"What, who are you?"

This tone?

Saville's eyes were shocked and angry, even the Enchantress and the Excellency could not have spoken to him in such a tone, and his mind had skimmed over the memory of the past, the image of Theon, the tall and mighty, but the dead man in his eyes, and suddenly realized.

"It's you, it's you? You're the ......."

A wave of extreme fear appeared on Savile's face,

"That's right, I think you get it, little one."

"You guessed where I came from! You are very smart. ”

The other party took off the hood of the mage robe that had been covering his head, revealing his own face, what a beautiful face it was! Pale and handsome, with transparent skin with almost no trace of blood, a pair of eyes as pure and beautiful as sapphires, and a whole face as delicate as a work of art.

But when Savile saw this face, his face was full of horror.

"Nope! No! No way! You can't live! ”

"No, I've always been, I've been hiding in the shadows, watching you."

“…… For a long time, there has been a mysterious force within the Empire, which has been secretly controlling the situation in the Empire, the rise and fall of our control, we decide who will ascend to that throne, and no one can resist us, until the rebels take the stage - the order is broken, and a new darkness descends. Now, well, little one, you will have the honor of seeing the return of the ancient power with your own eyes......"

A scarlet blood mist kept emerging from the other party's body, constantly surging, enveloping the entire space in a thick scarlet blood, and a thick and almost substantial viscous blood mist rushed towards Savile as quickly as if it had its own life, and they even directly ignored the mage shield issued by Savier, wrapping a high-level mage in it.

"No!"

Savile struggled desperately, unleashing various spell attacks.

But these blood mist as if they had their own lives were completely useless, they were like countless insects frantically pouring into Savile's body, every blood, every muscle, rooted in it, greedily absorbing the life force in it,

Then, the blood mist and the Saville inside turned into a giant blood cocoon.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

A rhythmic rhythm like the heart!

No one knew that there was a terrifying high-level mage hidden inside!

Until the Savile in it completely loses his breath,

Vladimir comfortably stretched his waist to the sky, took a deep breath, and a trace of bright blood welled up on his pale face, making that face even more bewitching:

"The ancient souls are about to awaken, and the age of the Darkspawn is coming!"

"To you, my former master!"

He held up a goblet, the inside of the cup was a blood-red thick liquid, and its owner was self-evident, Savile Quinn, a cup of blood that gathered the energy essence of the whole body of a high-level mage, and he drank it all,

"It's delicious!"

He said.

………………………………

The process of making puppet crystals is tiring and tedious, but there will always be occasional surprises in the process, such as the occasional adventure of a mage, the emotional experience of a lucky person, or some small knowledge that has been acquired in the long career of an apprentice, these things occasionally flash in the wonderful musical drama of a person's long life, and constantly attract Arthur.

It's like watching a movie in the name of life, everyone is unique and wonderful.

Real life is far more bizarre and ups and downs than the film art of the past.

No wonder some people say that life is far more bizarre than art.

You can't imagine how everyone chooses when faced with choices.

You can't imagine the wonder of the life memories of more than a thousand souls in Arthur's hands.

But on the whole, the whole process is tedious and long, and there are many lengthy and repetitive episodes of jealousy, vanity, deceit, unscrupulous contention and murder.

Those memories are boring and tedious for a mage.

When you look at the lives of a few people, you may be amazed by the ups and downs, twists and turns of life. You can witness how one person struggles to climb out of the mire, and at the same time see how another person falls from a high platform into the abyss.

These lives are so bizarre and so fascinating.

You'll watch it over and over again, so much so that you want to be inspired by it.

But when you've gone through a hundred, if not a thousand, of the same unscrupulous processes, the same insidiousness and cunning are just meagre memories for you.

Gradually, it will not stir up any waves in your heart.

You will not be angry at the insidious and deceitful of those people, nor will you be touched by the occasional flash of soul of those people, and you will know that the world is darker than you can imagine.

It's so dark that you can't help but doubt it, and even start to torture and doubt yourself.

Everyone is different, and everyone's life has its own darkness and light.

All of this is just human nature.

It was then that Arthur understood why an alchemist always put his apprentices' lessons on soul science and puppetry at the end.

Because it's dangerous!

For an alchemy apprentice whose outlook on life is too simple, who does not have his own sufficiently mature and stable mind to control the wisdom of life, this is actually an adventure.

It is easy for young minds to become so immersed in the lives of others that they cannot extricate themselves, and even go crazy to the point of losing themselves.

It's dangerous to look at other people's lives.

Don't mess with the soul easily!

This is a proverb that has been passed down by alchemists since time immemorial.

But Arthur is different, he does not choose to see the entire memory of these people, but chooses to lock up most of them and turn them into a fortune.

Every memory of the soul is precious.

Perhaps, in the future, he will find a way to exploit them, who knows?

Now the problem is to harness these souls and turn them into strength in his hands, each soul is a unique chess piece, and eventually they will come together and become a whole army, like an arm......

After an unknown amount of time, Arthur woke up from the busy process of making the puppet crystal and returned to reality:

"Daji!"

"Huh!"

"Where's the little maid?"

He was accustomed to the days when the little maid was waiting by his side, and he put down the work in his hand, and the sea of consciousness connected to his little maid's soul in a second, locking on where she was now.

"Huh?"

"They ran into the Black Mountain Fortress?!"