Furen, upon hearing these words, made no bones about it and remained where he was, ready to listen to Mr. Reeve's instructions. After all, the people involved were now exposed, and it was necessary to prepare for the worst.
Reeve, though inwardly agitated and uncertain of what to do next, managed to calm his voice. He spoke methodically.
"Amadi, you are already a true Astrologer. Although your merits must still be assessed before you can be fully admitted to the Council of Elders, the situation is urgent; I therefore have no choice but to entrust the future of the Abrahams of Trier to you alone. I therefore entrust to you the blade of the glory of our ancestors."
He then stretched out his right hand, caressing the ring on his ring finger with his left index finger... And suddenly, Furen thought he saw a vision of a door formed by countless swarming worms before it immediately disappeared. All this had lasted only a brief moment.
When Furen looked back at Mr. Reeve, he was now holding two objects: in his left hand, a dagger, and in his right hand, an earring.
His voice, imbued with a new solemnity, became grave, even his usually calm face had hardened.
"Amadi, the sealed object I hold in my left hand is the Dagger of Secrecy. Its mystical power allows you, by drawing a cut and whispering the word Secret in the ancient Faysac language, to create a secret space around yourself. When you want to end it, simply think the word End."
Likewise, by drawing it once while silently reciting "Journey," you can open a Traveler's Gate, allowing you to travel to any destination you choose.
But be extremely careful if you don't imagine the destination precisely at the moment you pronounce the word, the dagger will take you to a place you did not want to reach.
His voice grew louder, almost sharp:
"Be careful! It is a deadly power. Ancestor Bethel himself said that without his direct supervision, even an angel would lose his life. If you fail, the dagger will send you to the place you fear most. And once it has been there once, it will not hesitate to take you there again.
The side effect is that it must be fed fresh blood every day. If you don't use it, you can use the blood of any creature; but if you do, you must offer your own blood in sufficient quantity to make you pale, without killing you.
Otherwise, this dagger will teleport you and her to a random location.
Also, even with enough blood, you should never use it for more than three days in a row. Believe me, unless you're a Saint, you'll definitely die. That's its other curse."
After carefully handing the dagger to Amadi, Reeve continued while turning towards the other person.
"Cersei, you have only just attained the rank of Astrologian as well, but your talent is such that it is only a matter of time before you become a true 'Astrologian'. I hoped to witness your ascension, but I fear I may not live to see it."
I have seen your loyalty and skills firsthand, which is why I am entrusting you with the last Level 1 sealed artifact still present in the Intis."
He then reached out his right hand and handed the earring to Cersei.
"Cersei, this artifact, called the Theatre Earring, does not belong to the path of the 'Apprentice', but to that of the 'Seer.' Its mystical powers will allow you to change your appearance and even slightly your size, to manipulate fire, to ignite objects, and even to conjure flames from a distance to leap from one place to another.
Even more, his most powerful power is to make a "Spiritual Thread" appear in your eyes. This "Spiritual Thread" can penetrate even relatively weak invisibility and completely control the target's body within fifteen seconds, transforming them into your "Secret Puppet".
However, if you stop using this item, the "Secret Puppet" becomes uncontrollable. It does not die, but transforms into a creature.
Therefore, remember to kill the "Secret Puppet" after transforming it.
Then he adds in a serious tone:
"As for its side effects, they are terribly insidious: it makes its wearer narcissistic, obsessed with their appearance, to the point of constantly wanting to transform themselves. And once your 'spirituality' is fully digested, you yourself will become its puppet.
This is her only flaw, but one is enough: a Dream Walker, a demigod of the psychic sphere, believed he could control her and became her puppet.
Never use it for more than half an hour at a time. One hour at most, otherwise you could be subject to a powerful psychological distortion at any time.
The tall, beautiful woman looked at the artifact and didn't take it immediately. Instead, she asked calmly.
"Mr. Reeve, what is the method of sealing this artifact?"
Reeve then remembered that he had forgotten to mention the method of sealing the artifact but, thinking he was out of time, he hurriedly said
"The Theatre Earring must be immersed in impure stagnant water, changed daily, and it must touch a living being at least once a day.
As for the Dagger of Secrecy, you just have to coat it with fresh blood daily.
And now, Furen, what did you want to ask me?
Furen, worried about the risk of being unmasked and the serious consequences that the Abrahams who reside in Trier would suffer, addressed Mr. Reeve
"Mr. Reeve, I would like to obtain all the formulas for the Apprentice path. And I would like you to protect me from attempts at divination or distortion of divination for a long time."
Despite the gravity of the moment, Reeve couldn't help but chuckle softly at the audacity of such a request; at that moment, it seemed reckless.
But he quickly pulls himself together and continues seriously:
"So you truly aim to climb higher on the path... But understand this: the curse of our Abraham lineage reaches its peak at the rank of Scribe. None of us has ever managed to go beyond that, even by advancing prematurely on the path.
And the higher the potion's level, the more it will change your destiny. Without realizing it, you will be drawn into terrifying events."
Furen didn't flinch, his gaze remained firm. Seeing this resolution, Reeve sighed and continued in a serious tone.
"Since you are aware of this and do not back down, I will place a part of our hope in you. The blood of Abraham will never be extinguished.
Listen carefully, I will only entrust you with the formulas for the Scribe and Traveler potions. When you reach the level of 'Traveler,' the Abrahams, wherever they may be, will pass on to you the rest of the formulas and the beyonder characteristics. It is a pact we all share.
After a brief pause, he added
"Scribe's main ingredient is a complete Arman brain, accompanied by the cursed object of an ancient specter..."
Then, turning to Furen, he concluded with a half-smile
"And here is another object. Consider it a gift from an elder to a reckless and daring youth."
(End of chapter)