Chapter 7 Flipping Identity Cards II.
I looked at him.
"However, I don't know where to start for a while." Marcellus smiled, "Let's talk slowly when we have a chance later." β
I thought about it, let go of the armrest of the chair, and said, "Okay." Since you know everything, I hope you will know everything by then. β
"Definitely."
Marcellus promised.
"Now, can you answer my previous question? Why drink first-person poison? β
"Obviously, I have this need." I sat back in my chair and leaned back, "Bolivia is in my head." β
"Bolivia? The twin sister who was born with you? β
ββ¦β¦ And so it was. I rubbed my fingers, "Last night, due to our mishandling, our consciousness was reversed, and we had to rely on first-person poison to get it back. When I got the sample, I learned that the drug had indefinite side effects, and that Bolivia insisted on drinking it, so now, she is asleep. I can't get in touch with her, is there anything you can do? β
"If you have a way, you don't have to. After all, the side effects of first-person poison vary from person to person, and it's hard for me to give you a definitive answer. Marcelles paused, "Well, we'll go to the infirmary tomorrow when we're free, and I'll see if there's anything going on." β
"Good. I'm sorry for you. I took a sip of the water I had poured earlier, "Actually, I have a question for you. β
"You say."
"You made the medicine." I looked at him, "So, what are you doing with first-person poison?" β
"Like you said, the answer is obvious." Marcellus smiled awkwardly, "The so-called Perspective Shift is actually just an abbreviation, and its full name is: Changing the Perspective of Another Personality. β
"Oh...... That is to say......"
"I suffer from schizophrenia. It's okay outside, with this one on the neck, and the other personality he basically won't run out. β
Marcellus untied the bandage around his neck, revealing a circle of black lettering. I walked in and looked, and it was the Roman numeral ten.
"I've seen this thing at Dorne and Milton. Dorne said there was something for everyone here. β
"Yes, it's forbidden for each of us."
"Forbidden? What is forbidden? β
"Do you remember Sandy's identity card in the Ten Saints Game?"
"Yes. She's a werewolf. β
"That's right, Sandy is a werewolf, and her ban is mainly to prevent her from wolfing and greatly weakening her wolfified abilities. The effect of other people's prohibitions is not much different, mainly to limit each person's own ability. β
"You actually want to use the development of this specifically to limit your abilities? How strong is each of you? β
"As far as Sandy is concerned, her wolf body is truly destructive, and she has the power to destroy a race," Marcellus pondered, "but not everyone is like this, like Dorne, who is an exception, and has no special abilities, but is also shackled like this...... It's ......."
"We'll talk about that later." I interrupted him, "Right now, what I want to know more is, according to what you meant before, here, that guy will run out without your control?" β
"It's still under my control. It's just that Albery is different from the outside, and this is a part of my spiritual body. So, it was much easier for him to break free than it was outside. At the moment I have an agreement with him, that I am in charge of the day, that he is in charge of the night, and that we will each have 12 hours of free roam. β
"So he's willing to do that? Doesn't the human body need at least 8 hours of sleep at night? Doesn't he only have 4 hours to be active? β
"The right to move here is not the same as the right to dominate the body, because of the peculiarity of AlbΓ©ry, even if my body is asleep, he can still walk freely as a spirit being, for example, in the dreams of all those who stay in AlbΓ©ry. During the day, he would only sleep in my brain and do nothing, and even if he woke up, he would be trapped in my mental space and could do nothing. β
"It sounds a little bit like me and Bolivia, she's in my head...... Well, in the mental space. β
"No, it's still different. Can you communicate? β
"Yes."
"You're reciprocal with each other's messages, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You don't have to force Bolivia to drink first-person poison, do you?"
"It doesn't have to be......"
"I can't do any of the above. I had no idea what he did every night! We made an agreement, but I was able to keep it, but he couldn't, and if it weren't for the poison of the first person, he would eat away at my personality day by day, gradually replacing it. This guy really is the meanest, most shameless, menacing and destructive guy I've ever seen! β
ββ¦β¦ Well, if that's the case, then why did the Lords choose Arberry as the place of pilgrimage? β
Hearing this, Marcellus let out a long sigh of helplessness: "They feel that as wise men, there is nothing in this world that he cannot solve." Otherwise, why are you so smart? β