The lich fell into the sea of knowledge, a soft light illuminated the dark depths of the sea of knowledge, and the soul from another plane was holding a book, burying its head in reading, the lich could tell at a glance that this was one of its memory fragments, and from its soul to extract the memory fragments, which only the lich could do before, and when he didn't realize it, this soul had also learned how to organize and pick them up - this is something that every gray robe can do, after all, from the beginning, what they learned was to manipulate life- The body up to the soul. The former undead recalled the details of the past, whether it was Edherna, or the spirits of the other world who unconsciously imitated his actions, either way, it made the lich feel uneasy, even if Edair was his mentor, but the mad demigod lich had long since been freed from the fragile emotional shackles of the living, he was more terrible than those of his ruthless or cruel kind, because whatever he did, it was possible that it was just to make himself happy, and what was even more terrifying was that these seemingly useless and disorganized actions were after the final result was determined, Without exception, it was proved that Ederna was not the uncrowned king of the Seventy-Seven Islands because he was more insane than any living or undead.

But if it's the latter, then this soul may be able to learn far more than the lich expected, ah, the lich thought to himself, I'm also deluded— He thinks that the outsider is just a stupid and naïve mortal, but in fact it is not, or rather, only half of it is true, it is naïve, but naivety does not mean dullness, on the contrary, because of its childlike innocence of thought, its intuition is sharper than that of other people known by the lich, which makes it unconsciously avoid the many traps set by the lich and others, and like a seedling pinned under a stone slab, although it does not see the sun, it is still able to reach its branches and leaves as far as possible into the sky with its remarkable talent, and this is done without the lich noticing, nowIt has grown into a solid silver-crowned tree that is visible to all, and is praised for its tenacity and strength, and even for providing shelter for other young plants.

It wasn't a mediocre person, the lich blamed himself, he should know, if a mortal soul was allowed to enter the body of a dragonborn, how many out of ten thousand people could become a warlock? Unlike mages, the strength of a warlock is related to the blood in the body, but whether or not he can use this power like an arm and finger is inseparable from a tough soul, and unlike what he thought, it is the talent of a psychic warlock awakened from the soul of the other world, and if there is only one warlock in 10,000 people, then only one psychic warlock can appear in 10,000 warlocks, because of the deep potential and keen perception of this rare and special talent, if a psychic warlock does not die prematurely, then he will always be a spellcaster strong enough to make a nation subjugate - but perhaps because outsiders are always so soft, cute, and silly, not only the lich himself, but also their enemies, and Grenada's blood relatives, they are all negligent, they despise it, thinking that it is unguarded, but a good person is not a threat, especially in this plane - power is almost everything.

If a few days ago, the Lich was still complacent, thinking that it had controlled this uninvited guest, although after retrieving some of its memories, it had a great aversion to killing and harming others, and it was even more difficult to accept its actions in the bottomless abyss, which might bring some unnecessary trouble, but for the former undead, there was nothing bad about it. The Lich's Mentor has a number of Necromantic Knights, all of whom were once followers or followers of a good god, some of whom have indeed fallen for their own personal desires, but many more ...... As Ederna and the Lich had pointed out, they had not committed any great sins in the first place—but they were of a very stubborn disposition, and the slightest mistake was to them like a stain on their bright armor, and though they did not care at all, nor would they accuse them of it, they could not turn a blind eye to it, and the knights would be anxious to get rid of it— And what Edair has to do is to gently push them down the wrong path when they are too eager to face their souls rationally, and maybe, that path cannot be said to be completely wrong, the problem is that their fastidious attitude will infinitely expand the stain, and even if they know that they are sliding to the brink of depravity, it will be difficult for them to break free from the chains of self-imprisonment.

In order to make up for a small mistake, they will make another mistake, or a bigger one, or a smaller one, and in order to make up for the former, they will do more superfluous things, make more mistakes, and then continue to make amends, continue to make mistakes—and when they are mired in the mire, they will look back in amazement and realize that they have no salvation.

And the lich's original plan was like this - if the soul of the other plane continued to wander in grief and repentance, he could have used the same trick to make it lose its will and become his puppet, but after retrieving more memories, the outsider unexpectedly calmed down, and it seemed to have drawn enough power from the other plane, its homeland, to compete with the lich's demagoguery— The lich must admit that he was in a hurry, he should not let it continue, he has read the memories of outsiders, and knows that it has been an adult in another dimension for a long time, so long that not only does it have its own worldview, outlook on life, values, but also the discernment and analysis that an adult should have, and in another plane, mortals can also have access to a vast cloud of books and knowledge, have thousands of years of accumulated experience of human beings, and even if they do not leave home, they can understand the mottled and strange and wonderful human nature。

When the memory is missing, the other person behaves like a child, but at that time, the lich could not completely control it, and now it is even more difficult.

The otherworldly soul looked up, it "felt" into the lich's gaze, and only then woke up from its own memory, the memory fragment it was holding was just as it appeared to be, a book, and although it was somewhat mutilated, the words in it still greatly soothed its heart and made it strong.

The lich looked at the other party's soul, and the outline of the soul was clear enough to distinguish the outline of the fingers and facial features, and the other thing was, unlike before, the outsider actually remembered to "put on clothes" for himself, that is, it was no longer so naked, although in the sea of consciousness, the existence of clothes did not have any great significance, but it could still be regarded as a piece of armor, symbolizing that this soul was no longer so weak and deceitful- It's just that there is no color yet, it looks like a sculpture made of ice and snow, the fluorescent blue essence flickers in the hazy body, bringing light to this dark sea of knowledge, the lich is silent, maybe it won't be long before he can see a complete, solid soul, just like himself.

- You haven't slept in a long time, said the lich.

The otherworldly soul paused, perhaps not thinking that the lich was asking the first question - yes, it answered plainly, but we don't need sleep in the first place, do we? It says that meditation seems to be more beneficial to us than sleep, and that I have so much to read......

- I thought you needed sleep only because a human needed sleep, and the lich asked sharply, why, have you admitted that you are no longer a human?

The Otherworldly Soul was silent for a moment, and when the Lich thought it had achieved a small victory, it shook its head slightly—maybe, it said—I wasn't an ordinary human anymore, and it wasn't something I could change if I admit it, you know, I was a ...... Well...... Materialists, as someone said, when something looks like an apple, smells like an apple, and tastes like an apple, then it's an apple.

It pointed at itself - lo and behold, it said, it looks, it smells, it tastes, then it is.

- or you think I'm going to be confused for a long time, the otherworldly soul patiently says to the lich - but when the problem exists, it's useless to run away, what we need is to solve it.

A bad feeling passed through the lich's mind - how do you want to solve it.

- Well, look, it's a plane of gods, magic, and dragons, and the souls of the other world say, while I want to go home, I want to go back to my old life, but if I can't, or if it will have terrible consequences, then I want to ...... I can still give up, but, my friend, I don't think it seems that very difficult to achieve the result of becoming a mortal again, after all, we have so many people to help us.

- Dead as a mortal?The lich wanted to laugh in extreme anger, but he couldn't, because he knew that the other party was genuinely ready to accept this ridiculous reward.

- And what about me, the lich asked, did you ask my opinion?As a thief, you stole my most precious possessions, and then you told me that you were going to throw them into the filthy mire, that they would never see the light of day?

The Otherworldly Soul winced, and it did feel a deep sense of guilt—no matter how cruel and despicable the other person was, it did behave much like he said, maybe we could find a way to separate us?" it proposed.

- No way, the lich calmed down a little, do you think I haven't tried? The lich had tried to divide more than once, both before and after Ederna found them, but as the demigod lich had meaningfully hinted at, their strange coexistence was no accident, they had a heavy responsibility, and it was impossible for them to separate, actively or passively, until their work was done.

- What...... The soul of the other world asked curiously, is it to destroy the world, or to save the world?

Of course it can't be the latter.

- I think I have to talk to you, the lich said, in fact, he had thought that their work would be until the fall of Gredi, and the essence of the dragon's existence in this plane was withdrawn, but to his dismay, it was not.

It's too much, the lich muttered in his heart, this should be done by Kerry Ben or Adel, even if it's Alva, although the latter is a bit old, but if that one wants to, he can immediately return to the age of eighteen, full of energy, shining eyes, full of enthusiasm and desire for life, and a heart as vast as the sea and a sense of responsibility as thick as a mountain, how can it be better than an alien soul who knows nothing about this plane, and a combination of undead who have long been tired of being a living.

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The black-haired Eya Elf sat on a laurel tree, which was tightly covered by its thick, wide leaves, and he looked down through the gap in the leaves, where a spellcaster of the same hair color as him was walking along a path not far away.

The lich stopped, even though the moonlight and starlight had replaced the daylight, he could still catch the location of the elf of Aya in the first place, but Eloch was probably the last thing he wanted to see right now - he had no grudge against the black-haired elf of Aya, or rather, he had grudges, but as he got rid of his status as a living person, this resentment also vanished, although he would not mind when he would return a suitable "gift" But at the sight of Eloch at this time, he could only recall uncontrollably the time when he was weakest, the most humble, the most childish, and he felt ashamed and angry about it—he turned away and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"That's sharp," Eloch retracted his gaze, "just wasn't sharp enough." ”

The lich didn't hear Eloher's comments, he just ...... A little suffocated, he hadn't felt this way in a long time- After he had to lower his position and bewitch the alien thief with an unbearable past, he felt a real pain, even more so than the one he had endured when he had been transformed into an immortal, the torture and humiliation of the Red Dragon Gredi, her children, and the Dragonborn, while he was still vulnerable and helpless, as clearly before his eyes as a scroll, which he had long since left behind himself, who knew that they were hidden in his shadow, never leaving.

But he had to, the elf Kerry would have spoken to the body stealer tomorrow, and the lich didn't think the elves would favor him between the two, and although he was the one with the elven blood, it wasn't him who Kerry loved and chose......

He will always be the one who has been abandoned, was, is, and will be.