"Enemy of Thorns, purification?"

Flipping through the thin white paper in his hand, Elliot glanced at Charles with a strange expression: "The highest difficulty." ”

"How tall is the highest?" Charles' brow furrowed.

"It depends on what kind of person you are." Elliot said, "Maybe it's easy for you. ”

"Can the spell be practiced and divided into people?"

"I don't think it will take you long to figure it out." In response, Eliot handed the book, entitled The Enemy of Thorns, back to Charles: "How much time did Brother Woody give you?" ”

"A month." Charles replied inexplicably.

"That's not bad, the fastest record of all the churches in the country of Turin for purification is a week." Elliot gave a bland word of encouragement, and then said, "Good luck." ”

"That was said by the Monk of Woodsie." Charles said tentatively: "So I think it will be difficult to learn it?" ”

Elliot didn't respond, but handed Charles a note: "Take that pile of bones, go to this address, and someone will naturally receive you." ”

Of course, what he said was the same thing that Charles had told him before, and he had no choice but to temporarily suppress his thoughts about this spell in his heart, and then he looked down at it, and asked, "What price should I sell it for?" ”

"Naturally, someone will give you advice." Elliot said: "Pita City is small, and the slightest bad reputation will spread throughout the circle, so you probably won't be fooled." ”

"Probably?"

"No one can fully guess the other person."

"Okay." Nodding silently, Charles thanked him and left.

Watching his departing back, Elliot shook his head lightly and turned to leave, but Brother Woody quietly walked up to him in the corner.

"You shouldn't have given him access to the caster's circle so early."

"What does it matter?" "He's always going to be part of that circle," Eliot said. ”

"He doesn't necessarily learn to purify."

"yes, he doesn't necessarily learn. But in order to evade sanctions, they had to learn. Eliot glanced at the middle-aged priest, and his expression was not as approving or sarcastic: "At that time, a guy who was bombarded into an idiot by the voice of Ulm naturally would not remember the address I gave him. ”

"He has this talent, and he has a dark history of exposure to black magic, if he can't learn to purify, then it's best to let him be silent forever." The middle-aged priest said, "The pirates of the Poison Dragon Sea are unruly and disobedient, and the Flame Heart gang has been wavering, only caring about their personal interests, and those demonic apostles who come out every once in a while to make trouble; I don't want to have a new character in them, and we're almost exhausted without new blood to replenish them. ”

As he spoke, he added, "Besides, there is a high probability that he will fall into the night." ”

"Why?"

"The source of that note has been investigated." The middle-aged clergyman said, "The original owner of the note was Mr. Cranston's aunt, the youngest daughter of General Bonn in Turin."

"Isn't she dead?"

"For some, death is not the end."

"Why did you let that note get into Charles's hands?"

"It is not ruled out that this way to attract new blood."

"This rudimentary way? I'm afraid it can't be, it's more like someone deliberately let us see. ”

"Whoever wants us to see it, that's the truth." Brother Woody said mildly.

"Kingdom General...... It was eventful. ”

"Chaos is a breeding ground for evil." Brother Woody said, and then sighed: "I hope the Lord can purify them as soon as possible." ”

……

"With the servant of God, XXX, call upon the all-pervasive light"

"Crush, burn, cleanse, purify"

"This curse is born from this, and the evil will never end until it is finished"

After reading the spell several times, Charles didn't see any difficulty - it didn't seem to be the same as bone resuscitation, right?

It's all the same embarrassment.

"Is it in other ways?"

Confused, Charles sat in the carriage and flipped through the remaining pages of the book, but there was little information other than a few praises to the gods and a hymn to the purification spell.

"A bunch of nonsense." Rolling his eyes, Charles turned the page back to the page where spells and tips were written.

"Try it?" He hesitated, thinking that it was a bit inappropriate to try to cast a spell on this street, but on second thought, this spell was not a bone revival, it seemed that there was nothing to hide, right?

So he looked at it carefully, then grasped a silver thorn cross necklace given to him by the monk in his hand, calmed his breath, and began to chant softly in his mouth.

Nothing happened at first, but as he finished the first sentence of the incantation, a loud voice suddenly swarmed from all directions.

"Under the halo of light, all heresies in the world will be destroyed!"

"God so loved the world until it turned to evil, and as all the world is evil, God said: It should be destroyed."

"Crush the head of the demon and you will be freed ......"

It was as if tens of thousands of people were shouting at the same time, all kinds of voices were magnificent and harsh, and for unknown reasons, these countless voices seemed to be ringing in their ears, but as soon as they appeared, Charles's brain was dizzy, and they didn't slow down for a long time.

[You are under an unknown attack by some will, and your memory is skewed]

A hint drifted through his eyes, and Charles suddenly woke up.

"What the hell is this special code?"

He muttered to himself, puzzled by what had just happened.

If I'm not mistaken, he was just chanting those so-called incantations in the lingua franca of Durin, but he wasn't proficient enough to convert into that kind of special chant, why did he cause that reaction?

Is that the right release of the spell?

"No, it can't be, if just talking can cause that kind of reaction, then everyone can cast spells."

"Or is it some kind of qualification requirement, or restriction?"

Remembering the highest difficulty that Eliot had said in the church, Charles pursed his lips.

He felt that this guess might be true, because normally, he couldn't learn an unfamiliar spell in one go, that is, his chanting just now was just an ordinary practice.

But the ordinary practice caused that kind of distraction, and he couldn't read it at all—isn't that difficult?

"But in the memory of the original owner, he didn't encounter this situation when he practiced bone resuscitation......"

The thought flashed, and Charles had a faint understanding.

"The spells of the church, I'm afraid, are different from normal spells."

"Legendary magic? Or something else? ”

He didn't know much about it, and he couldn't understand it, so he didn't think about it in the end.

Recalling what he had just felt, Charles looked carefully at the book in his hand and couldn't help but try again.

However, just like last time, he had just finished reciting a spell when the violent roar reappeared in his ears, loud and piercing, as if the whole world was gushing about him, and he couldn't help but cover his ears, but to no avail!

The sound penetrated directly through his eardrums and into the depths of his mind!

[You are under an unknown attack by some will, and your memory is skewed]

As the message drifted by, and the noisy sound faded away, Charles glanced at the book in his hand called "The Enemy of Thorns" with trepidation, and then closed it without hesitation.

"This spell is broken, and the ghost can practice it!"

"No, no, ghosts can't practice!"

While silently complaining, he recalled the situation just now, and suddenly looked stunned. Ignoring the strange voice that occupied the whole mind, I thought of the hint of the Eye of Knowledge.

"Memory bias?"

"What's that?"

He felt it carefully, but he didn't notice anything wrong with his head, much to Charles' wondering.

But before he could go any further, the voice of the coachman came through the carriage.

"Sir, 23 Martin Street has arrived."