As soon as the soul returned to the body, Mr. Sa woke up.

Mr. Sa: "What's the situation?" How did I suddenly fall asleep? ”

Teacher Xia: "So that's what we look like when we sleep......"

In the past eight days, Wei Diankite also went back to sleep, and he was no stranger to it.

The two recounted what had just happened.

But because most of it was Barry's own words, they didn't have much information.

Mr. Sa: "It's really useless, my Xia, Brother Yang has asked you to learn the lingua franca seriously, are you doing gods and demons?" ”

Teacher Xia: "?? He didn't tell me alone, did you learn? ”

Mr. Sa: "I can't hear it just now after I learned it." ”

Teacher Xia: "It's really okay for you, it's not difficult for you at all." ”

…

Heine found three notebooks in the corner of the bookshelf.

I don't know what material the paper is, but it has only turned yellow and brittle after so many years, and it can still be used.

Except for the first one, which is still carefully recording time, the rest gradually stream of consciousness.

Barry's grammar is quite different from today's lingua franca.

But Heine was taught by the bones, and then studied with Dylan, and as a "Githiler biographer", he had little problem understanding these records.

"Prologue

Today is December 951, and I'm ready to strip myself of my anger.

Considering that this will make me forget a lot of things, I have to write down everything that happened in the past.

Maybe they can save my life and drag me back to the world of the living before I'm completely lost.

– Barry Githil

…

September 948

I forgot what day it was, but it was a great day.

I, Barry Gittier.

The first patriarch of the Githil family.

Great defector, servant of false gods, researcher of taboos.

Arrested.

In order to get me, Sabellia did not hesitate to risk causing war to set up an ambush in the hunting grounds.

I knew that the wandering elves had coveted this forest for a long time, but I didn't expect them to be so bold.

But when I saw a few of my former colleagues from the Shadow Church, I was relieved.

No wonder he knows me so well, it turns out that this group of scum has cooperated.

With what I know about the Grand Duke, he won't come to me.

He was nowhere near as bold as his father.

As long as this group of people spread the word that 'Barry has fled back to St. Sitting,' he will not dig deeper, but will keep a strict watch over my children.

I hope Anne protects them.

As for myself......

I don't believe Sabellia went to such great lengths to get me here for the sake of abuse.

He's waiting for me to lose patience, and I'm waiting for him.

…

In December of the same year

Fifty-one days passed, and Sabellia found me for the third time.

I'll admit that this guy has a knack for pleasing people and rhetoric.

For example, he brought the corpses of those "former colleagues".

He said that the role of these people ended there.

They had gone to testify before the Grand Duke that Barry could not stand the weather here and had returned to the Northlands......

The people in the church didn't bother to help others "get confirmation", and I was completely locked up here.

(Note: That's when I decided to experiment with deconstructing the circle myself.) ）

I decided to talk to Sabellia, at least to lay out the deconstruction circle.

He said he would come to me three days later.

…

January 949

It's been another 33 days since the last time.

The deconstruction circle is basically complete, and I hope to improve it before standing in.

I remember the warrior standing behind the Grand Duke saying that my anger was mixed.

For example, shabu-shabu water with a lot of pigments added to it will eventually appear cloudy black.

This dark anger would give me unexpected strength, but at the cost of pushing me into the underworld.

It will make me a lich.

…

February 949

(Note: Maybe it's March?) ）

It's been 45 days since I last wrote a journal.

I wrote the first version of the experimental plan based on Sabellia's needs.

I needed a lot of material, and he brought it.

These elves were thin and wounded, and they were mostly fugitives.

Where did he get so many prisoners? Did he go to the Mercury Forest to rob the prison?

And didn't the Grand Duke warn them? You are not allowed to step into the hunting ground, how did you bring it in?

…

After 94 days.

With a 90-day cycle, the results of the first round of experiments came out.

The fusion is dead.

But I found my way......

Human zombies are so difficult to make, why not try the beast?

…

205 days later.

The third round of experiments was successful.

The four elves can transform into mountain eagles without disintegrating.

Sabellia said they worked wonders on the battlefield.

Wait a minute...... Battlefield?

What battlefield?

Where is the war?

(Note: I should have realized then that these long-eared monkeys were fighting for the hunting ground that belonged to the lord.) ）

…

About 200 days later.

Although the fifth round of experiments failed, the conclusion of this time was more gratifying than the "barely successful" of the previous one.

I can already confirm that there are a number of similarities between the Shepherd's dream school and psychic spells.

Sure enough, any spell that involves the soul ends up with only two destinations.

One is the Shadow Realm and the other is the Underworld.

The guardians of the elves are psychics.

The sages of the People of Gold are psychics.

The dwarven stone whisperer is also a psychic.

What is the difference between the so-called 'heroic souls' and the spirits of the dead who are laid to rest in the Holy Sepulchre of the Luku people?

It's nothing more than packaging.

…

The tenth round of experiments is over.

Sabellia brings good news and bad news.

The bad news is that the shapeshifters are seen as evil and have been banished from the upper echelons of the Mercury Forest.

But he's already found a solution.

He assured that the idea of this genius would be written into the books of the shepherds and become one of the pillar schools.

Such a person should not believe in any nature, any life, or any wind of freedom.

He should be a follower of Hades.

As for the good news......

He triumphantly told me that the war was over.

The elves won.

They took the forest and renamed it.

I had never been so angry that the dead air that hung over me was stained black.

But Sabellia was laughing.

He seemed to be looking forward to this moment.

It dawned on me.

He's a psychic, too!

No wonder he had such a genius idea, he knew what I needed and the material provided was perfect for my requirements......

A living soul that is soaked in negativity is the best yin soul.

So that he can summon me back from the underworld and become a lich.

In this way, I will be his eternal slave!

I restrained my anger.

It's like a beast with its fangs folded.

He left disappointed.

Maybe he thinks there's a next time.

But this time he was wrong.

I'm standing on the deconstructing circle.

I'm going to break my own fangs with my own hands.

…

Today is December 951.

The experiment was over and I was given a bottle of "Fury".

It was as black as algae and as wet as hair, and it was disgusting.

It also contains at least a third of my strength.

But I'm a lot calmer.

I don't want to smash Sabellia's hooked nose anymore. ”

……

This is the last time there is a record of a definite time.

Then Sabellia seemed to disappear, leaving only the day-to-day experiments.

When the jungle wind reappeared, he was amazed at Barry's calmness.

But he didn't have time to care about that, because he was dying of old age.

Heine counted the time, and it seemed that the time for Sabellia to capture Barry was approaching.

Sure enough, from the very beginning, he wanted to use the "seizure" on himself.

This time, he's going to take away a demonic beast.

And it's not an ordinary monster that he has a crush on.

It is the sacred beast of Eagle Rank Mountain, the totem of dwarves and conu people.

Eli the Wind Rider.

He took the blueprint for the final version of the deconstruction circle, and he was going to complete the process himself.

Heine's spirits were shocked!

The big one is coming!

Flipping back, however, there is nothing.

Yes?

Without?

There's no follow-up to this!

The things in the back are extremely cold and capable.

Perhaps because of the stripping away of emotions, his senses became numb and dull.

His life was nothing but experimentation.

He also lost his concept of time.

There are no days and nights, and there are no four seasons......

He lost all references.

He kept track of everything like an experiment log.

Sabellia is missing, but a strange group of elves has arrived.

They were blocked by the brass door outside, and had to enter through the vents behind Barry now.

And then it all became material.

By the time there was an exact exchange the next time, the name "Silver Wing" appeared.

Heine was solemn again.