"Really," said Don Quixote, "no matter how many times I see it, this feeling of holiness makes people feel so comfortable, there is a feeling of bathing in the sun," said Don Quixote, who sniffed his nose, and even said a little spoofingly, as if I asked about the smell of some kind of vanilla.

"I'm sorry," Diro Beauvoir shrugged, retracting his aura, "the perfume I used this morning was vanilla-scented. ”

Don Quixote, who slapped the horse's hooves, made full use of his cheeky talent, and began to change the subject without shame, "I don't know why you are so interested in my soul spells? ”

"My devotion to sorcery is beyond your imagination, and it is because of this zeal that I have been blessed by the great Goddess Mithra, so I wish to be able to learn, at the very least, and to be able to study and record all the spells I feel for. ”

"In fact, you just asked me what I've been doing all these years, and I think I can answer you like this, I'm compiling a book called the Codex, and as long as I'm alive, I'll always include the spells that I'm interested in, and even if for some reason they can't be passed on, I'll try to write down the power of the spells, and some of the structures that I can interpret backwards, on the Codex. ”

"So, how can you be sure," While speaking, Don Quixote has already carved the magic array on the back of the corpse, and the remaining steps are simply to pour melted Mithril into the skin of the corpse, but because the melting point of Mithril is not high and there is a wrap of spiritual energy on the outside, there is no need to worry that this corpse carefully selected by Don Quixote will become barbecue, after all, the art of raising corpses is still the corpse before the protein has not been qualitatively changed, and a piece of meat that has been cooked is probably the power of the wilderness, and it is difficult to cultivate it into even the lowest walking corpse," My soul spells are worth your research?"

"Uprising," Apollo Ding, who disguised himself as a law idiot, said slowly after glancing at the magic circle on the corpse that was propped up by Mithril like a work of art. In my opinion, there is nothing in the world for no reason, especially in this world where power is supreme, and that amazing Captain Jack could not give those slaves the courage to really resist, because they saw what real despair is, so, after the second uprising, I was skeptical and examined some slaves who had participated in the uprising and survived. ”

"Did you find anything?" Don Quixote was very confident that the corpse was transferred to a coffin in another part of the laboratory through psionic energy, because his hypnotism was difficult for even the Buddha to find, around the coffin, and on the ground outside the coffin, there were carved full of kicking magic arrays, when the corpse was placed in the coffin, the corpse itself just made up for the missing circuit of the magic array, and on the ceiling corresponding to the coffin, it can also be opened, obviously, even the corpse raising technique of the world of Fei Lun also wants the corpse to absorb the moonlight to promote the absorption and transformation of the basic elements, but it is now daytime, to be exact in the afternoon, so the ceiling is not opened"About those slaves?"

"Nothing," Diro Beauvoir shook his head, "their souls are clean, there is not a trace of them being controlled by magic, and the memory of rebellion against the Germanic Empire seems to me to be completely sincere, and to be honest, it makes me unbelievable, I never believed that the charisma of any one person could be so great." ”

"So, I subjectively thought that this must be some kind of spell that I had never seen before, a magical spell that could hide from the gods, of course, I was not an arbitrary person, so in order to test my idea, I spent almost a year investigating most of the slaves in the port of Uraspil. ”

"The magic god is good," after activating the magic array, Don Quixote could already feel that those basic elements were drilling into this just ordinary human body in a strange way to strengthen this body, and at the same time, they were also changing some structures of the body, and then, according to the record of the spell in his mind, Don Quixote took out a large bottle of fresh human blood from the space ring and poured it into the coffin, naturally this blood came from the clone, and before the smell of blood filled, he fastened the lid of the coffin," A year can be wasted for a conjecture. ”

"When there is no end to life, there is always something to do," Diro Beauva shrugged, "I think part of the reason I made the code, and that's it, that if you don't have anything to do, if you stay for a long time, people will go crazy, and a year later, after my investigation is over, I am more sure of my suspicions." ”

"Why?" a cloud of water appeared in front of Don Quixote, washing his hands, obviously, this act of playing with mud was once again appreciated by the god of magic, "I have absolute confidence in my spells," Don Quixote said seemingly without admitting himself, but in fact, he was sure that Diro Beauvoir must have discovered something to say this to himself so confidently, then as a man, there is no need to hide anymore.

"By my comparison," said Diro Beauvoir, pointing to the clock on the wall, "at three o'clock in the morning before the second rise, when the bell rang, according to the speed of the sound propagation and the position of those people at the time, after the delay was removed, almost all people's memories began to change at three o'clock in the morning, from the previous dullness, to the sudden madness, as was the case with almost every slave in the port docks, or every serf in the northern city. ”

Speaking of this, Diro Beauva laughed a few times, "This crazy transformation is the most unreasonable, according to the inferior root of the human surname, not a single traitor in this group of slaves appeared, which in itself is the biggest loophole, so I am sure that there must be a powerful soul mage behind this group of slaves who controls them and creates this uprising." ”

"Reasoning is meticulous and incisive," Don Quixote, who seemed to feel a little tired, poured himself a glass of wine of life and drank it with a grunt, "But how can you be sure that person is me? You know, at that time, I was just a mage of the ring, and no one in this world would believe that the magic of the mage of the ring could hide from the god of magic." ”

"People who think like this, this life is like this," Apollo Ding's acting skills were already impeccable, and she was disdainful at this time, "The magic of spells doesn't care how high its level is, how can people who blindly seek the highest level of spells, but ignore the essence of spells, come into contact with the core of spells." ”

"As for how I found you, I didn't have much hope of finding you, although I can be sure that you should be from that organization, but the world of Feren is so big, after the prophecy spell fails, it is almost impossible to find someone, but after you established this school, it attracted my attention, so I came here with the idea of trying my luck, and then I met you, a strong man who met all the conditions. ”

"In other words, what you said about fighting for freedom is just perfunctory, and the real purpose is to get my spells?"

"It's not entirely perfunctory," said Diro Pova, who walked slowly to the coffin, "just like you, the starting point for the establishment of this country must not be entirely for the sake of so-called freedom.

Obviously, Apollo Ding, who can be said to be incomplete, knew Don Quixote's suspicious surname very well, so he took great pains to write such a story, and this story was told from the mouth of a legal idiot, even though it was so unreasonable, but it was also full of reasonableness.

"That's right," Don Quixote shrugged, "and what price are you going to pay to get this soul spell of mine?"

"The price?" Diro Beauva, who ran a hand across the coffin, felt the magic array working, and she seemed to give up for a long time, because she realized that this was a natural spell, even if she remembered everything, without Don Quixote's psionic energy as a start, she couldn't make this magic circle work, "You know what? You are the first person I found and dared to ask me for the price. ”

"Why don't you dare? Although the Fa God is powerful, it also has many restrictions, such as not being able to attack the rulers of various countries for no reason, how can I say that he is the head of a country, although he is a part. ”

"Look at me beautiful, want to insult me, count?" As soon as the words fell, Diro Beauva's temperament changed again, from a proud woman who refused to be thousands of miles away to a amorous slut, although there was no change in the appearance of clothing, but the temperament exuded would definitely make it difficult for the man who saw her, of course, this does not include Don Quixote.

"A simple little spell, will not take the initiative to release to people, but people who walk into the field will still be infinitely amplified their own **, so as to attack me, you who are so close to me, there is no reaction, it seems that there is really some ability, I really want to study you and your spells more and more. ”

"Really?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, every soul mage is a madman in the end, just like a philosopher on the earth, they still have a big understanding after dissecting everything too thoroughly, and they can no longer return to the human world after seeing the innermost gears of the world, so they are crazy.

In fact, at this moment, he has already felt a trace of danger, that is, what this woman said is true, but Don Quixote did not directly choose to use the power of death to suppress this woman, because it means that he is completely on the opposite side of her, which is also a personal habit of Don Quixote, there is any other, when he can accept the way in front, he will instinctively put it last, and capturing a god of law is far greater than the benefit of killing a god of law。

"Hiss~~" Thinking of this, after taking a breath gently, Don Quixote revoked the restriction on the passive talent of his soul, and the rules that had been accumulated for a long time, like a pack of wolves that had not eaten meat sheep for several years, fluctuated wildly and filled this alchemy laboratory, and naturally included Diro Beauva, who stared at Don Quixote without concealing his thoughts.

So, under Don Quixote's perception, Diro Beauva's dangerous aura really disappeared, and even because of the influence of Don Quixote's talent, Diro Beauva was no longer able to completely restrain his soul fluctuations, so that Don Quixote felt a little bit of her mental activity.

Under the pressure of the Dharma Body, there was no timidity, and the emotion of fear appeared, and it was not the use of spells to restrain his emotions, he was really not afraid, this strange man, it was still very cute' and other thoughts made Don Quixote himself a little crying and laughing.

"But," Sure enough, under the continued influence of Don Quixote's realm, Diro Beauva spoke, "You're a man I don't hate, so I can promise that I'll trade spells of equal status for spells I got from you, what do you think?"

"Deal!"

"Well, let's start with this corpse-related spell, and to be honest, I'm a little curious," said Diro Beauva, who had a smile on his face, but was not interested in rejecting Don Quixote, pointing to the coffin. (To be continued.) )