NOVPUBLucius suddenly looked up, a glint of sharpness blossoming in his blank eyes.
Grindelwald looked at Lucius and spoke slowly,
"Your memories have only been confused, not erased.
So what you need to do now is to sift through them, bit by bit.
It is an extremely slow and difficult process.
And I?
I can give you some guidance."
A smile surfaced on the pale face of Grindelwald.
In that moment, an inexplicable charisma sparkled on this leader of the Black Cat Faction, one that could attract the attention of many who were either mentally immature or mature yet troubled.
From where did it stem?
Perhaps it was the uncommon paleness.
In the dead of night at the window, only the crescent moon shone.
Its brilliance made the pale hair and face seem to bloom at that moment, and the dust in the air floated around Grindelwald, persuading Lucius to choose to believe in an instant.
As long as he could find his true memories, Lucius was willing to believe.
And when one is willing, everything becomes much easier.
"What guidance?"
Lucius asked further.
"Godslayer!"
Grindelwald said softly.
His tone and expression were unusually relaxed.
But Lucius was utterly astonished.
"What, scared? Unwilling?"
Grindelwald looked down at Lucius, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Scared.
But, willing."
Lucius nodded his head, then shook it.
The young Avenger naturally knew how terrifying the Divine Spirits were.
But...
What did a young Avenger have to lose?
Nothing anymore.
He had lost everything.
Even his memories were gone.
A life so utterly devoid of value, he had no idea of the meaning of his existence, so...
Regaining his memories might make his life a bit more meaningful, right?
Perhaps less empty!
No!
At least, it proved he was not nothingness!
The blankness in Lucius's eyes had completely dissipated, leaving only resolve.
And Grindelwald felt satisfied.
The leader of the Black Cat Faction clapped his hands with a light tap―
Clap, clap!
Two crisp sounds later, two figures emerged from the shadows.
Lucius was taken aback.
Ever since he completed the Blood Ritual, he had not only gained astonishing reflexes and speed, but his perception was also extremely acute.
Even Grindelwald's footsteps could not escape him.
But he could not sense the presence of these two people who had just appeared.
Even when they were right in front of him, his perception still failed to detect them as if at that moment, he had become both blind and deaf.
But a blind man cannot see.
Yet he could see.
This sensation was awful.
So uncomfortable that Lucius felt dizzy, nauseous, and the urge to vomit.
In fact, the next moment, Lucius started to retch.
The fat man who stepped out from the shadows saw this scene and couldn't help but purse his lips,
"Rookie!
In every way, just a rookie.
Rookie in terms of Ritual completion.
A big rookie when it comes to skills.
And the most rookie of them all in terms of combat experience."
As he spoke, the fat man pursed his lips again.
"Eivor, your expectations are too high.
Everyone needs to learn as they grow.
You did, I did, and this young man as well."
With a somewhat hoarse voice, Lucius lifted his head.
The young Avenger saw a man with an exceedingly ordinary face, full of wrinkles, and white at the temples.
This man stood there stooped, resembling those prematurely aged porters the young Avenger had seen on the docks.
Yet a porter could not have escaped his perception.
And moreover...
For some reason, in the presence of this man, the young Avenger always felt a sense of oppression.
Despite the man merely standing there, neither imposing nor Sharpness, the young Avenger felt his breath constricted as if he wanted to kneel before him.
On the contrary, the impolite fat man appeared affable and approachable.
"Ah, right, right, right.
Considering you're from 'Bloodflow,' of course you'd be magnanimous.
But this kid looks rather dim-witted, are you sure you want to instruct him?"
Eivor, with his arms folded, looked at Lucius as if he were eyeing the fried fish at his snack stall.
To put it simply...
He was just a dish.
"Hmm.
I think he's quite good.
He's about the same age as Alvin and Alma,"
Acker said quite leniently.
Grindelwald added beside him—
"If you want to retrieve your memories, you will need power, and power doesn't come by chance, it requires relentless training and battle.
Currently, you are an apprentice member of the Black Cat Faction.
If you can successfully graduate from the hands of the two Masters...
I'll consider offering you a full position."
After speaking to Lucius, Grindelwald turned and walked out.
"Hey, hey, hey, I never said I'd train him!"
Eivor shouted loudly.
"It's an order from the big boss; if you don't want to train him, please talk to the big boss."
Without turning back, Grindelwald waved his hand and his figure quickly vanished.
"I'll definitely bring it up next time I see the big boss!"
Eivor muttered, but the look in his eyes as he faced Lucius was brimming with excitement, a 'you're in luck, kid' expression, yet Lucius still approached Eivor rather than the more amicable Acker.
Lucius's instinct told him that Eivor, who seemed unreliable and was grumbling, was safer than Acker.
No!
He was absolutely safe!
In fact, the next moment, Lucius's instinct proved correct.
Shick!
A faint scar appeared on Lucius's neck.
The scar was shallow, but blood had been drawn.
Yet, Lucius had no idea how he got hurt.
"Real combat is the best training.
There are 6 hours until dawn.
In that time, you need to find out where the attacks are coming from.
If you do, you'll have passed the test.
If you don't, you will die here."
Acker said amiably, but while he spoke, another scar appeared on the other side of Lucius's neck.
The young Avenger instinctively wanted to crash through the window and escape, but before his body could react, a thick murderous intent locked onto him.
A bone-chilling coldness!
Instantly, Lucius froze!
"The venue is only this room.
Also—
My attacks include, but are not limited to, your eyes, ears, kidneys, heart, and so forth. You better be on your guard."
Acker added.
Lucius, however, couldn't hear any of this anymore.
The young Avenger had begun to roll around the room.
He wanted to dodge the attacks, to find out where they were coming from.
But it was no use.
"Rookie!"
Eivor puckered his lips again, and then, he walked out of the room.
The entrance procedure for 'Bloodflow,' he certainly knew it.
So, he wasn't interested.
Moreover, compared to that, the 'Master of Shadowflow' was more concerned with what made this kid different, so he chose to observe in secret.
After all, if it weren't for some extraordinary Talent, why would the big boss go through all this trouble?
It couldn't possibly be...
Pity, could it?
