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Ms. Josefini was silent for a moment, sighed, then slowly got up and walked towards the room where Meng was.

She is very calm.

Ken breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up and followed until Josefini stopped at the door and turned to look at himself.

Ken stepped forward to push the door, and when he was about to touch the doorknob, he stopped suddenly, stopped, knocked on the wood instead, and said softly: "It's me, and there are guests from afar, put down the knife."

There was a soft noise in the room.

Meng pulled open the wooden door against the wall.

Featherblade sank into the shadows behind him, like a beast withdrawing its claws.

Ken noticed: Meng with his back against the wall, using his sound feet as his primary support, was strong enough to deliver the killing blow.

"Watchful lone wolf, that's good." Josefini followed behind Ken, nodding slightly to Meng as he walked through the door.

Ken explained his purpose.

Masked looked at the white mask, looked away, and apologized to her by touching his left shoulder with his right hand.

Ms. Josefini didn't exchange greetings, she stared at Meng and pondered for a moment, and adjusted her prayer robe a little bit.

She said softly, "Please keep away from the wall and the woodwork."

Ken glanced at the Nanjiang bench next to him.

Josefini began to pray, with his palms up and his head raised to reveal his fair neck.

There was no change in the surrounding light, and there was no magnificent and dazzling magic circle unfolded, Meng suddenly floated limply in the center of the room.

Before he could react, he felt an unstoppable hurricane rising in the room, which made him unable to open his eyes and was dizzy.

Ken felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he was surrounded by strange forces, even a little "thick".

Vertigo struck, he groped to keep his balance, and his fingertips were touched by foreign objects.

Ken looked in the direction of the arm:
The wooden tables and chairs began to twist, resembling curled ferns, stretching out slender branches.

Ken unfolded the gray vision.

The moment he saw the room clearly, his heart was pounding.

Countless strands of green silk and satin surged in the room, weaving randomly, condensing on Meng's wound, and the redundant strands whipped around the room like a whip, and grew when touched by wooden products, and the branches just pulled out even sprouted shoots.

[Skill: Life Rhapsody]

Ms. Josefini turned her palms over, and the storm gradually subsided. She stood where she was, leaning on the lower edge of the mask to meditate.

Meng was gently placed in the center and woke up slowly. After a few breaths of adaptation, he quickly pressed the injured leg, but the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

Ken tentatively asked: "The elf's means can't be helped, can it?"

Josefini turned to look at him, and thought it was normal for him to see it.

On the contrary, Ken is more and more curious about her secrets. The other party has a complex identity and masters arcane skills of different races.

Josefini sighed: "Yes, the level of the source of life is too high, and it is difficult for elf secrets to break through the blockade."

She paused for a moment, only to realize that she had slipped her tongue, and hurriedly looked at Meng, and then at Ken.

The latter waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I trust him."

"Yes." Josefini said. "Otherwise, I wouldn't bother. Since this is the case, there is a plan with a better chance of winning right now."

She faced Ken and said, "Break his bones with the power of the Wasteland Tomb."

"Bone-broken superposition has been tried."

"You misunderstood." Josefini shook his head, "It is to give him the wolf spirit, reshape this body, and use the distortion caused by the wasteland tomb to correct the original error."

Josefini had seen Ken's black flames, and he expected it—his knowledge of the wasteland mounds and wolf spirits was very shallow.

The predecessors of the Sacrifice Clan had contact and cooperation with the Debunkers.

Their exploration of the beast spirit is very in-depth. Now the old mercenary in the tavern in Palotusby may mention the legend of the North Wind a hundred years ago, but in fact it is a crisis of the inheritance of the beast spirit that the Uncoverer and the Warrings jointly resolved.

Ken sat down with Meng's support.

"How do you think the beast spirit was obtained?" Josefini asked, and at the same time took out a magic potion, a green solution, which can quickly restore physical strength and eliminate the weakness caused by magic invasion.

Ken thought for a while, and talked about his duel with Feilang King, as well as the process of taming, touching foreheads, and signing the bond.

"Beast kings are easy to be born in the wild. If you tame them, you will have a chance to get a beast spirit. Even if you don't succeed at that time, you can slowly experience and meet the right opportunity, and you can still get the favor of the wasteland tomb."

Josefini explained, and then mentioned Uxenbu and Jura, who belonged to another situation.

"Blood inheritance is the most important thing, and it is also the key to the development of the animal clan to its current scale. Clans with beast spirits advocate marriage, or as blood alliance couples."

She added: "Ordinary people in the clan, there is also a probability of awakening among the offspring, and there may even be dual beast spirit owners."

Ken hesitated a little and asked, "Like a dragon?"

"Blood, the principles are very similar. From the macro perspective of the Usua continent, humans and beasts are nothing more than different races."

"Bonds and bloodlines are not suitable for Meng." Ken's voice was low.

"There is a third type, inheritance." Josefini's mask was as smooth as ceramics, and his gentle voice sounded very reliable: "Beast spirits are graded."

She paused, looked at Ken, with a trace of apology and caution under the mask, and continued: "The death of Sidi Athani has hit you hard, and the wasteland mound felt strong anger, and the wolf spirit is bloodthirsty. It is also warlike, and it resonates deeper with you, so it metamorphoses into a pitch-black flame."

Ken didn't speak, his expression was calm. He was carrying more than one life. At this time, he thought carefully for a few seconds, tried to understand her words, and continued to ask: "Meng is not a member of the Sacrificial Clan. He doesn't follow the wolf spirit. Don't believe in the Wasteland Tomb."

"But he trusts you, that's enough."

Josefini raised her palm to control a string of stars, the fire painted a warm color on her surgical robe, and she could faintly hear the whisper of magic.

She seemed to be checking on Meng's status, and at the same time reminded:
"Mr. Ken, you have already controlled the high-level wolf spirit, just like the hearth, you can give your followers a flame, let him set foot in the wasteland mound, but this is also a test for you."

"why?"

"God."

Josefini took out the new medicine and gave it to Meng to drink, and continued to explain: "Beast spirits were born from the giant Nida tree, and Shujisi built a wasteland tomb, which derived a series of power systems."

The Uncoverer holds many secrets, and also vaguely guesses his relationship with Dongmu Qiwen.

It is not believers and God, but cooperation.

It is a matter of course for Ken to master the high-level beast spirit and give his followers a kindling.

But the problem is that if the beast spirit inheritance wants to touch the wasteland tomb, it will touch Shujisi's authority.

The relationship between the gods in the north is not harmonious, and there are conflicts between beliefs.

Mother Winter takes care of Ken.

Shujisi favored Frengundur.

The believers of the two in the world are about to go to war, and it is hard to predict what the attitude of the old god will be.

Thanks to Fat Nangua for the reward, and the monthly tickets of the book friends. I am quite surprised. It turns out that one account can have so many tickets, awesome.