In one night, Varina, under the guidance of Maric, had a general understanding of the temperance philosophy.
To sum up briefly, he found that Maric taught a lot of things, but they were relatively loose and did not form a complete system.
Just like a superficial argumentative essay, the core general conclusion is established, but the sub-arguments are varied, some are quite incisive, and some are general. They are put together to become the theoretical guidance for the members of the temperance group.
This is somewhat similar to the "acting method".
Both of these methods are introduced by a master and practice on an individual basis. Each person’s understanding will be different. It is not only necessary to learn, but also to understand.
In short, you have to find your own way.
Varina has the knowledge and memory of two worlds, and his understanding progresses very quickly, and he can get started in just one night.
The sky is slightly bright.
While Maric was still saying "therefore...in short...so..." and other contents, Varina guided him through the trick he had just learned and with the help of the "prisoner's ring" on his right index finger - which was his own name. The first extraordinary will came out.
"..."
Maric sensed Varina's change almost at the same time and was suddenly speechless.
He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
Maric suspected that had he not been a veteran Temperance member himself, he might have dislocated his jaw.
You know, he only successfully mastered the trick after being taught by the teacher for a week.
This guy is a born temperance guy!
But why was he born into the Witch Cult?
After a while, Malic regained his composure and said:
"Now that you have initially grasped it, I will not explain any more, so as not to interfere with your own understanding."
"What you need to learn from me next is how to use extraordinary will, and combine previous experience and your own understanding. Summarize the concept of moderation that suits you."
Varina nodded slightly.
After channeling his extraordinary will, the malice in his eyes faded a lot, and the dark brown eyes that had recovered from digesting the magic potion also looked more profound and powerful.
This kid has changed so much...Maric suddenly looked like the same person he was when Varina came here two months ago.
At that time, he still gave people a slightly green feeling, but Varina in front of him actually showed a very firm and calm temperament?
What has he experienced?
Maric suppressed his desire to ask questions and said, "You can go back and rest. Remember to come back here tonight."
"OK."
Varina nodded, got up and went out.
After he left, Maric asked, "What do you think?"
Sharon walked out of the bay window, sat on the vacant seat, rested her chin on her hand, and said in a calm tone:
"That's probably why he tapped into my spiritual intuition."
"There is nothing wrong with the results of the divination."
Maric nodded and made a very outrageous guess: "Is he the descendant of a sect senior and a witch?"
"There is no need to pursue this."
Sharon said calmly: "Let's leave too."
Maric nodded again and replied: "Okay, the moon is full tonight, I really need to take a good rest and recharge my energy."
…
Varina returned to his residence, took off his coat and went to bed to catch up on his sleep.
He found that after channeling the extraordinary will of the Temperances, his feelings about things had slightly changed.
Take the witch's scent that remained on the bedding for example. He was too tired on the night of the 9th, so he didn't feel much. On the 10th, he was affected and couldn't sleep for a long time; but now, he can face it calmly.
It's not that the smell has failed.
On the contrary, the influence of the smell on him may have become greater, but in contrast, his will has been greatly and essentially improved.
I hope that this kind of will can curb, or at least check and balance, the possibility of me becoming indifferent.
It's best not to have the same amnesia state as last time.
Varina didn't want any more innocent people to die on his hands.
As soon as he thought about it, he thought of something interesting.
Yu Yue, pleasure, transcendence... If we use moderation to deal with it, at least from the literal meaning, it is indeed equivalent.
…
At three o'clock in the afternoon Varina woke up.
He got dressed and went out and found a restaurant to enjoy afternoon tea.
After eating a double portion of dessert, Varina, who had satisfied his stomach, came to the Shure Shooting Club and practiced shooting as a means of digesting food after the meal.
His current marksmanship is already outstanding among ordinary people. Even on the farthest 50-meter target, as long as he doesn't draw his gun and shoot quickly, he can achieve a hit rate of close to 90%.
As for drawing a gun and shooting quickly, he still practices with a 20-meter target.
Varina found that this time he improved more and faster than before. After thinking for a moment, he thought it was the effect of the "Prisoner's Ring".
He felt even more satisfied with this magical object.
With the blessing of the "Prisoner's Ring", when Varina had the last few bullets left, he pushed the target to the furthest 50 meters and tried to shoot quickly.
The hit rate dropped again to near the passing line.
Warina nodded slightly after seeing the ring results, and repositioned his marksmanship level in his mind.
The waiter in the yellow vest who was accompanying him was dumbfounded and couldn't believe his eyes... but Varina's marksmanship was beyond his imagination.
They are both young people, how can the gap be so big?
…
When it started to get dark, around six o'clock, Varina came to the Brave Bar.
He ordered a glass of Southwell beer and a large steak with black pepper sauce for dinner.
Sitting at the same table with three drinkers, Varina ate quietly while listening to the three drinkers and boasts.
"Brother, don't be so quiet..."
The familiar drinker next to him became excited and put his hand on his shoulder, trying to draw him into the lively atmosphere.
Wariner turned his head to look at him, his distant and deep eyes startling him.
He stopped and apologized dryly, and even the conversation was lost.
The other two people at the table saw this and unconsciously began to lower their voices, and soon became silent.
Their table became an alternative presence in the bar.
It wasn't until Varina finished eating and drinking and walked away that the bartender who spoke to him sighed, "Damn, this kid doesn't look big, why are his eyes so scary?"
One person said: "Describe it, we didn't see it."
"Yeah," another person said, "It's my fault that you are so mean. It took me a long time, but I was suffocated to death. You have to treat me to a meal to make amends!"
"Yes, yes, I spoiled my drunkenness. Please apologize."
"Fuck you," the bartender who spoke to him scolded, "Aren't you two cowards afraid to say anything? You still want me to treat you?"
"If you dared to drive him out of anger with me just now, then I might invite you."
This was not pleasant to hear. The drinker who had previously agreed to apologize put his hands on the table, "I think you were the worst offender. If you had made any noise at that time, how could I and my brother watch?"
"Remember back then, I..."
Although there was a small dispute, at least the atmosphere at this table became lively again and it reintegrated into the noisy environment of the bar.
