In fact, the bureau of these three people was set up at the beginning, and their open-mouthed presence in front of the giant egg was already part of the plan at the earliest.

The three of them had been communicating with each other, because Mu Yan hadn't found even the slightest memory related to Luo Di from the soul of the Rotten Blood Raccoon.

He and Glazer insisted that the Blood Raven had enough wisdom to hide it as a threat, but Mr. Za disagreed.

"You're all self-proclaimed good legal citizens, and I used to be an evil necromancer, so you can't understand what a real bastard thinks." Teacher Za said this, insisting that the Blood Raven had completely disintegrated Roddy's soul, and was now just pretending to be disguised and planning to flee from here.

He said that a person's speculation about other people's actions is based on their own personality, and that a real bastard would not believe in hypocrisy such as "kindness", "forgiveness", "kindness", and in his opinion, the purpose of Mu Yan's group of people was to get something from him, and then brutally torture and kill him. The reason why he thinks this way is because his personality is the same.

So he won't leave room for anything, he will be the first to destroy Roddy's soul and make an illusion, play with non-existent chips, and finally humiliate his opponent after he succeeds, which is what a pure bastard should do.

That's true, Mr. Zha's guess was correct.

Now there are still four hours before dawn, and the soul of the blood crow has been erased by Teacher Zha and sealed in a crystal ball, like a lifeless pool of stagnant water.

Mu Yan was holding the crystal ball in a daze at the door.

……

In the room, the two people who were arguing just now turned off the fire after sending everyone away. Two powerful legendary mages sat facing each other, both looking preoccupied.

"You can see it, that kid must be very self-blaming, we failed to adjust the atmosphere." "He's always been like this, he likes to take the blame on himself," Glazer said. ”

"It's that kindness that attracts this group of people, isn't it?" Teacher Zha sighed, "There's nothing wrong with this, it's just that this world is too unreasonable, and people like him are often hurt." ”

"We're teachers...... Alas......" Glazer stretched out his hand to open a curtain of light, on which Mu Yan was leaning against the trunk of the tree in a daze.

Teacher Zha glanced at it and said, "Think of a way, Academy Archmage, you are the inheritors of knowledge in the early days, and it is time for you to go out." ”

Glazer knew that his words were not mockery or unintended compliments, but sincere pleas, but there was nothing he could do.

"The academic school can solve most procedural problems, but when new problems arise all the time, it is the liberal wild mages who are the first to come up with ideas and ......ideas," Glazer shook his head and sighed, "Our thinking has become ossified, and even the Necromancy School cannot face the souls that have been digested." ”

Teacher Zha lowered his head and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table.

Suddenly, he raised his head with a somewhat strange gaze.

"Did you know that I once had a bone spirit swordsman......"

……

Mu Yan has been thinking about a very profound question: how can intelligent individuals determine the existence of their own self.

The longer he came into contact with the Soul School, the more he cared about this issue, because he had seen many soul servants, as well as the movement and splicing of memories, he began to develop a strong interest in some philosophical issues.

If a maid becomes self-aware, has experienced many things, and then removes this memory and gives it to another blank maid, who of the two plays the role of the master of the "memory"?

The former is a person who produces memories, but does not possess them. The latter has memories and acts on them, but in essence the memories do not belong to him. If there is a third person who has appeared in this experience, will he identify with the former or the latter as "the one with whom he has come into contact"?

He remembered that when he first came into contact with Dusk Era, the attending physician tried to prevent him from using the game warehouse, for the simple reason that what he experienced in the game did not belong to him.

At first he didn't understand this sentence, but after entering the game, he couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the blue sky, the sea, and the golden sand, and then fell on the sand with a forward pounce, and then he realized what he meant by "not belonging to him".

He never ran or jumped, and he didn't even have a concept in his head. But when he learns these behaviors, his body can't support them.

When in the game, the body does not belong to his soul,

When leaving the game, his soul does not belong to this body.

He began to understand why Shamu was born, his weak body, his soul, and the in-game body—or the spirit maid—were separated, just as the highly sung advertising slogan of "Twilight Era" said when it was released: "The flesh limits your soul, but we can free it."

Now, his soul is indeed liberated, but at what cost? The price is to limit Shamu's soul. The body doesn't belong to him, he's just a boarder,

The hysterical rants of the latter, the anger of hatred of iron and steel, he was now more and more able to understand.

Why did I suddenly think of this?

Mu Yan patted his head, letting his ethereal thoughts return to reality, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw that the two teachers were looking at him with a smile, and he hurriedly stood up.

"We've figured out a way." Teacher Zha said, with irrepressible joy on his face.

"This is definitely the most outstanding collaboration ever between liberals and academics."

"That's right."

The Glazer thinks so, too.

……

In Imotru's room near the heart of the tree, the crystal ball containing the soul of the Blood Raven floated in the air, and three necromancers sat in a triangle, with Papyris in the center covered in white flames.

The little skeleton is responsible for providing abundant soul energy, forming a flame to heat and make the blood crow's soul boil.

Blood Raven's consciousness was erased, and now his soul was like a pot of stock, and memories were churning in it.

There are also memories of Roddy in this.

All they had to do was strip Roddy's memories of everything away with as little damage as possible.

Mr. Zha gave a very vivid example, Roddy is a huge palm leaf that was eaten by a cow. They killed the cow and emptied its stomach and intestines, intending to rediscover and restore the remains of palm leaves from the pile.

Teacher Zha is worthy of being a senior necromancer, and his taste is heavier.

But fortunately, what the Blood Raven did to Roddy did not involve chemical changes, but simply shredded, so their work was not as terrible as imagined.

Teacher Zha's plan is based on the restoration of this palm leaf, and there are some similarities with Mu Yan's previous ethereal thoughts.

The skeleton swordsman he once had—the bones of Celio—was soulless, and Silio's ancestors were fished out by Sherlock's ancestors not long after his return to the River Styx. However, after Mr. Zha endowed it with an inferior soul, the latter was gradually cleansed and purified by this skeleton, and endowed with the original owner's fighting skills and even character.

This backlash was something he didn't expect.

That's why he came up with this plan, if he can completely restore Roddy's memory, can he let this complete memory give birth to a soul in reverse, and this soul happens to be himself?

Mu Yan couldn't tell if this idea was correct, or that no one could answer this question so far, even if they really gave birth to Roddy's soul, and the latter was accepted by Lucy, it didn't prove that it was him.

But Mu Yan wanted to try, because this idea gave him a hint of inspiration, and a problem that he had been thinking about for a long time, but had never been able to find a clue, might be solved.

This is an opportunity that he must seize.

……

Glazer was surprised to find that Mu Yan seemed to be a little too serious, the speed at which the three of them picked up the fragments was flat at first, but now Mu Yan was getting faster and faster like a chicken blood, and there was a vague tendency to leave him and Damian behind.

Mr. Zha also noticed the anomaly, and Mr. Damian, who was arrogant by nature, snorted in his heart and started a game with his students.

Even with the Glazer sped up......

So the work that was originally planned to be completed in one day ended before dawn, and as the last piece of the puzzle was picked out, Roddy's complete memory was put together, and Mr. Yuzha carefully put it back into his body.

The pale elf looked like a corpse, and only the slow heartbeat in his chest confirmed that he still had a glimmer of life.

After all this, the two legendary mages of Rao is also breathed a sigh of relief, and when they looked back, Mu Yan was already asleep on the ground without any image.

"You don't seem to have told me how you met in Heru." Teacher Zha glanced at Glazer, "For example, how did he get to Heru, and how did you come back." ”

Glazer smiled, "It's a long story, as if someone is behind it. Specifically, you can ask Eric, by the way, about Eric's story, Mu Yan said that you know more details. ”

"That poor creature in Nighttown?" Teacher Zha raised his eyebrows, then shook his head. "If he wanted to, he would have offered to tell you what an interesting story."

"It's the same with his story, it's not that interesting." Glazer looked at Mu Yan and pointed out. "Our good student has unimaginable secrets in him, and he is also under a lot of pressure......"

"Because he has so many things to protect." Teacher Zha stepped forward and carried Mu Yan on his back. "Shouldn't those of us who are teachers share some of the burden?"

Glazer covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and suddenly said to himself: "I heard Lucy say that the elves of Silvermoon City seem to be in trouble, I don't know if the two legendary mages can solve it......"

Teacher Zha's eyes lit up and showed a knowing smile.

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The spire of Suffron, the dark red sky skimming over Osera's shadow from time to time.

At the top of the minaret was a platform with a raging fire burning on it, and inside was Leoric, who was chained to his throne.

Ever since the last time he had torn his face with Alduin, Gardenon hadn't paid much attention to Leorick, Oduin's dog, and instead imprisoned him here, scorching him with an eternal flame.

He also thoughtfully prepared a Flame Throne for Leoric, claiming to be the same as the chair in the Morningstar Palace. He also gave him a sword, called the joy of fire, hoping that he could get boundless enjoyment in the eternal flames.

Bad tastes at a glance.

Today, the Flame Throne, which rarely has visitors, opened a portal, and three figures walked out of it.

Leorik saw the comer clearly, and couldn't help but stop the daily insults and rants.

"Lan ...... Lancelot ?? ”

"That's right, brother, it's me."

Lancelot smiled. The visitor was none other than Garton with Lancelot and his servant Langton, the one-armed swordsman.

"You...... You are in collusion with these sinful gods! Do you still have the Word in your eyes? You evil blasphemer!! ”

Leorik said hysterically, but was then stopped by Langdon's sword.

"I remember you, you have their blood on your hands!"

Langdon held the Sword of Victory of the Oath against the black scales on Leorik's chest. The former chief of the guard said "they" were the 50,000 lives of Morning Star who lost their lives in that upheaval.

He could see very clearly that the reason why this skeleton remained awake in the flames was all because of the protection of scales.

"Sword of Oath Victory......" Leorick's voice suddenly weakened, and then instantly became furious.

"Do you know what you're doing! You claim to be a citizen of the Morning Star? Do you know who you're up against!? It was I who built the Morning Star! It was my soldiers who brought victory with this sword! And you, now use it against this king!? ”

"Shut your mouth! Disgusting undead! Langdon said coldly, "The king of the Morning Star is dead!" And you, just a filthy and deformed monster! You are not qualified to speak of him! ”

"Stupid! You deserve to die with those untouchables! Leo said angrily.

Langdon looked at him coldly, then put away his sword, his disdainful eyes looking at a lump of garbage.

Leorik felt despised and cursed like a shrew.

"The king will not reproach his people." Langdon looked back and said, "And you, like a clown jumping up and down." ”

The insults came to an abrupt end.

Leorik felt that the last shred of his dignity had also been ruthlessly stripped away.

Garden's eyelids jumped, and his gaze swept back and forth over Langdon several times.

He began to think that this kid had a similar temperament to any capable person in history: neither humble nor arrogant, and he could speak fiercely at critical moments...... He even had the intention of asking Lancelot to get his hands on him and transform him into his own follower.

Lancelot watched it all in silence, a smile on his lips, and finally he walked up to Leorik with his head bowed, his palm pressed through the flames and against his smooth skull.

"Brother Leo, why Sword Citi?" He asked.

Leorik was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled that sunny day more than 700 years ago. It was as if he and Lancelot were now twenty years old, standing on the roof of Fort Morningstar, looking into the distance, the sword and flower flag beside him hunting.

Dusty memories also slowly emerged, as if everything was so clear.

"The sword represents battle, a symbol of courage and faith rooted in oneself......

The former king muttered:

"The flower represents honor and symbolizes the hard-won stable life......

"I hope that this flag will always be a reminder to our people in the future, and never forget that all good comes from relentless pursuit, not the gift of others."

"Then why the Thorn Flower?" Lancelot asked again.

"It represents the struggle...... and unyielding ......"

"Yes, fight," Lancelot muttered with a deep gaze, "and unyielding." ”

"But you gave in, succumbed to the darkness and greed of your heart, and you answered that voice."

Leorik's body began to tremble, and for the first time in a long time, he felt shame and anger at himself because of the shame.

"You still have a chance, brother." Lancelot said, "Show me your last bravery." ”

The trembling gradually stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's do it."

There was relief in the voice.

"As you wish."

A cloud of golden light enveloped the two of them, and the former king ushered in the end of his life.