We waited for the constables to come as Sylvie went to called them. The thugs were tied up while Raoul and I kept watch of them. We had a chat while Sylvie was gone.

"Thank you for helping out, we might have been killed without your assistances. It seemed like you had regained your memories, so how do I address our savior?"

"You can call me Cliff, Cliff Blakesh."

"Okay Cliff, sorry if this sounds a bit rude. Have your personality always been like that?"

"What? How? The demanding part? I guess more or less so."

"Er, that wasn't really what I was thinking but it answered my question so its fine."

"Now that I have answered your question, you should answer mine. What is this thing that they wanted so badly from you?"

"You go straight to the point huh? But sorry, I cannot answer you. All I can say is that it was something given to us by our parents."

"So a family heirloom?"

"S-something like that."

Unknowing to him, I could hear his inner thoughts.

"Even though he saved our lives, I still shouldn't trust him enough to tell him the secret of the thing."

Even without being able to read his mind, I could still tell that he was lying. Or at least not telling the full truth. The atmosphere turned awkward while we waited for Sylvie to return. I did not waste my time as I could finally see what the messages that I missed for the last few days were.

They were mainly messages that told me of my contamination of others, my losing of conscious due to the large health consumption, gaining a debuff that weakens me which reduces its effect over time, multiple skill level ups, two new skills and a message that made me extremely annoyed.

Due to your stupid usage of health for your skill until you lost your conscious, you have unlocked a new function to the skill [Information Processing]. You are now able to convert intelligence to strength at the same ratio as that for wisdom.

I was so annoyed at the message that it showed clearly on my face. Raoul even asked if anything was wrong. Ignoring the way I gained the new function, it meant more versatility to my stats.

"I could convert my brain to braw- Goddamn it! I am NOT stupid! You hear me!? You are the stupid one author!"

Raoul and even two of the three thugs stared at me. I had unintentionally spoken out loud my thoughts. I noticed the pitying within their eyes and I could only turned away from them, preventing them from seeing my face which had flushed red from embarrassment. Once again, I am NOT stupid.

Our wait had lasted quite a while and we wondered why Slyvie wasn't back yet.

"Hey Cliff, why is it that Slyvie isn't back yet? Could something have happened to her?"

"That seemed possible. Maybe they had more men lying in ambush and had gotten her hostage again. You could beat the answer out of them."

The thug leader's face paled as he struggled against his bonds. With cold sweat rapidly flowing down his face, he figured that he couldn't escape and literally screamed out his answer before Raoul could break more of his bones. PS. The torture was not shown on scene due to the nature of the violence inflected by the siscon. The thug was sure to be scarred for life due to that.

"No! Don't come nearer! There are no other people working with us! Please, don't hurt me anymore."

I could only feel pity for him this time and as a thought ran through my mind, my face changed from sympathy to seriousness.

"Wait Raoul. He is telling the truth. I believed I know the reason why she isn't back yet."

Noticing the change in my atmosphere, Raoul waited intently for my answer.

"She... couldn't speak..."

When my reasoning sinked into his head. We could only facepalm ourselves. After our palm stayed on our faces for a whole minute, we decided to dig a hole to hide ourselves into. We ARE stupid. At least it turned from I to we, so it wasn't all that bad. What saved us from burying our heads in shame was the fact that Slyvie came back with four constables before we could start our operation.

She somehow managed to get them over without their understanding of the situation. We found out from them that they knew something was wrong by Slyvie with frantic body language. They decided to follow her after she constantly tried to drag them along instead of getting the answer from her actions, which was impossible.

They were efficient as they got the whole story from the brother of the mute sister and dragged the men away within minutes. The siblings then asked me what I was going to do know that my memories were back. That was when I remembered about the two new skills that I had obtained. I had totally forgotten about them due to my annoyance of the previously mentioned message.

Spores Mind Reading[Toggle/Passive]

Enables the caster to receive what the target(s) is thinking of at the moment.

Spores Suggestion[Active]

Enables the caster to make voices appear within the head of the target(s). Depending on the target(s)’s willpower, they may believe that the voices are their own thoughts.

They were both obtained when I reached the same level and acted like a pair. Basically, they were thought manipulation with one acting as a signal sender and the other as a receiver instead.

I told the siblings that I had people waiting for me and were probably worried about me. They felt sad that I had to go but I told them that I would stay the night and return in the morning. That improved their mood by just a bit.

I walked back to the room that I could call my own even though it had only been five days. I used a combination of [Spores Suggestion] and [Spores Mind Reading] to hold a conversation with Chris.

"Hey, Cliff here. I'm fine and will be back tomorrow morning."

"Huh? Was that my imagination? It sounded like Cliff."

"No it wasn't. I'm conversing with you through your mind."

"I must have went mad from the stress. I could still hear him talking."

"Stop! I'm real and speaking with you through your mind! Go find Aston and I'll proof it to you. He is in his room now, sleeping."

"Eh? I guess no harm trying. The worst that could happen and would happen is interrupting his sleep."

I could see Chris walking over to Aston's room from his own and waking him up.

"Hey Aston, I just had the wildest thing to tell you. Wake up and be amazed!"

"Argh, what could it be? Something rare again?"

"Cliff told me that he is fine and will be back tomorrow morning."

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"He told me in my mind. I think that I might have went crazy but he told me I could proof it to the two of us at the same time. He want you to think of a sentence and say it out after I did. The hell?"

"The hell? How did you know that I was going to say that!?"

"He read your mind and told it to me."

It took a while to convince Aston, but they believed me with Chris’s help. I then decided to have a good rest on this bed which was way better than the one at the inn. I'm going to miss the bed.

When morning came, I was welcomed by the alluring smell of breakfast. Slyvie had made it personally for me as a sort of farewell gift. Raoul was in a dilemma of wanting to murder me for receiving this treatment from his sister and feeling sad for my departure. With my memories back, I was no longer afraid of Raoul, but I still act that I was scared for his sake. It was nice to have made friends with the siblings.

With the meal over, they prepared to send me off. I told them that I would visit them again and should they need help, I will appear for them. The farewell was a little dramatic with how they cried considering that we would still be in the same city. I did felt sad though.

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