It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Just as scholars in the ordinary world cannot get answers from wandering souls themselves, wizards also do not have the means to observe another deep world that may exist.Just because the unknown is always greater than the known, this discussion is originally just a paradox full of contradictions and meaningless, that is, the living can never understand what death is.

Thinking about this kind of philosophical question often does not yield any results, and Ella has no interest in answering this question that has plagued academic circles for countless years in the past and future scholars for countless years in the foreseeable future from the perspective of a dead person.

——Besides, she felt that she was not really dead yet.

Observing her own cold body from an adjacent but extremely distant distance, this experience is neither unfamiliar nor familiar to Ella.What pervades before the eyes is temperatureless, layered water flow, which lacks the buoyancy or fluidity that ordinary water bodies should have.Passing through the dark and dead water curtain, Ayla couldn't be sure whether she was looking up at her dead body at the bottom of the water, or vice versa.

The girl's long silver hair was scattered in the water, but it didn't flutter because of the water flow. It looked like a smooth and unfolded mirror.

She could feel that the short and slender body in front of her, like her own consciousness, could not be said to be truly dead. Whether it was the illusory heartbeat that might only appear for several hours or the gray-white flame that was still burning coldly, it could be proved. This point - is it possible to think that there are two different lives independently existing in "Ampsha's Death Coffin" at this moment?

She could feel those seemingly silent cells clamoring, trying to pull her consciousness back to her body from the bottom of the Styx.

She hadn't asked Dmitry how long a soulless alchemy body could survive, but judging from the time the old man used for each experiment, the shelf life of this kind of thing obviously wouldn't be too long.But as far as Ella is concerned, even if she doesn't have her own consciousness, she might push the coffin and go out on her own someday. From this perspective, she herself has become a superfluous thing, and this is obviously Abnormal.

Generally speaking, by that time, it is more likely that the body will transform into a monster due to out-of-control magic power, but Ella is not sure of this after witnessing everything in front of her.

The girl wanted to attribute this to the magic of the death coffin, but deep down in her consciousness she was still terrified by the instinct of this body.

【I can't wake up again...but】

This is indeed the right decision, Ella thought, but she felt a little confused because her brain was not located in her head now, because she didn't know why she added "but" at the end of this sentence.

She remembered that she should have made up her mind.This is the safest and most secure method. Only a complete and complete death can truly eliminate the risk, rather than waiting for an inhuman and terrifying existence to replace herself bit by bit and then harm everyone she cares about.

Ruoyouwu's traction force is gradually increasing. This is not just the physical desire and attraction for consciousness. There seems to be some force in the Styx that is repelling these two beings who still have the concept of "survival".

Several gray-white fire chains cut off the undercurrent pulling the two in the middle, and encircled Ella's consciousness body into a ball made of chains.It followed Ella's will, isolated the power of the coffin and the instinct of the flesh, and waited quietly for death.In the state of losing the body, the living soul will transform into a dead soul within a not too long period of time. Even if the environment here is very special, it will only take two or three days at most.

What surprised Ella was that even now, this magical characteristic that is suspected to be derived from the evil god will still obey her orders.She originally thought that the existence that communicated with her and even peeped at her through the Eye of Hermes would inevitably expose her fangs at this time.But now that cluster of off-white flames seemed obedient as a part of her own.

Suddenly, Ella seemed to feel that she vaguely understood something.The woman she saw on the mirror that day was indeed not an evil god. If the saint's right eye could see the past, and the left eye could see the future, then the bronze mirror called "Eye of Hermes" as the left eye , its true ability and principle should be... what is it?

The chains gradually separated all the black rivers, and Ella's thinking was interrupted by a moment of blankness.

Forget it, anyway, that is already irrelevant to her, what is more important is the decision at the moment.

【I really can't wake up again...but...】

【who I am? 】

The girl became confused, and the face that appeared in the divination began to say something again. The empty mouth opened and closed in front of her, but no sound came out.

[Am I Ella Williams or...Aphem? 】

【who I am? 】

【What is Ayla... and what is Yafum...】

【What is 'I'...】

The flame ball made of gray and white chains sank into the depths of the Styx, farther and farther away from the floating girl.

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Fetili rode through the upper town of Enoch in a carriage, a corpse horse that could not be called a living thing pulling the open carriage.Under its jet-black mane are a large amount of dry, rotten muscles and an exposed white skeleton.

It was filled with jars of spices, complex but meaningless metal ornaments, and golden rivets used to secure the structure.Unlike the skeleton horse used in Kraft Magic School, this is not a special magical creature but a strange thing invented by the Enochians.

Their principle is only to animate corpses, not to give them new life.

Any living thing in Nod will inevitably be contaminated and cursed, but obviously, corpses that only imitate the instincts of life and simple instructions contained in magic are not included in this category.

It is not easy to transport the good horses of the material world. Aside from the suffocating cost, the horses of the material world are not durable in this environment.In a few years, they will grow alienated tissues that destroy their appearance or simply die.

So except for the royal family and some important occasions that require more decency.This kind of dead horse is the more common means of movement for the nobles of Enoch.

They don't need food, they only need some resentment and blood of the dead and they can be used for a long time even after maintenance.What's more, this kind of decayed and weird gorgeousness can satisfy the unique aesthetics of most Enoch people, especially after someone pioneered the use of spices to dilute the rancidity, a finished corpse horse is enough to be inferior to their living kind Yes, the most decent car.

Along a street that gradually became clear in his memory, Fitili came to an area north of the Upper Enoch area.

Unlike the dilapidated houses in the lower city or the towering buildings with strong metal, the buildings in this area are more like a miniature version of Enoch's castle, castles or multi-storey mansions where nobles lived in the Middle Ages.

Most of the people living in this area are big families with names and surnames among the nobles, clan chiefs, or guys who hold important positions in the palace.

As the richest of the Toledo clan, the Abram family, which reached its peak of glory ten years ago with the birth of two Cain, is one of the representatives.

.Perhaps it would be rude to call it a separate castle or courtyard. Within a radius of several miles, the horse farm and the garden that retains the appearance of the material world are all one of the properties of the Abram family. Outside, there are even pure-blooded humans who can only be seen in the lower city living here as citizens.

The towering, gothic black castle gradually overlapped with the rainy buildings in Fitili's memory, which was exactly where she lived in her childhood.More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, but there has been almost no change here on the surface, as if time still stayed at that bloody coming-of-age ceremony, and at the time when Abigail Cain escaped. in one day.

There were no guards to stop the luxurious carriage pulled by the dead horse, and Fitili went straight through the blue-black carved iron gate and drove into the range of Abram's mansion.

This is unimaginable in other equal family manors, but within a few years of Nils succeeding Abram as the head of Patriarch Abram, he is the only person who bears the clan surname and has the right to speak in the parliament in this manor. one person.

He killed almost all the living people who were more or less related to him. Those who survived either had genealogy that was too remote for Nils to remember, or whose bloodline was too thin for him to look directly at. a member of.

The people who now live in the Meteor Castle are just fringe characters who think highly of themselves but are treated as a joke by everyone, or they are agents of other forces planted here.

But today, Abram's true blood has once again stepped into this territory.No matter the person concerned is proud or ashamed of this wealth, and no matter how much she loves or hates this wealth.

There are countless pairs of malicious eyes here, staring at the most undesirable owner of the Falling Star Castle in the dark.

Chapter 80 I like silence

Passing through a hill and the woodland covering it, there is another pair of black lacquered carved iron gates with a history of nearly a hundred years. The Meteorite Castle and the slender artificial river surrounding the castle are already clearly visible.The location of this large manor within a radius of several miles is very quiet, but the wide road allows the castle's carriages to reach Enoch's upper town in a short time.

A maid who was cleaning the front garden raised her head and saw the luxury carriage heading straight for the castle. The unique decay and smell of dead horses could be smelled tens of meters away.

If the time had been set not long ago, it would have been impossible for a carriage like this without an appointment or the family crest and flag to be driven into the Falling Star Castle so arrogantly.This seemingly classical and elegant manor is equipped with an Enochian city defense-level alchemy bed crossbow. Even the high-level dirty blood will be nailed to death with a three-meter-long crossbow arrow along with the defense means and left to dry in the lower reaches of the artificial river.

But with the disappearance of the master Nils in the material world, the new owners of this castle have already sold these impractical and beautiful things into platinum coins circulated by Enoch for pleasure.This can be seen from the newly added porcelain and oil paintings inside the castle in recent months, all of which are goods left by ancient nobles, or real ones from the hands of famous masters in the material world.

A beauty with long platinum blond hair in men's clothing jumped out of the carriage and landed firmly on the ground without any sway.

The maid's face turned pale, and she recalled the rumors she heard a few days ago, about the disgrace of the Abram family, the mistress of the Meteor Castle.And the similar facial contours of the other party and Niels also confirmed this.

And the man who looked like a god of death was said to have died at the hands of his sister, maybe the person who returned from the material world in front of him would be even more terrifying than the former...

"Who is managing the meteorite castle now?"

The voice of the other party brought the maid back from the terrifying memories. She hurriedly bowed and bowed, bending her waist to a full ninety degrees and replied respectfully:

"Lord Wycliffe and the other lords of the House."

Fittili looked the maid in front of her up and down, and finally convinced herself that she had never seen this person before, and she should have been rehired after she left Nod.

"Wyclif? Who is that? I don't remember such a person in the Abram family."

Fittili had no impression of the name.

The maid was smart enough to understand Fittili's meaning, which is also a necessary quality to survive in Meteor Manor.

"He is a member of the Tzimisi family. Lord Needham's wife, Noyes Abram Tzimisi, has a relationship with Lord Niles within three generations and is considered his aunt."

Fetili thought for a few seconds and had a slight impression of the name. What made her feel strange was that Nils would let that woman continue to live.

As if seeing her question, the young maid explained:

"Mrs. Noyce was protected by the Tzimissi family..."

Fittili couldn't help being a little surprised by this. Based on what she knew about Niels, it was impossible for him, who went to the material world with the consciousness of death, to give up hunting down those relatives because of this kind of verbal protection.Even if other clans or factions seek revenge afterwards, they will only find an empty meteorite castle and thin-blooded domestic servants.

So the only reason why Nils didn't do anything was - the Zimixi family had a direct combat force that made him feel afraid.

"Take me to meet them."

Feitili's tone was calm, but the maid's body couldn't help but tremble a little. In her memory, the previous owner of the castle was the same before the murder, and his tone was calm, as if he was going to enjoy afternoon tea.

Although servants of her status were not allowed to enter the castle at this time, the maid also did not dare to question Fittili's decision.

As the footsteps of the two sounded in the corridor in front of the hall, the old butler Hendler came up from the hall with a frown.Recently, the current situation has been turbulent, and the group of people gathered in the castle will only discuss the distribution of their interests, so a lot of the Abram family's affairs are on the shoulders of old Hendler.

He is almost 60 years old, which is an age for ordinary dirty blood to be close to losing control, and he will need to lie in a coffin and wait for death in a short time.But judging from the current situation, if the next owner of the castle does not continue to employ him, it will be difficult for old Hendler to have a peaceful old age.

So whether it was the newly arrived maid who violated the rules of the castle master, or some important person she couldn't stop came to the manor quietly, both of these would be troublesome for the old housekeeper.

The old man tried his best to keep his expression as normal as possible, but the woman with long platinum hair made his spirit fall into a trance for a moment.

A bottle of valuable red wine that was supposed to be delivered to the living room was smashed on the floor. Hendler didn't notice that his voice was dry and trembling:

"You...you are...Miss Abigail?"

Fitili felt that the old man in front of her looked familiar. She recalled that she had seen this old man in the castle ten years ago.Hendler was one of the few low-status filthy bloods in the Abram family who could be called human. At least he was the one who was most capable of organizing Fitili's escape back then but didn't do so.

This was probably the reason why Nils kept him. Fittili felt that the pale boy was smiling at him in a trance.

-

"It's me, I'm back."

She was not in the mood to reminisce or feel nostalgic, she just continued:

"Lead the way, let me see what kind of people are claiming to be Abram's heirs."

Abram's heir should have died a long time ago. Every member of this family, every hair and drop of blood is full of sin and filth.If anyone is willing to jump out and declare himself the heir during this time, Fittili doesn't mind taking care of the unfinished work of Niels by the way.

-

The reception room of Meteor Castle is quaint and quite historical. In addition to the starry sky and meteorite decorations used for the main body, several pieces of frosted obsidian furniture also look quite stylish.

Porcelain wares lined up on cabinets or oil paintings on walls can be sold for thousands of platinum coins in Enoch's Upper Town.And this currency rarely even appears in ordinary transactions because the amount is too large.

"I really don't know what Her Majesty the Queen thinks. How can a traitor who escaped ten years ago have the right to inherit Abram?"

A well-dressed young man stood among several sofas with exaggerated body language.

"They are really crazy. Only a lunatic would hand over the ancient and noble Meteorite Castle to a barbarian from a foreign land. No matter how noble Abigail's blood is, ten years away is enough to turn her into an innocent A pariah of taste!"

"Maybe it's because they are all women, they lack our logical thinking and rationality after all."

An older man with a serious expression commented seriously.

"The queen who always sleeps probably wants to support a vase like herself in the secret party."

"Excellent metaphor!"

The people present laughed, except for a man who was leaning quietly on the sofa.It was a middle-aged man with a short beard, that is, Lord Wycliffe as the maid said, the current owner of Meteor Castle.