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Roleplaying had to be convincing.
The saying to deceive others, first deceive yourself was absolutely true.
Since Morin wanted the system to count this income as professional compensation from his Templar job-and convert it into experience points-he first had to convince himself.
So he did.
At this moment, Morin had fully entered the role of a Templar.
Naturally, he believed this compensation should count toward his experience.
The result later proved that this method worked.
Eric was very cooperative.
He directly transferred one million dollars into Morin's account.
This payment was considered an advance.
Even though their agreement wasn't fully completed yet, it still qualified for calculation.
[Templar · Beginner (90/100)]
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1. [Beginner Templar Bloodline]
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3. [Beginner Stealth Skills]
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5. [Beginner Backstab Skills]
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Morin: "!!!"
"So this profession really doesn't give any bonuses to [Physique] or [Intelligence]," Morin thought.
He had noticed this the moment he first obtained the Templar profession.
Now, even after leveling up, there were still no bonuses to the three main stats.
That confirmed it completely.
His previous professions-whether [Auto Mechanic] or [IRS Agent]-had each given a flat ten-point bonus to [Physique] and [Intelligence] from the start.
But [Templar] gave nothing.
Still, Morin wasn't worried.
The system wouldn't design a profession that got weaker the further you went.
So if there were no bonuses to [Physique], [Intelligence], or [Magic], then the other benefits of this profession had to be extremely powerful.
"'Techniques' turned into 'skills,'" Morin thought.
"One word difference. That definitely means a huge change."
"Sir?" Eric couldn't see any of this, of course. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"
"Of course," Morin said calmly. Multitasking was effortless for him now.
"First, I can't watch over you all the time, so I need to modify your security measures."
"Second, even though you've already held a board meeting, it will still take time."
"Time for the FDA to approve your application. For drug prices to be lowered. For contracts to be revised."
"For those pharmaceutical companies to be squeezed out, come negotiate with you, and then find a new way to hire an assassin."
"You're right," Eric said repeatedly, nodding. He fully understood.
"So before that happens, I'll handle your security upgrades," Morin continued.
"When I say 'security,' I'm not talking about guards."
"Trust me. Sometimes machines are more reliable than people."
With Eric's wealth, buying equipment-especially equipment meant to keep him alive-was trivial.
As Morin had already analyzed, Eric wasn't in immediate danger.
He wasn't on the Continental Hotel's list yet.
The only possible threat was an assassin from the Fraternity of Assassins.
But Sloan was already struggling.
He didn't have the resources to spare.
So a facial-recognition access system, combined with thick bulletproof glass, would be more than enough for now.
...
After explaining the security plan, Morin said goodbye.
He declined Eric's offer to have someone escort him out.
He also specifically instructed Eric not to tell any staff about his presence.
Morin wanted to test the effect of his newly acquired [Beginner Stealth Skills].
And then-
A security guard walked straight past him.
Without even noticing him.
Morin stared silently.
He was very satisfied.
At this moment, he had become a vague, shadow-like presence.
As long as he stood somewhere dim, the effect was almost indistinguishable from invisibility.
Combined with his speed-
If he moved at full pace without making noise, detection would be nearly impossible.
This wasn't just stealth.
This was a real stealth skill.
Or more accurately-
A spell.
After activating [Beginner Stealth Skills], Morin felt a type of energy flowing inside his body.
An energy he had never used.
Never even noticed.
It moved, transformed, followed a specific pattern-
Then wrapped around him.
Only then did Morin realize what had changed.
That energy was something entirely new to him.
Magic.
Spells.
The [Magic] stat he had ignored for so long was finally being used.
"So I basically know two spells now," Morin muttered.
"Seems normal."
"As a Templar, what's wrong with knowing two assassin spells?"
"As for them being [Stealth] and [Backstab]..."
"Know your enemy to win a hundred battles."
"If I want to deal with assassins, I should understand assassins first."
Muttering to himself, Morin moved.
Stealth Technique.
Stealth Skill.
Plus his own speed.
He left the Eric Group building even faster than when he arrived.
"In stealth mode, my speed increases somewhat," Morin evaluated calmly.
"My body feels lighter. I can almost land without making any sound."
"That energy... is this my mana?"
He focused inward.
Mana flowed steadily, transforming into the shadowy layer around his body.
It was being consumed at a constant rate.
Morin took out a phone from his storage space.
The phone was instantly wrapped in the same energy, turning shadow-like as well.
At the same time, he felt the mana drain increase slightly.
"Changing appearance only," Morin analyzed.
"Like an invisibility cloak."
"The larger the surface area being wrapped, the faster the mana consumption."
He slipped into a secluded alley and deactivated the skill.
"I've used about half my mana."
"It's slowly absorbing energy from the surroundings to recover."
"The recovery rate is a bit slow..."
"Is that due to environmental energy density?"
"Or my absorption efficiency?"
"I can't test it now. I'll need multiple experiments later."
While thinking, Morin looked at a trash can in the alley.
Then he activated his other skill.
[Beginner Backstab Skills]!