"Is there a way to cohesion?"

Dusty repeated Ilte's request, looking at him suspiciously,

"What you want to learn isn't blacksmithing, but condensation, which is used as auxiliary magic? Ilte, you're wasting a great opportunity to learn! ”

"Hehe, it's definitely not a waste. I don't intend to worship you as a teacher, nor do I intend to learn from your swordsmithing. I wanted to be my own and have my own style. Nowadays, the continent of Aurelaste is preoccupied with sword-casting, and there are very few swordsmiths like you and me who have their own personalities. If I blindly follow you and copy you, then how is I different from those guys who cast molds? ”

Ilte's words made Dusty, the little doll who used to worship him, now grow into a teenager with his own ideals, and time is such a merciless thing.

"Deal!"

"I still have a question, though."

Ilte said thoughtfully.

"What's the problem?"

"The skins of these crystals are attached to the deep resentments of these souls, but why are the boxes you make so pure? I don't feel any evil in the slightest. ”

"Remember the mantra I just chanted? -- Embodies tenacious faith, comforts the dignity of the deceased, and defends the judgment of the law. This is not actually part of this mantra, but a blessing prayer, a mantra of purification. That is, I purified the powder at the same time as I cast the spell. These powders are much easier to deal with than purifying those crystal clusters. ”

As soon as Dusty finished speaking, the sound of wings fluttering in the air sounded, and Qile landed with Eren down.

"Alan!"

Tia rushed over excitedly and threw herself into Alan's arms,

"Where have you been? Why Does It Take That Long To Go? I'm so worried about you. ”

"We had something going on, so we delayed for a while, but we found an exit."

Alan gently stroked Tia's hair, and his words were full of doting.

"Now that I've found the exit, I'm going to do my best!"

Ilt rolled up his sleeves, as if ready to make a big move.

"Alan, what do you say happened to you?"

Tia asked softly.

"I'll tell you later."

Alan lowered his head and imprinted a shallow kiss on Tia's forehead, and focused his gaze on Ilt.

Ilt had previously sparred with Archmage Amedar on the Heart of Spells, but was eventually interrupted by Sbreth's intervention. But at that time, a small part of Sbreth's soul was indeed fixed to Doro's body. Soul Binding is one of the high-level spells, and Ilt is not a good at it, but he is strong at applying his proficient theoretical knowledge to practice.

"Qile, give me the key."

Ilt stretched out his hand, and Quill handed the dagger over.

Ilt raised the dagger above his head, closed his eyes and said a mantra. The crystal cluster behind him made a resonant sound, buzzing, and vibrating slightly. Driven by Ilte's spell, the purple beams of light broke free from the crystal's shackles and converged on the dagger held aloft by Ilt. After a while, a purple-black sphere appeared above his head.

"Soul Bondage!"

Ilt pointed the dagger at the memorial box, and the soul in the orb instantly scurried wildly through the mine.

"Ilte! Is this normal?! ”

Dusty ducked his head to avoid the whimsizing soul, and shouted anxiously at Ilte.

"Don't worry, let them go, if they come out again in the future, it may be the day of their resurrection, and I don't know how long I have to wait."

After a frantic scurry, the purple soul finally quietly entered the box under the guidance of the key. Beams of purple light fell from the sky and disappeared into the box.

"There is a key to guide, and sure enough, these souls are much more honest."

Dusty couldn't help but admire.

The dagger wasn't just a key, it was a restraint band made of Orion's soul. The elves trapped in the crystal, no matter how long their souls have been dead, they still recognize their king. Therefore, under the guidance of the king, those goblins are willing to accept the command. They seem to have a deep obsession with Orion. A purple beam of light shot into the box, and an inky mass of substance appeared inside the box.

"Next, I need to fix these souls in the box."

Dusty came to Ilte's side and put his hand on the box,

"Lord of Remembrance, please accept these wandering souls and save the divine life that is about to be abandoned. They will give everything and be driven by you. Do not throw, do not read, do not forget, the key of sacrifice will seal everything and isolate everything until it is shattered. ”

The inky substance slammed into the box from side to side, up and down, and finally stopped. Ilt placed the dagger on top of the box, and stacked his palm on top of Dusty's, and under the suppression of mana and keys, the soul turned into a little starlight and gradually disappeared. Under the lid of the memorial box, a flash of lightning burst out from the golden keyhole—proof that the keyhole was sealed.

"Finally quiet"

Dusty exhaled and tried to raise his hand, only to find that it was caught in the palm of Ilt's hand.

"Ilte, it's all over."

Dusty reminded.

"Can you be more careful?"

Ilt let go of his palm, and a purple soul floated in his palm.

"What if the fish slips through the net?"

"How so?"

Dusty looked at the purple light in surprise, and pointed the finger at Ilt without any surprise.

"The soul binding is not completed, why don't you say it?"

"I didn't even have a chance to speak, you already broke in, okay?"

Ilt shrugged helplessly, saying that he had nothing to say about such a wayward woman.

Tia walked between the two of them,

"Shall we free him?"

"Then what's the matter, I promised Orion to take all his people out without a bad one, how can I miss one now?"

"It's not a leak, but it shouldn't be easy or easy for you to open this sacrificial box, right? Why don't we overdo it than stay here alone, right? ”

Tia's guess was correct. Although the memorial box can be opened with a key, opening the box means that the souls that were previously sealed in it will be released. So there is only one chance, and the magic box must not be opened casually.

"That's all you can do, Orion, don't blame me."

"Blame me, right? I didn't expect you to be so responsible, this time it's my fault. ”

Ilt took the initiative to take responsibility, which made everyone look at him in amazement. (To be continued.) )