Bosseto Ifel has an inexplicable hatred for Catherine. He felt that he had been fooled, that he had been fooled by a weak man, that he had been fooled by a senseless emotion. So he wants to take revenge, and he wants to inflict the greatest mental pain on the female mage.

What is the best revenge for a woman? Undoubtedly, it is to erase from her mind all memories of the person she loves and cares about the most.

The Demon King eliminated the Ace from the female mage's memory, making him a mutilated image, a person who existed but could never be remembered.

This is the triumph of Bosseto Ifer. He had already planned that after taking Catherine's Soul Castle, he would imprison the female mage's soul will, leaving her to wander in agony in the fear of amnesia. If the Hell King is in a good mood one day, he will consider making the female mage think of it a little. That's right, just a little bit, like spilling a handful of bread crumbs for a starving beggar to lick clean and then continue to wail at his feet.

But something is wrong now. The written script has not had time to be staged, but His Majesty the Demon King has fallen into a bad situation. A fly that could be swatted to death at any time suddenly turned into a fly swatter.

Bossey Toiffel was furious, and he didn't even have a chance to retreat for the time being. The damn female mage had even subdued the bull's-eyed demon's instincts. Look at the golden chain that runs through the Super Eyeball King, a figurative symbol of soul enslavement.

Thinking about it calmly, this great devil with expert vision in the soul realm suddenly found that the little human female mage in front of him seemed to enslave two instincts at the same time.

It's unimaginable!

Instinct, the source of the power of the soul. A creature can have no soul, but it must have instincts. Instinct is the basis for the formation of the soul, and it is also the most difficult part of the soul world to control and eliminate. When the soul will is asleep, instincts come out unbridled, driving the body to behave like the lowest creatures.

Strictly speaking, the contest between Bosetto Ifil and Catherine began as early as when His Majesty the Demon King incarnated as a roast rabbit. The two sides went back and forth, and the fight was very lively.

At first, after the Hell King showed the will of fire in his soul, he almost roasted the female mage to charcoal. But Catherine keenly captures the sounds of Bossetoiffel trying to break free from the shackles of his soul when he fights against the "Divine Prayer".

God knows how a stupid female mage could have such good luck. Not only did she find a way to resonate with the shackles of her soul, but she also conjured up her own instinctive form.

Since the vast majority of the Demon King's power was being used to contain the erosion of the Divine Prayer, the Hell King did not choose to fight the female mage head-on. He set a trap to lure Catherine into the depths of his soul and then calmly duel it.

In fact, this is quite a dangerous practice, eating an earthworm alive and eating a python alive in the stomach can lead to two completely different results. A small earthworm can't even stand the soaking of gastric juice, but the terrible python can easily break a person's belly. However, as a master of the soul realm, how could Bosetto Ifil be afraid of the weak earthworms that entered his own world?

Things went even more smoothly than the Demon King expected. In the mist formed by the soul shackles, the poor female mage tried to harness her instincts, but her soul will was lost in the power of the rage. She knocked herself to the ground with three punches and two kicks, so that Mr. Roast Bunny could easily walk into her soul without a single hand or a single effort.

But Bosseto Ifil must admit that he was too greedy. He shouldn't have had ambitions to occupy Catherine's Castle of Souls, but the temptation was too great. An unguarded castle of the soul is simply like a golden roasted tender suckling pig in front of you, exuding an attractive aroma that makes people's mouths water.

His Majesty the Demon King was unable to resist the temptation, and he didn't even think about the danger that might come from entering the other party's soul castle. In the eyes of this Supreme, what danger could there be in taking a bite of the cake, could the cake be able to knock him down with a whipped cream?

"The weak are defeated by their opponents, and the strong are defeated by themselves. "Selmer, the human hero who pierced his own heart with a sharp sword, famously said this when he was dying.

If she stays outside, Boserto Ifil can use a thousand safe methods to fix Catherine to the point where she can't turn over. But His Majesty the Demon King just entered the territory of the female mage, and the female mage, who should have lost consciousness, controlled her castle again, and the most terrible thing was that the cake really waved the cream, and the weak ant turned into a fierce lion.

"Female mage, in the world of souls, there is never a limit to strength, and the dragon is just a reptile. Everything changes, only in my heart. The black dragon suddenly retracted his wings and landed on the ground, his size quickly shrinking, turning back into the original roast rabbit, "How much do you know about the mysteries of the spirit world? ”

"Are you proving your strength, and why did I see that you wanted to run away just now?" said the lady on the throne in an orderly voice. She pulled the gold chain in her left hand, and the huge super eyeball king sank to the ground with a "boom", blocking the back road of the demon king.

"The mysteries of the spirit world, I've always wanted to know. My Majesty, I am ready at any time and look forward to you showing me the ultimate mystery of the soul. The lady pulled the gold chain in her right hand and commanded the giantess to take two steps back, as if to make room for the Demon King's casting.

Roast Rabbit stared at the lady tall in the sky with his dark eyes. He wasn't sure if the female mage was tempting or if he had made up his mind to fight with all his might.

No matter what kind of consideration it is, it does make His Majesty the Demon King a little embarrassed. But how could the wisdom of Bossertoiffel be underestimated? He shook his body, and immediately grew taller, and became an old man with a gray beard.

The old man wore an old white triangular nighthat, and he drooped as if he hadn't woken up. His gray hair slipped out of the brim of his hat and slumped around his head. A pair of simple footless glasses made up of two small lenses resting on the bridge of the nose. His eyes were swollen with swollen bags and bloodshot eyes, and he appeared to be severely sleep-deprived.

So the old man's face was not good, tiredness was almost his only expression, but his waist was straight. Older residents of the kingdom can see that most of them have spent a long time in the army on the front line in their early years.

The old man had a tall figure that did not match his emaciated cheeks, and his washed and unthreaded large flannel white pajamas were tightly propped up and crumbled on his body. His wrists and calves were exposed to the outside of his pajamas, making him look a little shabby.

The old man dragged a pair of sheepskin shoes that only the mages of the Royal Academy wore barefoot. The upper was full of wrinkles, the woolen side sewn on the inside was bald, and one toe was half a toe exposed. Probably because they had been worn for many years and were reluctant to throw it away, sheepskin shoes were used as slippers.

The old man held a stack of yellowed manuscripts in one hand, and an old bronze court candlestick in the other, and on the three pedestals, the candle in the middle had been extinguished, and there were two candle heads left that were almost burned out, emitting a dim candle light. He read the manuscript carefully, the words in his mouth, and unconsciously walked in circles under his feet. However, the old sheepskin slippers didn't fit, so when I walked around, there was a non-stop "popping" sound.

The old gentleman looked at the manuscript for a long time, and suddenly raised his head in surprise. With tired eyes, he looked at the lady sitting on the back of the giantess.

"Ah, Catherine, my dear female disciple, when did you come? You see, this is my newly received annotated copy of The Legend of the Elf King. It is said that Drach made research notes in private when he was studying the history of elves in his early years. I've been reading it for a night, and a lot of the readings are completely different from mine. I thought that Drach was good at dragon history, and his level of elven history was very limited. The old man still spoke with a sonorous and energetic voice, "but Drach's mentor, the Old Elven linguist Master, was the first to study the Old Elf language in the last two hundred years. So I can't rule out that there are also Master's points in this, and I need to think about it again. But there's no hurry, tomorrow you can go to the library for me and borrow all the historical studies from Master. When I learned the ancient elven language, his "Ancient Elf Language Encyclopedia" was memorized. However, Mast's historical research is not well-known, and I really haven't read his two early historical studies well. ”

"Do you wonder why Mast is an authority on the ancient elven language, why his student Drach would do the dragon history research? I really know something about this. The vice-president of the Academy of the Union of North Seca, old Nordmars, told me a secret that was not a secret. Many scholars of the Northern School are from the aristocratic class of the Northern Kingdom, and they have a feud with the elves. Drach's abandonment of elven history and his switch to dragon history studies actually has something to do with his origins. ”

The old man laughed when he said this, "It is better not to bring too many personal feelings into historical research, which will affect the researcher's impartial examination of history." When I saw Drach taking this note, he probably brought his own family hatred into it. It is no wonder that those commentaries show signs of over-extension and misinterpretation. Look at these two verses, 'The north wind blows the earth, and the snow covers the fields.'" The king broke the arrow, and the sky burned out with blood. Drach's commentary suggests that this is direct evidence that the Elven King led his men to slaughter the Furs. The royal family of the northern kingdom worshipped the fur people as their ancestors. The reason for the demise of the Hide-Man tribe is still a historical mystery to this day. Although these two sentences can be interpreted in war, the literal meaning is still too vague. Using this as direct evidence is obviously too arbitrary. Dragher didn't even have the most basic circumstantial evidence, which was really irresponsible. ”

Of course, this is Drach's own research notes, which were not published at the time, and would not have had any negative impact on later historical research. However, this master of the Dragon Examination School probably didn't expect that the Northern Alliance Academy directly opened the Drach Archives in their library, and all the notes and papers that were made public during his lifetime, including the words about him recorded by his students, were all included in it. This archive is now considered a treasure trove of historical research, known as the 'Truth of Time'. All scholarly citations, if they are from the Dragher archives, are generally considered to be authentic. ”

The old man had a headache and stomped on the ground twice with his foot, "Isn't this nonsense? Fortunately, this note has not been put into the accessible materials." But it will definitely be officially made public in the future, and there will definitely be some academic scammers who can use it to bluff people. Alas, is that still worth it? The Northland has been attacking Daxter and sheltering the elven tribes in the Southern Radiant Forest. If one day it is implemented, their ancestor Hides will be slaughtered by the Elven King, then it is unknown whether they will be required to enter the kingdom and send troops to attack the Radiant Forest. Those madmen, who had been at peace for more than ten years, had recently started to think of annexing North Seca, and I think they couldn't find a good excuse to do it. ”

"Ah, no wonder old Nordmars suddenly became generous and willing to show me this precious material. The old man was worried, and he took his right hand holding the manuscript and paced back and forth two steps.

"No, I will go to see Your Majesty immediately. I must tell Your Majesty about this myself. I will also organize the scholars of the Royal Academy to publish in advance the historical truth investigation of the cause of the demise of the Beastskin People. At the very least, let the elves of the Radiant Forest draw a line with those of the Northland. They must not let the northern kingdom take advantage of the topic, if they want to avenge their ancestors, they will go to those snow-capped mountain elves. The old man seemed to have made up his mind, and just turned to go, but shook his head and turned back.

He said without self-deprecation: "Your Majesty issued a ban on me just the day before yesterday, and there is no announcement. I can't enter the palace at all now, so what do you have to worry about. Well, why are you still here, Catherine, is there anything to do with me?"

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