For a month after receiving the items on the list, Moriarty barely left his home, staying in his real room and doing some kind of mysterious research. Occasionally, I go out and confine myself to the rotunda to chat with Mrs. Dorothy or other researchers from the Bottomless Fountain and catch up on recent news about current events.

Dorothy tried several times to find out what was valuable, and she didn't even know if Moriarty had really discovered anything from the study of the scroll.

And Minister Hyjal only told Dorothy that she could still play by the other party, and there was no need to interfere. As for the strange things in that list, I can't think of anything for the time being, so I don't have to worry too much about it.

So, later, Mrs. Dorothy gradually relaxed her attention to Moriarty and gradually shifted her focus back to her own deciphering work.

Until one evening, someone contacted and offered to meet.

"Is there anything I need help with, Lord Davidson?"

After not seeing each other for another week, Dorothy looked at her "companion" in front of her, her expression neither cold nor hot. After all, being "cold" by the other party for so many days, anyone will have a little temper.

"No, there's nothing to bother you." Moriarty sat down and smiled.

"So, who are you?"

Lady Dorothy didn't plan to play a pantomime and asked directly. Recently, she has a plan that has reached a critical stage, so she doesn't want any time to be wasted.

"I'd like to ask you to take a look at this."

As if seeing the other party's faint impatience, Moriarty took out a red and black spell scroll from his sleeve and put it in front of the other party.

"What is this?"

Dorothy looked at Moriarty suspiciously, then looked down at the scroll on the table, puzzled.

"I have successfully deciphered the 'Aria of the Holy Spirit'. This is a new spell scroll reconstructed from the necromancy model. Moriarty said slowly.

"What!?"

As if hearing the most absurd news in the world, Mrs. Dorothy rose straight from her position. staring straight at each other, almost yelling.

"The necromancy's version of the 'Aria of the Holy Spirit' is right in front of you." Moriarty remained seated.

"It can't be!"

Without hesitation, Dorothy immediately sneered.

Just kidding, in just one month, it doesn't seem short. But for deciphering the scrolls, it was only a moment, and it wasn't enough to unravel them. Not to mention, the effect of magic has to be reproduced in the general model of necromancy, and the time it takes is also measured in years, and even many magic spells cannot be magicalized at all. Otherwise, in the past seventy years, with the use of so many alliance forces, how could they only crack the eight Holy Spirit Temple Divine Techniques, and only the pitiful four who succeeded in copying them?

So, now someone is so "ashamed" to his face. Dorothy would only scoff at it, and be even more angry at its grandstanding.

"Lord Davidson, I must solemnly warn you, even if you are a student of His Excellency Negusta, such an act of 'meritorious' is extremely inappropriate, and it is even more likely to be severely punished by the Alliance." Restraining the anger in her heart, Lady Dorothy stared into the other's eyes and warned in a deep voice.

"Thank you for your kind advice." Looking at Dorothy's rare angry face. Moriarty smiled again and said directly, "The wizarding world." Take the real yàn result as the criterion. Just find a real object, and we'll test it on the spot, okay? ”

"This..."

Unexpectedly, the other party was so relaxed, and took the initiative to put forward the scene for a moment. Lady Dorothy was a little stunned.

Could it really be that this spell scroll that Davidson took out could really be a magical version of "Holy Spirit Aria"?

No way! When pigs fly! The other party is definitely planning to achieve it through some kind of "tricky" method!

With just a flash of thought, Dorothy denied the slightest possibility and made up her mind to expose someone's cheating on the spot. Moreover, the other party did not listen to the advice like this, and she also made up her mind to formally report and complain to the upper echelons of the alliance as a senior cadre of the "Bottomless Deep Spring".

"Immediately send a 'test zombie' to my real room."

Having made up her mind, Lady Dorothy instructed the staff in the rotunda to prepare the materials.

Soon. A low-level zombie cultivated within the alliance was sent in.

It resembles a normal human in appearance, but also has limbs and a fleshy body, and will also have dark red blood coming out after being injured. But unlike normal people, zombies no longer have a heartbeat or pulse, and their bodies are cold. But driven by necromantic energy, the metabolism in its body still continues, and it is several times more vigorous than that of ordinary people. Therefore, zombies have an extremely strong appetite and will not refuse any flesh and blood. Otherwise, after too much time, the body will be unable to resist the inner self-digestion and disintegrate.

And if the zombie can be successfully upgraded, then the ghoul, which has strong physical offensive and defensive capabilities, is the new unit model after its promotion.

"Please show it."

Grabbing a dagger, Mrs. Dorothy stabbed the zombie in the chest, then pulled hard, cutting open a deep wound and cutting it to the side, and a large piece of cyan flesh was completely severed by it.

And from beginning to end, the zombie as the object of the real yàn is just motionless, as if he feels nothing.

"Okay."

Seeing Dorothy step aside with her dagger, Moriarty nodded and stepped forward.

But instead of taking the spell scroll on the table, he just started the spell.

Immediately, a clear necromantic fluctuation with Moriarty as the core slowly rippled in the real yàn room. At the same time, an invisible spell structure was gradually taking shape in the void.

"It's... The fluctuation amplitude of the third-level necromancy... But I've never seen it before..."

As the project leader of the "Bottomless Spring", Dorothy's knowledge and academic standards are among the best below the extreme, and she immediately senses the difference in the necromancy that someone on the other side is summoning.

Could it really be that the "aria of the Holy Spirit" has been deciphered and reproduced, as he says?

But how is this possible?

For a moment, Dorothy felt that her firm belief just now had inexplicably shaken. But for a moment's attention, it is better to eliminate distracting thoughts first, and carefully examine the other party's spells. What is the effect?

After about three minutes, the unhurried spell finally ended.

No supermagic techniques were used, nor did they deliberately speed up or slow down the spell holding time. Three minutes is the normal summoning time for a third-level spell.

Finally, when a red-black light flashed, Moriarty pointed deeply, and a fist-sized cloud of smoke immediately flew out of his fingertips, and then clung to the wound on the zombie's chest, and then boiled like water.

"Puff puff..."

In a small sound that was almost like foam undulations, the flesh and blood around the wounds on the zombie's body seemed to suddenly come to life, and began to twist and wriggle violently, and tried its best to grow rapidly towards the center to cover the past. At the same time, the strange cloud of smoke slowly settled, turning into a semi-solid gelatin, completely sealing the wound and pulling the flesh inside the body to expand outward.

Only half a minute later, the huge wound cut by Dorothy's own hand had regrown and was tightly closed, and there was no sign of any damage.

"This!?"

Looking at the scene in front of her, Mrs. Dorothy finally fell into a complete stupor.

There is no cheating, no tricks, and no ugly methods, right in front of his eyes, the other party really successfully "treated" the zombie's wound in the form of necromancy, and the result is perfect, the newly generated flesh and blood tissue is the standard zombie body standard, and there is no abnormality.

At this moment, no matter how deep Dorothy's suspicions were before, she couldn't help but be eloquent in the facts.

"Lord Davidson... You... How, exactly? ”

Forcing herself to calm down, Madame Dorothy snatched the spell scroll from the table and looked at Moriarty almost viciously. Even because she was too excited, her body still trembled uncontrollably.

"It should be... Luck it. Perhaps knowing that ordinary excuses are not to be believed, looking at Dorothy, Moriarty directly and casually nonsense.

“…”

Hearing such an unreliable answer, Mrs. Dorothy's eyes couldn't help but be a little more "vicious".

But to this, Moriarty just shrugged his shoulders again.

“… So, let's talk more about the core structure of the 'Aria of the Holy Spirit' and how this new necromancy is constructed. Under the restraint of almost violent love, Dorothy said word by word.

"Of course, you can take a seat first." Moriarty nodded.

"I can just stand."

Ignoring the other party's false politeness, Mrs. Dorothy stepped forward and approached Moriarty, staring condescendingly, as if she were interrogating the "prisoner".

"Okay." Moriarty raised his head, leaned back a little, and began to explain in detail: "A month ago, I was allowed to study the divine scroll 'Aria of the Holy Spirit'. From it, although I couldn't read its true core secret through the divine blockade, I also got a little different revelation in the process of reading. ”

"Revelation? What is it? Lady Dorothy frowned.

"The source of the power of repair." Moriarty said in a deep voice.

"Where the power of repair comes from?"

"Yes." Looking at Dorothy, who was puzzled, Moriarty added, "You once said that the operation principle of the 'Holy Spirit Aria' is likely to use the divine power of the god of death as a supplementary source and structural medium to restore the injuries of the undead. ”

"Not bad."

Dorothy nodded directly, which is also the official understanding and conclusion reached by the "Bottomless Spring" since it began to try to crack the "Holy Spirit Aria".

"But unfortunately, this view is wrong." And just as Mrs. Dorothy was puzzled, Moriarty suddenly said.

"What? Wrong!? ”

Hearing such a denial, Dorothy couldn't help but stare at her and was a little angry. (To be continued......)