Chapter 162 The Anointed
On Friday night, Filch was patrolling the castle corridors as usual.
A pleasant young voice called out to him.
"Argus."
"Oh, Mr. Prewett, what's up?" Filch raised the oil lamp and looked at the visitor's face clearly.
"Remember what I promised you before?" Aiden's figure seemed a little illusory and his voice was erratic.
"Yes, I remember, of course, no sir," Filch began to speak incoherently.
"Come with me, Argus," Aiden ordered.
He led Filch down the corridor to the eighth floor.
Entering the Room of Requests, there is an alchemical matrix with multiple layers superimposed on each other, emitting a faint glow.
This is the alchemical matrix that Aiden stole from the Department of Mysteries... no, borrowed from it.
In the previous battle against the King of the Deep, the weapon of the Big Brain, the Alchemical Mystery - the Mind Corridor, had demonstrated unparalleled connectivity.
At one point, a huge amount of material was even transported into Avalon, laying the foundation for victory in the crusade.
The entire alchemical matrix has three superimposed layers, and the center is a huge crystal ball that is used to absorb and release energy.
The four directions were fixed with runes by Aiden as nodes, namely the inner Perthro (?), the new Berkano (?), the breakthrough of Dagaz (?), and the continuation of Othala (?).
The second layer depicts the sun, moon, wind and earth, with sulfur, mercury and salt placed around them to represent the transformation of matter and spirit.
The topmost layer was connected by Aiden using the silk threads cut from the King of the Deep.
Looking at the squirming threads on the top layer, Filch swallowed.
"Mr. Prewett, can you tell me the truth, will I die here?"
"Of course not, what are you thinking, Argus? This technology is already very mature."
Aiden looked calm, and the serial killers who were recruited by the Razor Gang in London also sent positive comments.
"Come on, Argus, don't be afraid, think about your long-cherished wish."
The devil's voice brushed Filch's cheek gently, stirring up the greatest desire in his life.
"Come on." Filch prepared to take off his clothes and enter the Matrix.
Aiden: “….”
"Stop, stop, stop, Argus, no need to take off your clothes." Aiden hurriedly stopped him, and was very worried about whether this chapter would be reviewed.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Prewett, I was too impatient." Filch calmed down and walked in again.
Stepping into the alchemical matrix, Filch felt like he was entering a swamp. There was nothing in the air, but every step forward was extremely difficult.
Finally, after some effort, Filch arrived at the center of the matrix.
"Are you ready, Argus?" Aiden shouted.
"Okay, sir."
As soon as Filch finished speaking, he felt as if his head was hit by a sledgehammer and flew away.
Filch's mind was pulled directly out of his body and floated in the air.
"Me, dead?" murmured Filch.
"Not yet." Aiden went up and grabbed Filch, turned into a dream elf, and came to Avalon through the connection of the wreckage.
In Avalon, the Mind Cloud Server has been debugged for a long time, just waiting to welcome its first user.
There was a flash of white light, the server started running, and soon a 'fiber optic cable' was connected to Filch's mind body.
"Below is as above, and above is as below; in order, the miracle of Taiyi is accomplished."
As he watched the scene unfold before him, Aiden quietly recited verses from the Emerald Record.
"You know what kind of power God uses to bestow the ointment on the world." The system suddenly said something without a beginning or an end.
"System, are you trying to imply that the miracles I bestow upon the world are the work of God?" Aiden teased.
"Ding, no."
"Hey, why are you biting me again? No, you almost changed the subject. Are you being too proud?" Aiden teased.
"..."
Soon, the connection was completed and Filch woke up from his confusion.
"Mr. Prewett, have I succeeded?" Filch asked anxiously.
"Let's go out and try it," Aiden suggested.
He picked up Filch and brought him back to reality.
"Try it." Aiden handed him a homemade wand.
Filch raised his right hand and took the wand. His trembling hands showed his uneasy heart.
"Fluorescence."
Filch waved his wand and chanted the spell, a simple action that he had repeated countless times in his past life.
Filch, who received the blessing of the server, finally took priority over his soul in terms of mind, and magic worked according to Filch's ideas under the control of his mind.
Finally, the miracle responded to him, and the tip of the wand lit up slightly.
"Oh, by Merlin, did you see that, woooo."
Filch first whimpered, then fell to his knees and sobbed.
And the moment Filch successfully cast the spell, Aiden also felt the improvement in the progress of the potion role-playing.
'Sure enough, the progress of Sequence Five to Sequence Four is essentially a process of development from the individual to the collective.
Although I was able to enter the collective subconscious ocean in advance, I clearly did not work towards influencing the group.
No wonder the progress of the role-playing was so slow before.' Aiden thought to himself.
Filch, who was standing by, had vented enough. He stood up and walked to Aiden.
"Sir, I am willing to give my life to you." Filch bowed his head to Aiden.
Aiden also came back to his senses and said,
"That's not necessary, Argus. Do you want to join my organization?" Aiden asked.
"I'd give anything for you." Filch bowed his head.
"Come, Argus, repeat after me. I am an outsider who does not belong to this world, the great master of the sea of consciousness, the gray dragon that controls the mind. I voluntarily join the Twilight Hermits, abide by the truth, and work tirelessly for the coexistence of wizards and ordinary people." * 2
Filch followed Aiden in reciting the prayer and was also marked by a huge force.
"Okay, Argus, I have a task for you." Aiden took out a magic book and a wooden ring and handed them to him.
"Of course, please." Filch bent down.
"You can learn the magic in the book when you have time. Your task is to contact as many other Squibs as possible and get them to join this experiment." Aiden ordered.
"Well, are you going to tell this secret?" Filch asked.
"Well, this is a problem. So, you go and screen the Dummies who agree with our organization's ideals, and then guide them to join. The ability to cast spells will be the gift for them to join the organization." Aiden made the decision.
"Your will." Filch bowed again, then left the Room of Requirement.
"Are you sure you want to convert wizards on a large scale?" the system asked.
"It doesn't matter. They are bound by the oath, so it shouldn't be a big problem." Aiden thought for a while and replied.
"But the fragments of the Lord of the Deep you have are not enough." The system pointed out the blind spot of the plan.
"Hehe, have you forgotten where the core of stupidity is?" Aiden smiled smugly.
"Department of Mysteries, I see. Are you going to cooperate with them?"
"How else can I bear this huge blame alone? The director and I are good friends. I share the good times and he bears the bad times."
Aiden's pride turned into evil, and black gas rose behind him.
“........” The system was silenced.
