After handing the captives to Dylan, Heine took Sabellia into the house.

Not counting the "Elimont Takeoff", this is the first reunion between the two after more than 800 years.

Sabellia had mixed feelings.

Barry, on the other hand, had a nonchalant expression.

After all, it was a ruthless person who had stripped away his anger, and his other emotions were also vaguely disturbed.

Even if he knew who the black-faced man in front of him was, he wasn't very excited.

But it was this calmness that stirred Sabellia's heart.

This is clearly contempt for his existence!

After looking at him for a few seconds, Barry said, "It looks like you've failed, and you've failed completely." ”

Sabellia sneered: "That's better than you lose all your power." ”

Barry shook his head: "In the past, you didn't turn against each other because of this provocation, because your crippled soul made you unable to control your emotions freely?" ”

"You fart!"

"It seems so."

Barry thoughtfully pulled out a magic quill for shorthand.

This is what Dylan bought for him, and he can record it as long as he opens his mouth.

The old man's hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't write.

"Start Recording: 'Stripping the soul from the emotional point of view, but cutting the soul directly will affect the overall emotional control'......"

Sabellia stood up and said angrily, "You're already a piece of waste, what's the use of studying this!" ”

Boom

The quill wrote it down.

Barry looked at the "waste" line and couldn't help but scratch his bare head.

The grade of this item is not high, as long as you start recording, it will remember whoever speaks.

Forget it, you can't delete it.

He simply continued to record:

"'Even if the strength regresses below level five, the emotional disturbance caused by the transcendent energy will remain ......', stop recording."

He looked at the other man, "Okay, you can continue to be angry now." ”

Sabellia was stunned for a few seconds, then sat down dejectedly.

Silent.

Barry waited for a moment and then asked, "So have you made any new discoveries in the last eight hundred years?" About our research. ”

Well?

Heine's ears pricked up.

It appears that in addition to the shapeshifters, they are also engaged in some undocumented research.

Is it because it can't be recorded?

He inexplicably remembered the 'price of power' that Siara had mentioned.

Sabellia was also a little stunned.

But then in a self-deprecating tone:

"Eli's situation is different from ours, and it is not so much that he is 'tied to a chariot' as he is voluntarily surrendered to some great will.

"Perhaps because of this obedience, it was not disturbed by the endless murmur of the winds.

"As for me, although I am now free to speak of this trouble, I cannot express it accurately because of the lack of strength, after all, as I have given up most of my strength, those whispers have disappeared."

Barry pondered: "It sounds like some kind of dynamic vow, where people who are strongly bound cannot speak because they are bound, and when the constraints are relieved, they can't express because they are not strong enough...... It seems to be the same as the initial speculation. ”

"What's the use of you studying these?"

Sabellia sneered:

"They're all people who are about to go to the ground."

Barry said calmly: "The meaning of passing on knowledge is to make the road smoother for those who come after me, not to mention, I still have descendants." ”

The corners of his mouth curled up and showed a sarcastic smile that was just right:

"This is also the reason why you elves are inferior to humans, you are not so much a long life as a diluted life.

"The long life is not filled enough, so that the void drowns out the sense of purpose, and only when you are young or dying bursts with a strong vitality.

"You know, after all these years, they haven't outdone you in their research on shapeshifters, and this self-satisfaction is like a frog at the bottom of a well."

"You ......"

Sabellia was clearly angry enough by this sentence, but there was nothing she could do.

He simply got up and walked out.

Linum, who had been standing quietly at the door, hurriedly followed, and made a "let me come" gesture to Heine.

Barry looked at Heine, as if to ask if he had any surprises for him.

Heine opened the box and pulled out the cocoon of his soul, whose light had dimmed.

Then he briefly described the complete course of events that he had pieced together.

“…… With the death of Eli the Lich, the soul on the totem suddenly began to cocoon, and it had slowly become what it is now in the past half a day. ”

It now looked like a dragon egg entwined with dark green vines, about twenty centimeters tall.

Barry just glanced at it and said, "It's 'dying.'" ”

"What?"

"The hard shell you touch is a fibrotic soul, it is the nutrients of the new soul, but it will deteriorate quickly when exposed to the air, and when it is completely solidified, it will be a dead egg."

Heine couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

But the souls he had seen were all transparent......

As if reading through his thoughts, Barry explained:

"Eli's soul has long been fused with the wind elemental energy, so he has brought the color.

"And it's favored by a certain will, so it doesn't grow old and doesn't die.

"Sabellia's inability to leave Eagle Rank after taking possession of its body is also because of this favor.

"So...... Do you think it's a curse or a blessing? ”

Heine was silent for a few seconds.

"Curse."

"Yes, good boy, you understand well."

Barry smiled satisfactorily but seekingly, "The curse imprints its soul on its body, and only death is liberation."

"But out of the beast's inheritance instinct, when completely dying, the soul absorbed by the soul binding totem spontaneously gives birth to a new consciousness, which is the inheritance behavior that conforms to the rules of life and death."

Heine: "Is it saved?" How can I help it hatch? ”

Barry thought for a moment.

"How do you replenish the soul of those summons?"

"Replenish the soul...... If you mean 'rest', it's in the circle of the Lord's Palace. ”

"Take it there maybe there will be salvation, as for more, I can't do anything more."

"Oh yes," he added, after a pause, "Soul Binding Totem, doesn't that sound like a prop for necromancy?" ”

Heine was startled.

Don't you really say it......

"Could it be that a totem master is also a type of psychic?"

"It's just the general use of spells, and in our day, the evaluation of necromancy was terrible, but it wasn't as ...... as it is now"

Barry couldn't find the right adjective for a while, so he simply gave up.

"You can ask Sabellia, if he's willing to say anything. Forget it, that guy isn't in much better shape than me. Okay, I'm tired, are you okay? ”

Heine: "Last time I said I found a new Primal Spirit Circle in the lumber yard in the eastern suburbs......"

Barry shook his head: "It's your business, I can't help you much, just like this egg." Use the Yuan Spirit to completely strip a soul...... I've never heard of such a thing, are you going to do this to Sabellia? ”

Heine nodded, and couldn't help but hesitate: "Are you trying to persuade ......me?"

Barry grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth: "Torture him for me." ”

“…… Good! ”

…

When Heine went out with the box, Dylan was walking inside with a glass vial containing a blood worm.

Heine was surprised, "Did Linum grow hemolytic wood?" ”

Matt Gittier wasn't dead when he last saw the bloodworm, and the farm's energy storage well wasn't leaking.

Dylan: "Yes, he spawned a few trees, and Rowan's research allowed me to improve the way I cultivated bloodworms. Now these cute little creatures will no longer eat the host's brain, as long as they can sense the mother stored in the manor. ”

It sounds like the captives can't live without the farm anymore.

Considering that they followed the Golden Fang to do a lot of evil, Heine didn't have much of a psychological burden.

"What about the Linums?" He asked.

He still has something to look for wood elves.

Dylan stretched out his hand and pointed at the airship and smiled, "Serve the elderly people over there." ”

He laughed a little gloatingly.

Bidding farewell to Dylan, Heine had just stepped onto the airship when he saw a group of "little treemen" as tall as the dwarves circling around Linum and Sabellia.

He couldn't help but step forward curiously.

"What's that?"

(End of chapter)