The old woman's voice was as low and hoarse as that of old spirits.

She looked to be eighty or ninety years old, her gray, dry hair seemed to be dyed with autumn frost, the right hand of her right hand that poked out of her cuff and grasped the wooden staff was jagged, and her dark complexion was mottled with age spots.

But those piercing eyes were as sharp as falcons, and Josh had the Darkspawn weapon in her hand, and she didn't look too afraid.

[It's just a scrap wood bastard who hasn't even opened the magic circuit, kill her, let's get out of here.] 】

"Shut up! Don't affect my mood. ”

[Hmph, you're just an ant, talk to you well, and really kick your nose in the face, when you're a character? You know, before I was sealed, you couldn't carry a single sword of mine for 10,000! 】

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pins and needles in every pore of his right arm, Josh found that the female darkborn seemed to be able to only feel pain for herself, and had no other way to deal with herself, but became bold.

"The hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, now you are just a weapon, even I can't help it, no matter how powerful the past is, being trapped in a weapon and not being able to use it is no different from saying big things."

【……】

As if poked in the sore spot, the Darkspawn was silent for a rare moment since Josh had traveled through the short period of time.

Then, her rage was like a roaring train, eager to trample Josh under her feet and ravage it.

[Damn! What a damn you! 】

[Ignorant, ignorant, and poor mortals dare to speak out in front of the great Celestial Warriors!] 】

[Josh Russell, when I break free of the seal, my first goal is to chop, cut, and chop you guy! 】

What a familiar line...... Well, it doesn't matter.

Josh chooses to ignore the female Darkspawn who is babbling in his head.

He had to learn to get used to it, and there were many more days like this in the future.

Josh's conversations with the Darkspawn are all mental exchanges in the mind.

From the perspective of the others, as their archbishop asks the last word, Josh has been in a state of some kind of stupor.

It was a little more than a minute before he began to respond to the old woman's words: "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, but I ...... Uh, what to say? After picking up this strange knife, I seem to have lost my memory. ”

[It's a very cliché routine, which was already written badly in the third-rate novels of our Shurima Empire thousands of years ago...... Well, I remember that academics loved to read this kind of novel. 】

Cliché is cliché, but it is indeed a feasible solution to the current situation.

Anyway, does Nasus love to read third-rate novels......

Josh was thinking in her heart, and she was unconsciously led by the female Darkspawn to think out of the rhythm.

"Amnesia?"

Sure enough, as soon as they heard his words, the soldiers and the old men in robes looked at each other with different expressions.

In the crowd, an old man with a pale, oily face, who looked like a toad at first glance scolded: "You guy, you can't be a disguised personality who is occupied by that living weapon?" ”

Josh shrugged his shoulders and looked unconcerned: "Since you don't believe it, forget it, anyway, I'm a stranger to you now, and I can't remember who you are at all." ”

"Compared to the Darkspawn recorded in our books, apart from the temporary loss of control just now, Josh doesn't seem to have bloodthirsty and tyrannical negative emotions."

"Judging from the current situation, this child's temperament is indeed very different from the past."

"Does amnesia change personality?"

"For this question, I guess I'll have to consult a few masters of logic, metaphysics, and the school of reclusive dialectics."

“……”

Hearing this, the elders in their robes, who honored each other as Master and Elder, began to whisper again, discussing the credibility of Josh's words.

The old woman at the head did not take part in their anachronistic argument, and a hint of surprise was fleeting in her eyes, not too much on her saggy, expressionless face marked by time.

"In that case...... she sighed softly, "then reintroduce me, I am the Archbishop of the Cult of the Light of Helia, the Forbidden Malgusa, can you remember me?" ”

Forbidden people? Archbishop of the Cult of the Light?

These Fuguang Islands have not yet undergone the curse of ruin, and they became the organizations of the Shadow Island, and Josh knows very little.

Without a response, Margusa knew everything from his expression.

"Originally, I was entrusted by my disciple, that is, your master Tyrus, to take care of you while he was out exploring, but I didn't expect you to accidentally discover the fallen ancient gods......

"Alas, it's all my carelessness!"

[This damn old wife, obviously I took the initiative to seduce you, how did she become that you took the initiative to find me?! 】

After hundreds of years of being imprisoned in the "Little Black Room", almost every word that others said, the female dark descendant in Josh's mind had to attach her own judgment and complain.

"Eldest sister, aren't you thirsty when you say so much? Oh...... Sorry, my bad, I forgot you can't drink water. ”

【……】

Josh ...... I will destroy your world, your treasures, and your hopes! 】

With a silent sigh in his heart, Josh pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Why can't I just block this annoying guy?

"Archbishop Margusa, it's not a way for us to continue to stalemate here."

Josh weighed the long knife in his right hand, causing everyone in front of him to breathe suddenly, "If you want me to say, why don't we go back to the city first to discuss the solution?" ”

"Can't let him go back to Helia! We haven't ruled out the risk of him having his mind taken over by the Darkborn! The Toad-faced Master spat and screamed.

"Well, Elder Bartek is right, we need to consult the books of our ancestors about the Dark Descent before we can hold a council to determine what to do with you."

Margusa pondered for a moment, staring at the Darkspawn knife in Josh's hand with concern and asked, "Can you put down the Darkspawn weapon in your hand?" ”

Without waiting for Josh to answer, he felt the long knife in his hand tremble, and the pain of a foreign object piercing into the flesh from the palm that touched the hilt was not as severe as the previous two times.

[You dare! 】

The Darkborn's voice was a little nervous.

[I can't go back to the endless dark cage! You don't even know how painful it is to feel cold and numb in your limbs, trying to breathe but not taking a breath, and not being able to perceive everything! 】

[My concept of time has been blurred, but this feeling, since I was sealed, is estimated to be at least 500 years by now.] 】

[Do you dare to imagine what it is like to have been like this for 500 years? I went from anger to pain, from pain to numbness, and finally to despair, and then from despair to anger, and so on and so on......]

You can't leave me behind...... Absolutely—yes—no—can! 】

She spoke in a trill tone of anguish and despair, and there was even a hint of pleading between her words.

"Even if I want to let go, I can't do it!" Josh replied helplessly.

Then, he took a deep breath, and under the vigilant gaze of the soldiers and elder masters, Josh's right arm was raised flat in front of him, and his scarlet-covered fingers were directly opened.

The handle of Deathdance's blade completely defended the rules of physics, as if it had become a part of Josh's body, and even if there was no point of focus, it could still stick to his hand without falling off.

"You see, I want to put down this knife too."

Margusa shook his head, "Okay, okay...... If you're really still Josh, although you can't go back to Halia for the time being, I'll send someone to settle you down, right here.

"When we work out a way to separate you from the living weapon, the door to Helia will be open for you again."

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