Chapter 55: You Are The First One Who Could Understand

Chapter 55: You Are The First One Who Could Understand

“Alright Harold, I will tell Stuart, so it won’t bother you in dreams anymore.” Louis withdrew his gaze and looked at Harold.

“Thank you for forgiving my past offenses, and for holding back. I know I have killed many people, but those people all deserved it…” A flicker of pain and anger showed in Harold’s eyes.

On his way over, Louis had glimpsed some of Harold’s dreams. Regarding what Harold was saying now, he didn’t wish to make too many judgments.

Harold looked at Louis with a complicated expression. “Sir, Stuart told me that… you are Polst. But I don’t believe it…”

Louis said nothing more. After viewing these dreams, he no longer intended to alter Harold’s subconscious—it was too low-level anyway.

Letting the Agents maintain the impression that the Faceless One was Polst was sufficient.

“Harold, you are a smart man. There’s no need to say more about some things.” Harold suddenly laughed. He gave a slight bow. “Sir. In this world, I’m afraid only the ‘Thousand-Faced Lantern Reaper’ is worthy of being your shadow.” Louis nodded, remembering the scripts Stuart had mentioned. Polst had used the alias ‘Pol’ in the Muggle World. Pol, this legendary great writer, was viewed by people in this world almost like Shakespeare. Not just others; even Ocris owned several sets of books written by Pol. And the scriptwriting enthusiast in the office practically revered Pol’s masterpieces.

Moreover, it was clear that Polst was a person with far richer imagination and creativity than Harold.

“He truly has immense talent.” Louis couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Harold’s eyes suddenly lit up. Even the Faceless One affirmed Polst so strongly. It seemed Polst truly hadn’t lied to him—he had deliberately let him off the hook.

This time in the Hexagon Magic Prison, he would definitely find him and have some real fun! “Alright, Harold. You mentioned earlier you had something interesting to tell me. Go on.” Louis pulled his gaze back from the sky and looked at Harold. “I just saw some of your conceptualizations in your dreams, but… there seem to be quite a few mistakes.”

Harold’s jaw dropped a little. A look of fanaticism and excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes. He desperately wanted to share these thoughts with someone. Very few people had ever understood these things; perhaps he could actually hold a conversation with the Faceless One about them.

Initially, due to his fear of the Faceless One, the fat man was a little cautious while explaining. But soon, he became more and more animated, even starting to gesture wildly and talk with abandon, completely lost in his subject.

Louis occasionally nodded, offering some praise for Harold—creativity was, in a way, built upon experience and knowledge. In this era, being able to imagine so much was already commendable.

Many of the fat man’s ideas about Magic struck Louis as ahead of their time, even downright insane. Some concepts were so wildly imaginative they were almost comical.

But Louis didn’t mock or resist them. Instead, he sincerely tried to see things from Harold’s perspective and contemplate them.

Occasionally, he would correct quite a few of Harold’s ‘common sense’ misconceptions. When Harold voiced doubts, Louis didn’t frown. He would explain things using complete logic.

Harold listened, his jaw dropping. Many things the Faceless One said sounded clearly ‘wrong’, even incredibly ‘bizarre’. Yet, Harold felt himself believing the Faceless One was right, and he was wrong.

And when Harold thought about it further, he realized that although the things the Faceless One mentioned were extremely counterintuitive to common sense, and made one feel deeply uncomfortable—because they weren’t perfect—they were actually logically consistent? They could genuinely explain patterns and Magic knowledge in the world that were otherwise inexplicable!

This overturned Harold’s entire view of Magic! Up until now, he had thought all Magic theories he’d encountered were perfect pieces of knowledge!

But were they really perfect?

The theories of the Wild Wizards also claimed to be perfect…

It seemed that in the eyes of the Faceless One, there were no perfect theories. And there wasn’t much difference to him between a Wizard and a Wild Wizard.

Or rather, in the eyes of the Faceless One, there was no difference between a Wizard and a Muggle?

After talking for a while, Harold grew increasingly astonished. Eventually, beads of cold sweat began to trickle down his face.

Because he realized the Faceless One seemed to be right about everything.

Perhaps Louis had spoken a bit too much. He noticed Harold was simply gaping silently.

Louis couldn’t help but shake his head inwardly and sigh.

Clearly, Louis had understood all the weird, apparently incomprehensible, and ‘hard to explain to others’ things Harold had shared. But the ‘simple’ concepts in Louis’s eyes sounded like absolute gibberish to Harold.

Louis regressed to the level of a basic apprentice initiation course (entry-level knowledge of the God of Magic).

It took Harold an arduous amount of straining thought over a long time to digest… just a tiny fraction of it.

Afterwards, Harold began to tremble all over? He could be certain that these so-called ‘foundational studies’ spoken of by the Faceless One belonged to the domain of the gods! They were secrets about the fundamental nature of the world accessible only to a god!

“It’s hard to believe… You would be willing to share such ‘secrets’… with me…” Harold was overwhelmed with excitement. He nervously twisted the hat in his arms, unsure of what to say.

He began to suspect that this Faceless One before him… might actually be the God of Magic? His knowledge about Magic surpassed the furthest limits of Harold’s own imagination.

In the eyes of the Faceless One, who would be qualified to become an apprentice (Quasi-Demi-god)?

Clearly, he himself fell far short…

“Mister Harold, there is no need to be so reserved. Speaking with you has been a very enjoyable experience.”

After saying this, Louis took a deep sigh. “You are the first one who could understand the Forbidden Studies.”