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Sephie observed Anon's actions with curiosity as her master mentioned mind control. "What exactly is he trying to do?" she wondered to herself.
"Let's take a look at what your brain is made of." Anon said he focused his skills, attempting to use hypnosis to gain control of the ogre's mind.
Anon's eyes turned a bright shade of purple, but unfortunately, the ogre was not affected by the hypnosis. Anon sighed, "Hypnosis failed," he announced.
Sephie continued to watch the scene intently, aware of her master's abilities but unsure of his current objective.
"Bring me an empty syringe with a mithril needle, Sephie," Anon commanded.
Sephie quickly fetched the requested item from the table and handed them over to her master.
Anon picked up a dagger from the table and cut his wrist, allowing his blood to drip into the syringe. After only three seconds, the wound on his wrist healed itself with lightning speed, thanks to the troll necklace he wore.