"No...," LeVert said. The voice was very suspicious, and what appeared in front of me could be just a hallucination, so how could it be done casually? ”

"If you're sure it's true, will you do it?" Carl asked.

"I.—" LeVert paused for a moment, as if considering how to answer. No, it won't. ”

"You're lying." Karl pointed this out unceremoniously. "If you didn't do it, how did the scars on your armor come from?"

"This.... I don't know. LeVert said. After coming out of there, I had these... Someone else must have attacked me.... Or the enemy mage, what kind of magic was used. ”

"You were an official before, a mage after. Didn't fight alongside us a few times. Carl continued. If you see those, I think you're going to attack them. ”

“.... Never mind. LeVert looked at Karl for a while and said. What's the point of saying this now? Do you want to judge me? ”

"I didn't mean that." Carl didn't stop and continued. After that, he raised his right hand and pointed at the bones of several fallen soldiers behind him. "Look at them."

"What's wrong with them?" LeVert asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, they should have followed the voice's instructions and really stabbed people who didn't matter." Carl said. "These people are very weak and accustomed to obeying orders."

"It's... Does it have anything to do with them being killed? LeVert asked.

"What I saw just now is also the situation where the people around me have gotten rid of the curse and returned to the original state." Carr said. "That voice kept whispering in my ear, urging me to kill them."

"You mean, if you listen to that voice and kill the people around you, it will lead to them.... Kill me? LeVert asked.

"That's how it should be." Carr said. "This spell relies on awakening the selfishness and greed in people's hearts, relying on this, so that everyone will go to a dead end."

"But...," LeVert hesitated, but spoke. But... What the voice asked me to do was to stab the sword lightly and teach the other party a lesson. ”

"That's what he said to me." Carl said. "I remember someone I knew used to use a similar tactic when interrogating enemy prisoners."

"What do you mean?" LeVert asked.

"It's to have the enemy stab a sword at a scarecrow with the name of a high-ranking officer of the enemy written on it as a sign of allegiance. After saying that, you can let the other person go. Carl said. When the men were really stabbed, he took the scarecrow apart and showed the faces of the high-ranking enemy officers inside. ”

"You mean, that's what happened in the illusion just now?" LeVert asked.

"Yes." Carl said. "So, let me ask you again, how the hell did you do that?"

"Okay.," LeVert said. I didn't do what it said, the stab didn't matter, but went straight to the other person's throat. ”

"And then? Did you kill the other person? Karl's tone was suddenly full of confusion.

"Nope." LeVert said. "I was stabbed, and there was a lot of blood on the other party's body, but he didn't die. After that, I was injured. ”

"And then, you're only wounded, not dead." Karl examined LeVert's wounds. "If that's the case, then.... Maybe I was wrong. ”

"So what's going on?" LeVert asked.

"Maybe it is... If you just stab the other party according to their instructions, you will find that you have inadvertently killed the other party. Carl speculated. Then--- either self-defeating and continue to kill the people around him, or kill himself out of guilt and self-blame. ”

"Is that going to be the case?" LeVert looked left and right. "But..."

"And if you want to kill someone, you're only going to inflict a little bit of damage on yourself....." Carl continued. Then, you can go ahead and attack others. ”

Carl looked at the bones on the ground and made this judgment.

"It's just an illusion." LeVert said.

"It could be at first." Carr said. "But after attacking a few more, it may be the people around you who are attacked."

"It's... It's just speculation...," LeVert said. "Do you have proof?"

"Of course not." Karl looked at the bones on the ground. "This gentleman is dead, where can we find evidence?"

"But if it weren't for that, then this Mr. Harrison wouldn't have died in front of us. I rejected his temptation to kill my men in the illusion just now--- and then he was in great pain--- and then the illusion disappeared and his corpse appeared in front of us--- is there any other explanation than the failure of the spell? ”

This time, LeVert didn't answer again. He first looked at the ashes in his gray robe on the ground, and then at the soldiers not far away.

"But at the same time, if we are not greedy or selfish, but can resolutely uphold good intentions and be willing to think about others, then this Mr. Harrison will fail to cast a spell, and he will die." Carl continued.

"Maybe so." LeVert said.

"Well, if something like that happens to me in the future, I know what to do. The Duke wants us to go to Duran's house, when are you going to go? ”

"I think... There's no need to rush this kind of thing. Karl said.

Solidify and fade.

"Harrison is dead? How could he have died? ”

The voice was Tristan's, and it was full of panic.

Yuan Sen looked at him, and immediately found Tristan and Hughes sitting on a high place, both sitting behind the desk, and on the table in front of them, there were many papers scattered around. An apprentice mage stood between two tables, as if giving a debrief.

Yuan Sen glanced at them for a moment, and then his attention was immediately attracted by the situation below. A little farther away, more than thirty gray-robed mages were standing there, lined up in a circle. From time to time, they waved their wands, which glowed with colorful light. And in the middle of the circle, a gray-robed mage was standing, a bright light looming over him.

Is this the 'counterfeiting' they intend to use? Disguise this gray-robed mage standing in the middle as Halwick? They all look like skeletons, and they are also dressed in gray robes.... I don't know how these people distinguish their identities on the battlefield, and do they also rely on spells?

"What's going on?" As Yuan Sen was thinking this, Hughes's voice sounded on the side.

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