[You tried to resuscitate the corpse of a prisoner, and your spell failed]

The information drifted by, silently telling what had happened.

"What's going on?" Charles watched all this blankly, very confused by this.

It looks like it's already working, why didn't it work out?

And why is it different from the first reaction?

"Why was your last spell different from the previous one?" Ed arrives at the door at some point, asking questions in Charles' confusion.

He should have been unable to move, but Charles had used a few ribs in the skeleton's chest to secure his broken leg in his free time, so that Crippled Ed could barely walk, and of course, the pain was inevitable.

"Because the front is our lingua franca, and the back is the real mantra." Charles replied absentmindedly, still puzzled by the inexplicable spell.

"Lingua franca? Incantations? Edqi said, "Wizards don't all use spells directly? ”

"I'm not familiar enough to convert a lingua franca into a spell once." Charles said, his heart suddenly stirring.

The lingua franca of his mouth is the language of the kingdom where the original owner is located, and where it is a person, it is impossible to contain any secrets.

It was only when it was transformed into that kind of murmur with a special technique that the spell became powerful.

Is it possible to assume that the focus of spellcasting spells is only on the conversion level, not on the verbal language?

In other words, in the world where the original owner lived, this Turin language was only one of the many languages in the entire world, inconspicuous, or even mainstream. So spellcasters in other realms don't all use Durin as a spell, right?

So...... What happens when you use the language of this world as a spell?

Will this be successful? Maybe the spell is also a matter of adaptation?

Try it!

With that in mind, Charles took a deep breath and began to try.

He wasn't familiar with the local Vethlot lingua franca, so he failed many times at first, but as he continued to chant, the short phrase grew standard, and eventually, under Ed's probing gaze, the strange murmur finally appeared!

A murmur floated out of his lips, and the corpse in the gloomy cell began to change, and this time it was basically the same as Charles remembered!

First his hands wriggled like worms, and finally his whole body swelled, and then the bloody skeleton soldiers broke free from the corpse!

The black and red blood soaked the organs, flowing all over the ground, and the fishy smell began to spread, Charles who had seen this process once was fine, but Ed, who had been staring at this scene, couldn't stand it a little, he only felt a surge in his stomach, and a feeling of vomiting was irrepressible and rushed to his throat.

It can only be said that he has not eaten any food at all during this time, otherwise he must have vomited, but even so, this once majestic and calm nobleman could not hide his embarrassment, leaning against the wall, his mouth tightly pursed, his expression full of shock and repulsion.

"Your ...... Your ...... of the Dark Arts"

"I think it's disgusting too, but we don't have a choice, do we?" Charles replied absentmindedly, but his attention was not on it.

He was thinking about a question right now.

Why can't resuscitation of this corpse be successful in Durin, when the first one can?

Judging from the vision when the spell was released, the effect of the two in mobilizing that special power was the same, and the inconsistency was probably only after entering the corpse......

"Could it be because of the corpse?"

There was a vague guess, but Charles didn't think about it, and now this situation was not a good time to ponder spells, so he opened his mouth and ordered the skeleton: "Follow me!" ”

The words fell, and the white skeleton standing in the flesh and blood did not react, and a pair of empty eye sockets stared at him in a daze, and the green light was faint as if it were nothing.

This made Charles a little strange, he thought he hadn't made it clear just now, so he ordered again, "Follow me!" ”

Still unanswered, the newborn skeleton seemed to be doing nothing but looking around.

"Is he mentally retarded?"

Xia Erfu repeated it a few more times, still like this, and finally couldn't help but look at the normal skeleton he called Number One behind him.

No. 1, who was missing a few ribs, opened and closed his mouth behind him, and his head shook slightly, as if he was agreeing with it, as if mocking.

This makes Charles even more aware of the difference between the two. One is as agile as a living person, the other is as rigid as a dead thing, the former can help the caster, while the latter is obviously not.

Why is there such a gap?

After thinking back to all the points and knowledge of the bone resuscitation spell, I didn't find the reason, and after thinking about other relevant information, I finally vaguely understood why this happened.

Only corpses that have died for less than a day can make the skeleton soldiers after the bones are resurrected have spirituality, more than one day, the spirituality will be greatly reduced, and more than a week, it will not be able to be revived at all!

This is a very unpopular knowledge, and the source of memory is not recorded in a notebook, but someone told it to the original owner in person, and that person ......

The memories seemed to be flawed as they fused, and Charles couldn't remember who had spoken to "him" as he thought about it, but that didn't matter at the moment.

So he looked back at Ed helplessly: "We have to find a new target, this simply won't work." ”

"New goals? Maybe we can try something else. After the initial shock, Ed regained some composure, but he still had lingering feelings about the situation in the cell, and when he spoke, the corner of his eye couldn't help but glance at the dirty and bloody place, so that his tone was extremely serious: "Such a desecration of a corpse is difficult for even the most cruel drowning god to agree with." ”

"Do you think we have another way?" Charles asked as he looked at him earnestly.

If it was to summon a skeleton soldier out of thin air, he would naturally not accept a refutation, but this technique was indeed too exaggerated, and even he, the initiator, was very uncomfortable.

Tearing his body like a rag before his death, soaking in various organs that were once important to him with blood and intestinal feces, this scene is even more disgusting than the five horses being divided into corpses and Ling Chi being executed.

But the situation forced him, did he have a choice?

Ed frowned and fell silent, not responding.

Seeing this, Charles shrugged his shoulders and walked down the dungeon.

In the case of new corpses, there were four below, which he remembered vividly.

Behind him, Skeleton One didn't rush away, but walked up to the stupid skeleton, broke off a few of its ribs and placed them in the vacant position on his body, and then quickly chased after Charles's departing back.

Ed quietly watched a man and a skeleton disappear from sight down the stairs, and his mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, he felt that this dark trick was necessary to escape from here, but on the other hand, because of his years of adherence to honor and his insistence on sacred faith, he was extremely unpleasant to the desecration of corpses, although it was very helpful to his side.

"Do you think we have another way?" The young man's calm questioning words surfaced in the bottom of his heart, not sharp, but extremely harsh.

Just like the words of the vicious queen who had given many opportunities under her own soft heart, it was infuriating, but it was impossible to refute.

"In a game of thrones, if you don't win, you're dead, there's no middle ground."

The kindness and sense of honor in his heart made him deny this sentence and choose to stick to his own ideas, but the end was like a stick knocking him out of the holes.

His loyal men were besieged to death, those who should have been allies betrayed for the greater good, his doting daughters were captured by the enemy, and he became a bargaining chip to threaten himself and admit treason, and his four remaining sons in the Northland, as well as his lover Catherine, must have been in turmoil at this time......

"What do I hold on to honor? Or is it pedantic? ”

Ed, who has always been stubborn and calm, is a little dazed, and the cruel reality continues to impact the mind that has been sticking to it for decades, and more and more disparities appear in his fate one after another, making him seem to be out of place in this world that should be familiar.

However, just when his mind was complicated and his mind was in chaos, an exclamation suddenly came faintly from downstairs, and Ed could hear that it was the voice of his little ally!

"What's going on!" He frowned, took a few quick steps, and almost fell to the ground from the pain.