After the traveling merchant entered the small house, he obediently stood still, silently waiting for his memory to be modified.
For others, memory modification is a terrifying and unacceptable thing. But for the traveling merchant, as long as he can stay alive, what does it matter if his memory is modified? Moreover, if the modified memory is about something trivial, then it’s even less of a concern.
As for the secrets in the depths of his memory... everyone has some secrets; the traveling merchant is no exception. But he’s confident that even if memories related to his secrets are reviewed, they won’t attract the attention of an Official Wizard.
So, he is unafraid, and is even somewhat looking forward to it.
The hopeful look in the traveling merchant’s eyes truly had an effect, as Angel noticed and, after pondering for a moment, said, "You first. I will modify your memories of today, and you may fall unconscious for a while afterward."
The traveling merchant nodded in understanding. If he didn’t fall unconscious for a while, if he wakes and sees Angel and the others again, wouldn’t doubts arise in his heart? Once those doubts appear, the matter of memory modification would soon be exposed. So, they must fall unconscious, and when they wake, they will forget the people they encountered today.
As for whether there will be a sense of discord after the memory modification, the traveling merchant is also unconcerned. Since the opposing Wizard is confident in modifying memories, then when they wake up, there surely won’t be any discord. The logic of why they fainted, why they saw the magical craftsman there, can all be self-consistent. He believes the Wizard has this capability for wrapping things up.
The traveling merchant took a deep breath and walked to Angel, closing his eyes, prepared to accept the modification of his memory.
However, just as the traveling merchant was fully prepared, Angel said, "Your memory will be modified by this Honorable one."
The traveling merchant hadn’t yet reacted to whether "Honorable one" was a title of respect, when he saw a slate slowly floating up, pointing its high-bridged nose towards him.
"Come over, don’t dawdle. Do you really need me to come over to find you?"
A cold voice emanated from the slate.
The traveling merchant looked over in confusion, and with just one glance, he felt his heart leap out of his chest.
Even though the opposite slate only had a nose, and no aura was emanating from it, he still couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. It wasn’t the premonition of a Wizard, nor a spiritual perception, but an awe ingrained deep in his blood - a primal and instinctual response to power.
There’s no doubt, the owner of this unknown nose is definitely a terrifying and powerful Transcendent being.
This time, he was completely fooled; he thought there were only two Official Wizards among the visitors.
Unexpectedly, there was an even more powerful presence hidden among them.
With such a lineup, even if the entire Merchant Organization were to mobilize, they wouldn’t be able to exert much pressure on them.
At this thought, the traveling merchant feels nothing but relief and gratitude: Fortunately, he was completely open and harbored no ulterior motives from beginning to end. Otherwise, today’s outcome would be unpredictable.
The traveling merchant hurriedly ran to the slate: "Ho-Honorable one..."
"Cut the crap, close your eyes, I’m starting now."
The traveling merchant immediately shut his eyes tight. As he did, the nose on the slate turned slightly towards Angel.
Angel seemingly sensed something, nodded gently to the slate.
The next second, the traveling merchant felt a formidable spiritual power surge into his brow. As this spiritual power entered his brow, his thoughts came to a halt and he fainted...
Meanwhile, the magical craftsman also stared at the floating slate in bewilderment, speculating various possibilities.
But before he could deduce anything, Angel’s voice came through his ears: "Stop looking, it’s your turn."
The magical craftsman was momentarily stunned, then immediately plunged into chaos, soon losing consciousness.
Two minutes later, the Black Earl was the first to exit the traveling merchant’s memories.
Ten minutes later, Angel, with a furrowed brow, exited the memories of the magical craftsman.
"Is the modification complete?" Dox asked.
Seeing Angel nod, Dox didn’t continue probing about the memory modification. For an Official Wizard, modifying memory is simple, creating a self-consistent logic isn’t difficult either.
Dox: "So, any gains?"
Angel didn’t answer immediately but glanced at the Black Earl, whose nostrils merely flared slightly, which Angel seemed to understand.
Angel: "We’ll talk about that later, let’s leave here first. Is the aftermath for the ordinary people sorted out?"
Dox: "Kaier is handling it, plus the magical craftsman used a Forgetting Pact to make most people forget the related memories. No need to worry."
"That’s good, let’s go."
As Angel finished, Speedy granted a Blessing of the Wind upon everyone. Seconds later, they were gone, leaving behind only the two unconscious people sitting on chairs. Soon, they would also awaken, but with no suspicion, continuing their previous argument.
Yes, arguing. In their memories, there was no fainting; they were arguing all along, as if blinking was all that happened between the last and next second.
And the target of their argument was Miss Red, whose memory had been altered by the Forgetting Pact...
Under the Blessing of the Wind, they quickly returned to the original cellar, with even Machius not falling behind.
Re-entering the cellar, the first sight was still Coro in his small "Lightning" outfit, curled up in a corner, looking a bit drowsy. Clearly, little Coro had been waiting here for his mother’s return.
Upon hearing movements from outside, Coro’s eyes opened wide with alertness, which gradually turned to joy.
The scene of the mother and son reuniting and embracing was very heartwarming.
If only Dox weren’t here to interrupt, it would have been even better.
"Just the child waiting here for the mother, where’s his dad? Doesn’t care about the son, nor came to greet the wife, tut tut, now I kinda understand why Coro is dressed like this."
Dox had no intention of withholding his remarks; Machius and little Coro both overheard. Little Coro dared not speak; Machius replied awkwardly, "Honorable one, you misunderstand, Crow loves Coro dearly, and loves me too, he’s just not good at expressing it."
"If you believe that, then I have nothing to say." Dox shrugged.
Machius gave a dry laugh, "Honorable one, now that we’re back, I suppose there’s nothing more for me, right? Do I need my memory erased?"
Angel thought for a moment, then said, "I’ll block your memory of this event, but won’t erase it."
With that, Angel extended his index finger, pointing into the air.