Salvatore frowned slightly.
But after pondering for a mont, he still added, "However, I still feel that the Priest had no ill intention..."
"I know that."
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I will also ntion this to Priest Louis later."
He could tell, too, that Priest Louis wasn’t trying to harm him. There was a vast amount of detailed but mostly useless information recorded on the strategy guide he gave to Annan, which obviously was the result of his earnest efforts to recall...
Unfortunately, Priest Louis still couldn’t help Annan much.
Because he wasn’t acting. He was genuinely incompetent.
Of course, there was another possibility...
From what Salvatore had said, their venture into nightmares seed to be ti-limited...
This ant that it was very likely that Priest Louis had hardly cleared the instances at all.
He just dragged out the ti in the selection phase until it ended... And then he was automatically ejected.
Could that even count as purification? Probably not, right?
Then, could it be that the part of the nightmare that had been purified wasn’t actually done by Priest Louis?
"By the way," Annan suddenly rembered sothing very important, and he asked Salvatore seriously, "Senior, have you heard of the na Amos? He should be a painter who lived in Frostwater Harbor, who beca famous about several decades ago. His full na is Amos Morrison."
"...Wait, that sounds familiar. I think I saw that na on an old newspaper a few days ago... Just give a mont."
Upon hearing this na, Salvatore was suddenly intrigued.
He searched for a while and actually found an old newspaper from forty-five years ago—it was even handwritten, and the pages were aged and yellowed.
The headline read in thick bold letters:
"Renowned Painter Accused of Multiple Murders"
And below it read:
"Recently, Mr. Amos Morrison, a renowned artist and painter of Frostwater Harbor, was arrested by the City Guard for serial murder."
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