The panel still continued the characteristics of the [Unknown] bond—high agility and decent strength—but it was still somewhat extreme: the inspiration was too low.
Through today's interactions, Syl could roughly sense what kind of attribute 'Inspiration' was.
The level of inspiration determined your resistance to certain transcendent items, but if it was too high, you might instead see things you weren't supposed to see.
Of course, it was also an important indicator of whether one had spellcasting potential.
Looking at it this way, Syl felt that the Occupier potion on the physician had the most suitable owner.
That would be the Missionary.
The Missionary had exaggeratedly low strength, constitution, and agility, but possessed the highest inspiration among all of Syl's cards. Combined with the [High-Speed Chanting] skill, there was no doubt that the Missionary was the most suitable to become a mage.
"Tomorrow, I'll find a secluded spot to have the Missionary drink the potion, and then go to Arnold to buy some occult manuals. I'll make full preparations before conducting the investigation..." Syl planned her itinerary for tomorrow in her heart.
"I hope nothing goes wrong."
Syl whispered to herself, and then, amidst intense drowsiness, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Syl got up to wash and prepare to head out without even eating breakfast.
This unusual behavior was also noticed by Aishala. Aishala didn't say anything; she simply applied a small golden shield to Syl and let her leave.
As long as it wasn't an attack launched by someone at the level of a Goddess, Aishala would be able to sense it and save Syl. But now, no one could surpass the Fifth Holy Rank and take that step; Aishala knew this better than anyone.
This was also why Aishala felt confident letting Syl go out.
By the time she returns tonight, the holy medicine should be fully digested... Aishala looked at Syl's receding figure, silently calculating the time Syl would need to ascend to the Fifth Holy Rank... Syl, wearing her golden glasses, moved quickly through White Rose District. Taking advantage of the fact that ordinary people couldn't see her, she walked briskly without any regard for her image.
To maximize her combat power, Syl decided to drink the potion that had been stored for several days.
The first step into the magical world: the [Scribe] potion.
However, before that, Syl had to ensure the place where she drank the potion was safe enough. After all, unlike the holy medicine which was divided into three bottles, the potion was to be drunk all at once, and the danger would obviously be greater.
At this time, dawn was just breaking and there were few people on the street. Syl did not return to her original hotel, but instead ducked into an alley and transformed into the physician.
The currency and the potion were both on the physician, along with a list of transcendent materials. On that list, there happened to be a restriction formation for sale. Arnold had even added a note: 'Can isolate most transcendent ability detection.'
Syl decided to pretend to go on a shopping spree and then buy the things she needed along the way.
While walking, Syl finalized the materials she needed and headed straight for Sule District.
When she reached the tailor shop, it was barely eight o'clock. Syl pushed the door open but didn't see Arnold; she only saw the black cat Kersus lying on the cash register.
To avoid wasting time, Syl tentatively explained her purpose and the items she needed to Kersus. Unexpectedly, Kersus turned and went upstairs, bringing down all the materials in his mouth.
Finally, after taking 1000 currency from Syl's wallet, Kersus's face seemed to beam with a smile. He happily held the currency in his mouth, sat on the table, and raised a paw to wave at Syl twice.
It seemed to be saying 'welcome back next time.'
Syl just nodded, picked up the bag filled with occult notes, materials, and the restriction formation, and began searching toward the edge of the city.
Passing by a quiet hotel, Syl looked up at the curtains and walked straight in.
"Guest... may I ask how long you'll be staying?" Before the landlady could finish, Syl dropped one currency.
"A room. Somewhere quiet."
The landlady accepted the currency with a smile, led Syl upstairs to the innermost room, handed her the key, and went back downstairs.
Syl opened the door, went inside, closed it, and hung the bell of the restriction formation on the door—it was the same model as the one in Arnold's shop.
After making all the preparations, Syl took out the potion and, in the dim room, transformed into the Missionary.
Waiting for a moment and sensing no trigger of the restriction, Syl decisively opened the cap of the potion. An overwhelming stench rushed into Syl's nostrils.
"Ugh..."
Syl couldn't help but gag. Looking at the bubbling dark purple potion in the bottle, she closed her eyes, pinched her nose, and drank it in one gulp.
An anomaly beyond Syl's imagination began the moment she drank that bottle of potion.
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