Chapter 61: Loneliness

Jim's answer once again frustrated Tarrant, hoping to move farther and farther away from the light on the surface of the sea like a sinking rock, and he couldn't accept this ending, "We'll go back to Wilsin tonight and get stuck ...... Bring the villagers to the temple and hope that the gods will bless the people", he only had this chance, it was late at night, and they still had time to return to Wilsin before sunrise.

No, Tarrant burst out with the most terrible thoughts, those monsters are not real vampires, they are not affected by the temple, they are infected by toxins......

"The temple can't cure them", Catrina considers the same problem, "The problems of the villagers are caused by the black fish. ”

"What the hell is going to do to heal them," Tarrant stared at Jim.

"Heal what?" Jim's sparse eyebrows wrinkled together, and he couldn't remember.

"Recipe, the recipe you just said"

"Already...... Has anyone made that recipe?". Jim stood up, "That takes unparalleled intelligence"

"Hope for a madman?" Kirawiton pushed Jim away, "his records are all in the journal, find the recipe." ”

Yes, we can only count on the mage's research log, there may be a solution, Tarrant pounced on the old, and the others gathered around the pile.

"Who made that recipe?" Jim asked aloud behind the crowd, "What ingredients did he use?"

Tarrant found a journal about vampires, and on the first page he wrote: they are products of faith, they cannot be harmed by anything outside of faith, their bodies are like barriers, they are a collection of negative energy. He turned and threw the journal to Jim, "What do these words mean?"

"Uh......" Jim looked at the notebook, "One of the most convincing rumors is that vampires are created because they have betrayed their faith and are punished by the gods, which cannot be verified, but they can only be completely eliminated with the help of the gods, wooden nails and holy water, with the exception of sunlight." ”

"Silver will destroy them," Tarrant added.

"No, the silver just destroys them, their souls will not be affected, they will condense into a white mist, a collection of negative energy, the fog will find a dark place to reorganize the body and be reborn on the first night afterward, and they will only be ended by inserting a wooden nail on the eve of re-resurrection, which must have been blessed by the gods. ”

These didn't apply to the situation on the island, and the first battle with the vampires had confirmed that the villagers could not become the White Mist, and Tarrant put his notebook aside and continued to look for other clues.

"Vampires are the conduits that connect two worlds, and their strength is not because they are strong", Jim still explains in the background, "but because they have negative energy, which reduces their ties to the main physical realm." ”

"He used the instrument to divide the light into seven parts," Catrina suddenly pointed to a diagram in surprise, and the light passed through a strange three-dimensional triangular instrument into seven kinds of light.

"That's not what we're looking for," Tarrant picked up the journal and tossed it aside, "find the recipe." ”

"Light is a substance, and our perception is not enough to distinguish it, but through this glass the light divides into seven colors, and they have different powers", Jim still seems to remember his research a long time ago, "It is one of these lights that can destroy vampires, and my abilities cannot refine any of them." ”

The night outside the window stood still, the candlelight quietly reflected the busy four, countless information jumped out of the messy journal, and the theory and Ming that had never been heard of before became heavier every time he threw down a tarrant, and the situation became more and more serious.

Connasius held up a journal and handed it to Tarrant:

"The recipe has been completed, and it is gratifying that countless hours have been spent on this formula, and now that all the elements are calmly mixed together without raw rejection, it has become a steady elixir. It's time for the second step to see if the results can be fully combined. The influence of the tooth juice through the guò channel into the human body needs to be proven, those "handwriting is twisted here, the author is gone for a while" will the black striped fish change the potency of the tooth juice, and in addition, there may be unforeseen changes in the process of the blood being transformed, resulting in unknown things, there are still many things to be busy, I smell the smell of veal steak, it's time for dinner. ”

This is the real yàn log, Tarrant nodded excitedly.

"There was a strong wind on the island this morning, and I was awakened by the collision of windows, like a dragon banging on my door, and it was going to laugh at my incompetence, yes, I can't remember yesterday's research, the more recent things are forgotten, the faster I forget, blue kasya will make me forget about it at any time, maybe I can't wait for that day, I decided to tattoo it on my body. "There's some black liquid at the end of the paragraph.

"That glaring word will remind me at all times that this is probably the last thing I will accomplish before I lose all my memories, and I regret that I have done nothing in this life. ”

The next day's diary was full of pessimism, and there was no record of the research for a whole day, in which Tarrant did not see a trace of the author's cruelty, perhaps he committed such a crime only because Jim did not think about the consequences of this research, he just wanted to complete the bet, the lives and lives of others were too far away from him, and his world consisted only of himself and friends of the Wizarding Society.

"I dreamed of Sir and he cursed my name and wanted to chew me to pieces, I didn't have the courage to tell him the truth, he could get eternal life, but he had to give his soul, I made a choice for him, I should accept endless torture to atone for my sins.

Until then, the words on my arm remind me that there is one more important thing to do, I can't find the journal book"

An unfinished journal, Jim's research has entered a difficult phase, his bad habits keep him from being unable to find the record of the previous stage, and he suffers from his inner torment about what he has done to Jazz.

"What is the meaning of life, I keep asking myself, what else do I need to do? I can't remember, those stars shine brightly, only I know, those are continents beyond the sky, I miss those worlds, my meaning has come to an end, I am just a mediocre mage.

The black fish in the tank are attached to the glass together, they look at me, they crave the sea as much as I long for time, I want them to go back, but they are my last companions. ”

Farther and farther away from research, Jim wanders at the crossroads of choices, his situation is sympathetic, loss and loneliness make him ordinary, without those amazing theories, the owner of the journal seems to be just a rich lady who is disciplined at home.

"Tarrant, what's written on it?" asked Katrina.

Tarrant shook his head, "There is no formula", he quickly flipped through the pages to try to find the content of the research, but unfortunately the words only recorded Jim's mood, and a dozen pages later confirmed Jim's crime:

"The sun was shining, and I sat next to Sir and he was telling about his adventures in Comohe, his rod was floating slightly, and a fish was hooked, and he pulled it up with great difficulty, good fellow, I had never seen a fish that big, but it was a black fish, and we laughed together, and Jazz held it like he was holding his son, and he cried...... I mentioned that it would be much easier to build the castle next to the fishing village, and that it would not catch blackfish, but he didn't say anything.

In the afternoon I sat in front of the fish tank, they stared at me, I took away their freedom, their eyes with the soreness of longing. I knew those looks, the kind of look Jazz had when he thought of his son, why was I so selfish, I didn't need them anymore.

After dinner I took the fish tank to the cliff, the wind in the darkness was howling in my ears, I didn't need them anymore, it was time for them to go, the splashing water wet my face, I said goodbye to my friends, they would wake up when the weather was warmer. ”

Jim put the fish back in the canal, although by that time he had forgotten the bet, the recipe, the real yàn, his mind began to go crazy, he saw Sir and wrote "Tiyì built the castle next to the fishing village", Tarrant knew that it was impossible to live a little time, the castle was built fifty years ago, Jim was not born at that time, and the diary also wrote about Jazz's son, but Jazz had no children, Jim had been confused by his hallucinations, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and imagination.

Tarrant flipped to the last entry of the diary:

"I seemed to hear a hoarse cry, there was no one in the castle, and in the window I only saw the quiet island, and the lighthouse of the fishing village was not lit, and the passing boats would crash into the island, and I lit the lamp, and maybe it would have some effect.

Now I don't know what to do, my life is spent on quills. ”

There were still a dozen pages left in the journal, indicating that this was the last of Jim's records, and Tarrant had no way of knowing the dates of these births, but he could confirm that Jim had forgotten about the gambling contract a long time ago, since he had lost the previous journal book that contained the recipe. Jim unintentionally releases the blackfish, which have already gathered previously studied formulas in their bodies. Lovell, probably at the time of the party, was now that the black-veined fish had been released to make sure that Jim's real yàn had begun, and Tarrant put down the journal book in disappointment, "There is no recipe, Jim lost the log that recorded the real yàn." ”

"My journal is here", Jim walked up to the team, "what do you need?"

He forgot what the team was looking for here, and Tarrant told his teammates, "We'll have to find another way." ”

"Where would such a small room be lost?" said Katrina, scanning the room reluctantly.

"Write the recipe out," Kilaveton grabbed Jim's robe.

"It's useless", Tarrant let go of her hand, "it could take weeks or even months for him to recall the full formula, we don't have that much time, Jim, is there any way to cancel the effect of vampire tooth juice on the human body?".

"It can't be canceled, it's an irreversible result. ”

"Teacher," Katrina danced with her hands up, "what happens if the blood of vampires and werewolves fuses with each other?"

Jim patted his head, "Digest." ”

"What about fusion that starts with blood vessels?"

"Ahh......h Having two characteristics at the same time, or maybe they will restrain each other and disappear together? There are many possibilities......"

Chapter 61: Loneliness