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Chapter 865 Intentions Shape The Morality Of Skills

And so, several people sat in Magus' studio, their eyes fixated without blinking.

They appeared surprised and intrigued, their expressions filled with ty.

However, as time passed by, second after second, they found themselves growing bored to the extreme and began

yawning.

Denise, in particular, found a spot to sit and started daydreaming, gradually dozing off until he eventually slumped

onto the table, fast asleep.

No one knew how much time had passed when got up to fetch something. As he raised his gaze, he noticed that his

studio's corner was now filled with people, scattered here and there, and sleeping in all sorts of strange and

peculiar positions. Only Anthony stood in front of his desk, attentively observing.

With a small palm-sized face and a pair of dark eyes, he stared motionlessly at Magus' workbench.

This was, in fact, a rather tedious and boring task. In the past, Magus himself had stood in front of the workbench,

just like Anthony, observing for an entire night before gaining recognition and acquiring this skill.

Surprised, Magus swept his bewildered gaze across Anthony, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, “Do you like

this?”

Anthony replied, “Not exactly, I'm just curious, that's all!”

“Do you want to learn?” Magus asked.

Anthony lifted his gaze and looked at him. “Are you willing to teach me?”

“I can offer it as a reward for saving Lina,” Magus replied.

Anthony smiled faintly, showing no signs of urgency or eagerness. He simply glanced at him and said, “Are these

the skills you use to make a living? You teach it to others so easily?”

Magus stood up, grabbed a tool, and then sat back down. He continued carving on a hyper-realistic mask. After a

while, he spoke softly, “It's not easy. You are indeed quite different from the others who have come here seeking

my services!”

It could be heard that he was praising him.

Anthony looked at him and asked, “Oh, really? How am I different?”

“When each of them comes to me, they bring money or contracts and promise to pay a certain amount. And when

they fail to achieve their desired results, they start warning and threatening me...” Magus looked at the person in

front of him and whispered, “But you didn't!”

Anthony chuckled lightly. “If I remember correctly, the first time I saw you, I also told you to name your price.”

Magus was briefly taken aback and then said, “In any case, you're different!”

“Is it really different? Or is it because of our interaction over these past few days that you know deep down I'm not

a bad person?” Anthony looked at him and asked.

Magus was momentarily stunned.

Magus was momentarily stunned.

I didn't expect Anthony to be so straightforward.

He raised his gaze, glanced at Anthony, and then shifted his attention back to his work, engrossed in what he was

doing.

Seeing his silence, Anthony didn't continue probing.

To be honest, Anthony was already content with being able to get along with someone who was highly resistant to

socializing.

Anthony simply stood by and watched. He wasn't trying to learn anything specific. He just wanted to know how

different this person was from Magus when it came to finding the next target.

“What do you do for a living?” Magus suddenly asked, as if it were just casual conversation.

Anthony looked at him and responded effortlessly, “I work with computers!”

“Computers?”

“Well, it's more like some online tracking stuff!” Anthony simplified his response, not portraying his industry as

something high-end or complex.

It was just casual conversation.

He had always believed in being straightforward and not pretending in front of honest people.

Magus pondered for a moment and looked at him. “I suppose it's not exactly a legitimate profession either, right?”

“Um...” Anthony didn't know how to respond.

“Just like me!” Magus said.

“How are they the same?” Anthony asked.

“Nowadays, in everyone's perception, 'disguise' is considered a skill used solely for nefarious purposes. So out of

the ten people who come to me, all ten of them want to use it for malicious activities!” Magus spoke with a hint of

helplessness at the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Anthony asked, “Did you join Lindon because of this?”

Magus' hands paused for a moment, a brief pause of just a few seconds, and Anthony could even sense the anger

emanating from him.

However, after a moment, he composed himself and resumed his actions, responding in a subdued tone, “Hmm.”

Magus was a person of great self-control. He could be provoked into anger, but he could also quickly digest his

emotions.

With that in mind, Anthony spoke up, “I believe that skill itself is neither good nor bad. It depends on the intentions

of the person using it. If it is used for legitimate purposes, then it is good. If not, then it is bad. So, the only ones

who can be truly bad are people themselves. It has nothing to do with the skill or anything else!” Anthony

emphasized each word deliberately.

Magus was momentarily stunned.

He lifted his gaze and looked at Anthony, his eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions.

He had only heard such words when he first learned about 'disguise' all those years ago. Over the years, so many

people had a biased view of this industry. He couldn't even find a decent job afterward, and others doubted his

intentions whenever he sought employment, suspecting him of wanting to engage in theft or other illicit activities. It

wasn't that he didn't want a legitimate job, but rather that no one was willing to hire him...

Meeting Lindon was a result of his desperate circumstances, marking the beginning of his messed-up life.

Anthony looked at him and asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

Magus lowered his gaze and remained silent.

Since when did he forget that principle?

He had always known it, yet he had been passively choosing his way of life all along.

“Magus!” At that moment, Anthony suddenly looked at him and spoke.

“What's wrong?” Magus asked.

“When we invited you to join us before, it wasn't to do bad things!” Anthony said.

Magus listened intently, without saying a word.

At that moment, Anthony pondered for a moment and slowly spoke, “I'm here to save people!”

“To save people?” Magus questioned.

“Yes!” Anthony nodded. “I want to form a powerful team of my own, with all kinds of people. I want to protect the

ones I want to protect, and when I decide to take action, I won't be hindered by other factors...” Anthony

murmured.

“Your girlfriend?” Magus asked.

Anthony replied, “...No!” After thinking for a moment, he whispered, “It's my mom!”

“Your mom?” Magus asked.

Anthony nodded, then glanced behind him, looking at Benjamin and Denise, who were sleeping deeply. Then he

redirected his gaze at Magus and said, “She was poisoned by someone from a base. But due to various reasons like

my age, abilities, and other factors, I could only watch her suffer in pain. That's why the initial intention of forming

this team was to protect her... That's all!”

Magus looked at him, a hint of complexity flashed in his deep eyes.

“I don't know if she can wait until the day I form the team. Perhaps she might recover before that, or maybe...”

Anthony paused, a touch of compassion flickering in his eyes. He continued, “I am well aware that in this survival of

the fittest world, only by becoming strong enough can one have the means to protect those they wish to protect.

It's the same for everyone.” As he spoke, he looked up at Magus, expressing the truth he had always adhered to.

Meanwhile, Magus gazed at him, his eyes filled with darkness and complexity.