The tea time, which had been disrupted before, was continued after the parasols had been lifted and erected, the small tables had been cleaned up, the tea sets had been rearranged and the tea had been re-brewed and filled.

But not only did the number of people sitting at the small table increase, but the person who cleaned up the qiē also changed from Tallister to the old abbot Seurat.

After leaving Raymond with a comment that made his heart flutter, Seurat, the old dean, who was ruddy and even brisk, seemed to regain his youth and vitality, and after he had put Tallister in the chair before her, he coiled his hair and rolled up his sleeves and began to get busy.

And Tallister, who tied his long hair into a ponytail and sat down to pick up the teacup used by the old dean Seurat, followed the figure of the old dean Seurat with a smile and a smile like a man, although his other hand was still kneading his neck, but his expression was gentle, and his eyes were a little hot.

Faced with such a long beard and long hair, a wrinkled face, and a thin old man, the previous apprehension in Raymond's heart was replaced by an extreme sense of disobedience, which naturally made his expression as strange as it was.

Talllister, who had been following the figure of the old dean Seurat, stood up to meet her after she was done, picked her up in her embarrassed exclamation, laughed and hugged her and sat down again.

The overwhelmed chair creaked and groaned, and Raymond, blinking his gaze back to the cup of hot tea on the table, decided to dismiss the qiē as an illusion. Otherwise, in his mind, the image of the dean of the Red Wetland Wizard Academy will completely collapse and there will be no possibility of recovery!

"Dean, I don't understand what you said before......

Raymond's opening finally separated the two of them a little. But Seurat, the old dean who was still sitting on Tallister, immediately asked rhetorically. "What do you think the True Spirit Projection is?"

"True Spirit Projection is one of the innate abilities of the True Spirit of Chaos Plane creatures, similar to the fusion of doppelganger technique and puppet technique......"

After repeating the introduction of the true spirit from the desert lord Silas, Raymond looked directly at the old abbot Seurat. "But the girl Becky is a life residing in a picture of a girl's stream, and in my opinion, it should be a life form condensed by mental fluctuations......"

"I haven't really seen what the true spirit looks like, but there are some characteristics of the girl when she appeared. The approximation with the true spirit projection is more than sixty percent ......"

The cheeks were crimson, but the eyes were stern, and the old dean Seurat, as if she was very concerned about the matter, counted the characteristics she knew. He didn't continue, but looked at Raymond again and asked. "Pure spirit body, where did you get it or did you find it?"

"Uh...... She's supposed to be my daughter......"

Raymond's answer made Talllister, who had not spoken all this time, stunned and laughed. And the old dean Seurat, who was also stolen, was thinking for a moment. His eyes lit up but he frowned, and then waited for Raymond's explanation with an inquiring look.

Since Crystal was involved, Raymond did not hide the fact that he recounted the things that had happened, and because of the old Dean Seurat's understanding of the pure spirit body, he also explained in detail the current situation of Crystal being obsessed.

"Dean Seurat, for I owe a great debt to my mother, and I feel a deep sense of guilt towards her. So after learning that the Soul Sacrifice Fruit could have an excellent effect on her growth, I have been looking for a message that can help her......"

Speaking of this, Raymond felt a little astringent in his mouth. He continued after drinking the cold tea in his cup. "As long as it can make Krystal whole, so that she can grow, and make her happy and happy, I am willing to put in the effort!"

The voice became deeper and lower, but the determination contained in it made Tallister smile, and the old dean Seurat, who was sitting on his lap, sighed slightly, and turned his face to look at Tallister, with an inexplicable sadness in his expression.

For a moment, the three of them stopped talking, and a faint atmosphere of sadness spread.

Raymond, who looked down at the teacup in his hand, was a little uneasy, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table.

The two of them, who were staring at the old dean Seurat and Tallister, seemed to be making eye contact after a short period of confusion, and their expressions changed a little quickly.

But neither of them spoke, but in the end, under Tallister's pleading gaze, the old dean Seurat, who had been resolute before, finally stopped insisting, sighed and patted Tallister's cheek a few times with his palm, and then turned his face to Raymond and spoke.

"Boy, although the origin of the Soul Sacrifice Fruit can tell you, and the route of how to enter the ghost plane to reach the underworld can also tell you, the difficulty of obtaining the Soul Sacrifice Fruit will be far beyond your imagination, because it is a forbidden area for all life!"

Speaking of which, the old headmaster who stared at Raymond at this point, Seurat, made sure he understood. "The area where the Soul Sacrifice Fruit is produced will be opened regularly, but there is not one in a hundred people who enter, and it is said that there are only a dozen people who can come out with the complete Soul Sacrifice Fruit in more than a thousand years, and each of these people is a plane-level powerhouse, and there is even a Soul Sacrifice Fruit close to the ancestor among them......"

According to the introduction of the old dean Seurat, the underworld of the ghost plane is an extremely strange independent plane, and the various creatures living in it are extremely powerful, and their talents are famous for their weirdness and magic in many planes.

"And if you want to enter the underworld to participate in the collection of the soul sacrifice fruit, you not only need to have the strength that is not weaker than the eighth-level wizard, but also need to have a deep understanding and perception of the power of the plane, and after entering, you must first fight against the rules there, but what kind of dangers will you face after that, even I don't know ......"

Hearing this, Raymond thought for a moment before speaking. "Dean Seurat, after releasing my true body, I will be able to have a strength no less than that of an eighth-level wizard, but I don't understand the power of the plane and the 'rules' you mentioned, please advise!"

"The power of the plane is actually an ability of the plane itself, it is invisible and traceless, but in order to ensure the survival of the plane, it will expel a creature or artifact that is beyond the tolerance of the plane, so as to ensure that the entire plane will not collapse because of these powerful creatures or artifacts!"

Speaking of which, seeing that Raymond still had doubts, Tallister, who was holding the old dean Seurat, interjected. "This is the simplest rule! Think about it, if a certain lower plane can only allow ants to survive in it, but a giant elephant wants to enter it, then such a low plane will collapse instantly due to the problem of volume, completely ruined!"

Tallister, who seemed to be strengthening his tone, made the old dean Seurat, who listened to his explanation, very dissatisfied, and complained to him very strictly. "This is a crude analogy! Tallister needs to read a good book, and I don't know how you got the token from your family!"

Tallister, who was smiling, didn't argue, but squeezed his eyes at Raymond and then tightened his left arm around the old dean Seurat, hugging her tighter.

Raymond was speechless at what was happening in front of him, and after waiting for a moment after the old dean Seurat turned his face, he continued to ask. "I roughly understand the power of the plane, but what exactly is the 'rule' you just mentioned?"

"Rules are the basis for the survival of a qiē, but they are also a kind of shackles, a kind of balance, a kind of foundation that cannot be described in words, and requires strength and realm to be raised to a certain level, and then naturally comprehended......"

In vain, the old dean Seurat, who used philosophy to tell the story, immediately made Raymond's eyes widen more and more...... (To be continued......)