I really can't control myself

"Are you...seriously?" Looking at Linton's smiling face, Garsain always had a bad feeling, and he didn't know why. Of course it's a good thing to become stronger, but something still feels wrong. I feel like I believe this strange premonition that I will regret it for the rest of my life.

"What do you mean, uncle, how could I trick you? You are my nephew." Linton said with a smile.

"No, you said it as if you didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Linton interrupted Garserne: "That's all a misunderstanding. In such a big matter, uncle, I am very reliable, don't you think so?"

"..." Garsain really hesitated. After all, Linton did save him, but why did he always feel like he had the word "danger" on his head this time?

"Is there really this kind of magic? Is it similar to the kind that stimulates the human body's potential?" Klose next to him was even more curious about the principles of this magic.

"It's true." Linton said, "Anyway, you are going to the battlefield. Uncle, I don't want you to be more capable of protecting yourself."

"Okay, okay, how to do it specifically?" Garsain thought for a while and nodded.

"So, first of all, I need a quiet place, a very quiet place." Linton said, "Similar to a small house. Old man, do you have such a place at home?"

"A quiet little house?" Klose said, "There should be a workers' house in the backyard, but no one seems to be using it now..."

"Okay, right there." Linton said, "By the way, the environment required for this magic is very harsh. If I want to use it, I can't have any distractions, so you can't be around either."

"Huh? If I don't speak, can't I just watch?" Of course Klose wanted to see what kind of magic it was.

"No, I said, not even a little distraction is okay. As long as you stand there and distract me, something big might happen to my nephew, so there can't be any accidents. In short, no one else can be present." Linton was serious. said.

Klose didn't know if Linton was serious or if he didn't want others to see his "secret technique", but he didn't mean to press him. After all, if it was really a secret that was not passed down by his master, he couldn't Just look at it. Klose still has some basic morals. Although he is curious, there is nothing he can do if they don't show him.

"Okay, what else do you need?" Klose said.

"Anyway, let's clear out the people in the area first, and we still need a few things, but... we'll talk about it later," Linton said.

In short, Klose quickly issued an order to keep no one close to the backyard, and then accompanied Linton and the others to the hut in the backyard. This was really a very small hut, and it might have been just a tool shed before. It's a little messy inside, probably no one has been here for a long time.

Linton asked Klose to wait outside for a moment, and then led Garsain into the house. After clearing the table inside a little, Linton turned his head and said seriously to Garsain: "Nephew, the magic I told you is true. It can really improve your strength immediately, but anything You have to pay a price. In order to obtain this ability, the process is very painful, and even every time you think about it in the future, you will find it unacceptable. Do you have such determination?"

Now that we are here, Gasein has made up his mind. After all, he also knew that his abilities were insufficient. Indeed, he became a general this time because of Linton's halo. Of course, he also wanted to rely on his own abilities to gain the emperor's appreciation. Hearing what Linton said, he felt that what Linton said was true. After all, gaining ability without any price sounds like a lie, right?

"I have made up my mind." Garsain took a breath and said.

"Okay, in order to avoid too much torture for you, I'd better knock you out first." Linton said.

"Is it so painful?" Garsain took a breath, "Okay, come on."

Linton nodded, then put his hands together and made a seal: "Illusion. The art of Nirvana Abode."

Garsain saw a large number of feathers suddenly falling, and without any preparation, he suddenly passed out. Linton also quickly caught him and put him on the table next to him for later use.

After dealing with Garsain, Linton quickly walked to the door and said to Klose: "Well, there is still something missing. I need your help, old man, to prepare it."

"Tell me," Klose said, "What material?"

"Prepare a bucket of shit for me," Linton said.

"What?" Klose was stunned.

"Help me prepare..."

"I heard it, I mean to use that thing?" Klose said.

"Do you know magic? Are you a magician?" Linton said.

"So I've said it all, I am, I understand."

"Do you understand the magic I use?" Linton said.

"Okay, I don't understand. Can I prepare it for you?" Klose really had nothing to say. He was said to not understand magic, and no one else except Linton.

He had no idea why Linton wanted this thing, but Klose prepared it anyway, sent someone to find a large bucket, and delivered it to the hut. Then Linton said that there was nothing else needed, and asked Klose to leave with the people. Klose was also very trustworthy. He didn't look at it if he said he didn't want to, and returned directly to the main room.

Linton looked and saw that no one was there, so he returned to the hut. First, Linton dug a hole with Earth Release, then held his nose and poured half a bucket of shit into the hole. Then he put his hands together, and the hole quickly filled up and sank into the ground.

After dealing with this, Linton quickly went to take a breath of fresh air, thinking that he had sacrificed enough to deceive his nephew. After calming down, Linton returned to the hut again, and then took out the magnetism he had just obtained. The fruit looked at Garsain lying on the bed, and then began to stuff it into his mouth.

After a period of frantic efforts, Linton crushed the fruit directly and stuffed it into Garsain's mouth. Garsain, who was in a coma, showed a very painful expression, but due to the illusion, he still did not wake up.

After waiting for a while, it seemed that the fruit should have gone in. Linton came to Gasein's side and formed a seal with his hands: "Uncle."

The illusion was released, and the next second, Garsain slowly woke up. Before he could speak, Garsain suddenly felt an evil smell in his mouth. He couldn't hold it back, so he rolled off the table and lay on the ground. He vomited wildly.

"Ugh... vomit..." After vomiting out a big puddle, Garsain recovered, wiping his mouth and yelled: "What? Ugh... what did you eat for me... ugh... "

As he spoke, Garsain began to vomit again. The smell was so disgusting that he couldn't bear it.

"Uh... you really want to know?" Linton said while "accidentally" glancing at the vat next to him. Seeing Linton's expression, Garsain stood up and looked at the bucket next to him. The next second, his face turned green, and then he lay down next to him and vomited wildly.

"I...I drafted uncle...vomit..." Garsain said while vomiting.

"Oh, you said that. Uncle, I did this to help you become stronger." Linton spread his hands and said, "Do you know how much risk I took, uncle?"

"What did I do to offend you? Did you make up such a long paragraph just to feed me this?" Garsain shouted.

"Oh, I'm not happy when you say that. I've already said it, uncle, I won't cheat you. If I say I'm going to help you become stronger, I'll help you become stronger. I also warned you. The process is very painful. This I also know that you can't accept it, so that's why I didn't tell you in advance." Linton said.

"No matter how you make it up, you can't become stronger by eating shit," Garsain shouted.

"This...really works." Linton said, "Do you know magic? Are you a magician? You don't understand why you are so sure?"

"I..." Garsain said and stood up, "Why don't I feel that I have become stronger in any way?"

"If you think about it again, it should have implanted all this in your mind." Linton pointed to his head and said.

"Who are you talking about?" Gasein was really confused, but the next second, he suddenly froze, because he seemed to really have a feeling, as if he understood something strange, something strange. Unexplainable things.

After thinking about it, Garsain suddenly raised his hand slightly towards a hammer placed on the table next to him. He didn't know why he did this, but he always felt as if he could make the hammer move. However, something magical happened. The hammer on the table miraculously actually trembled a few times with his fingers.

Garsain was shocked. The next second, he suddenly raised his hand, and the hammer on the table flew up, and then flew directly into his hand. Holding the hammer, Garsain looked confused. What's going on? Can you do magic? Or is it such a strange magic? What's the matter?

"What...what's going on?" Garsain said in surprise.

"Look, isn't this coming out?" Linton spread his hands and said, "Now you should know that what I said is right, you do have some special abilities, right?"

"This...but...how is this possible?" It completely subverted common sense. Garsain couldn't understand it at all. You said it's okay that you have become stronger physically. He can still understand what you said about stimulating potential, but What is this special power? How could he understand it? There is also the way to obtain this ability. Can eating shit... really obtain magical abilities? This is too ridiculous.

"Look, now you understand who was at fault." Linton said, "Should I apologize, nephew?"

I really want you to apologize for feeding me shit. Gasan said that he feels so complicated that he doesn’t know what to do.