Wizard

The tea time that was messed up before, the parasol was lifted and erected, the small table was cleaned up, the tea set was re-arranged, and the tea was refilled before it continued. DM

But not only did one more person sitting at the small table, but the person who took care of all this had also changed from Talister to the old dean Seurat.

After leaving Lemmon with such a comment that made his heart pick up, the old Dean Shura, who was ruddy and even looked brisk, seemed to restore his youth and vitality. After Te sat in the chair before her, he curled up his hair and rolled up his sleeves and started busy.

And Talister, who tied his loose long hair into a ponytail, sat down and picked up the teacup used by the old dean Sura, and followed the old dean with a smile like a male host. Seurat's figure, although he was still kneading his neck with his other hand, his expression was gentle and his eyes were a little hot.

Facing such an old man with long beard, long hair, wrinkled face, and skinny figure, he would have such an expression. The anxiety that had occurred in Raymond's heart was replaced by the extreme sense of disobedience, which naturally changed his expression. It is as weird as it is.

But Talister, whose sight has been following the figure of the old dean, Xiula, stood up and greeted her after she was finished, hugged her up in her a little embarrassed scream, and laughed. He sat down again with her in his arms.

The overwhelmed chair squeaked "sh", and he blinked and turned his eyes back to the cup of hot tea on the table. Raymond decided to treat all of this as an illusion. Otherwise, the image of the dean of the Hongze Wetland Wizarding Academy in his mind will completely collapse and will never be restored!

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

Raymond's opening finally separated the two who were tired of being together a little bit, but the old principal Seurat who was still sitting on Talister asked immediately. "What do you think the true spirit projection is?"

"True Spirit Projection is one of the natural abilities of the creature's true spirit on the Chaos Plane, similar to the fusion of clone art and puppet art..."

After repeating the introduction of the true spirit from Silas, Lord of the Desert, Raymond looked at the old dean Sura and said. "But the girl Becky is a life in a picture of a girl by the stream. In my opinion, it should be a life form condensed by spiritual fluctuations..."

"I really haven't seen what the true spirit looks like in person, but there are some characteristics that the girl has after she appeared. It is more than 60% similar to the true spirit projection..."

The old dean Sura, whose cheeks were flushed but his eyes became serious, seemed to care about it very much. After counting the characteristics she knew, she did not go on talking, but looked at it again. Raymond asked. "Pure spiritual body, where did you get or find it?"

"Uh...she should be considered my daughter..."

Raymond's reply made Talister, who had been silent for a while, laughed. But the old Dean Xiura, who was also forbearing handsomely, just after thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up but frowned, and then he waited for Leimen's explanation with a probing look.

Since Cristal was involved, Raymond retelled those things that had happened without concealing it, and because of the understanding of the pure spiritual body shown by the old dean, Seurat, he took the current situation. Ristel belongs to a situation of obsession. All have also been explained in detail.

"President Seura, because I owe my mother a lot, and I feel deeply guilty to her, so after learning that the fruit of the soul sacrifice can have an excellent effect on her growth, I have been looking for help All her messages..."

When it came to this, Raymond felt a bit astringent in his mouth. After drank the cold tea in the cup, he continued. "As long as it can make Crystal complete, enable her to grow, and make her happy and happy, I am willing to make all efforts!"

The voice is getting lower and lower. But the determination contained in it made Talistt's smile twisted, and the old chief, Seurat, who was sitting on his lap, sighed slightly, turned his face to stare at Talister, with an expression. There is an inexplicable sadness.

The three of them stopped talking for a while, and a faint sad atmosphere spread.

Leimen lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand, feeling a little restless, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously.

The old Dean Seurat and Talister, who were staring at each other, seemed to be communicating with each other after a brief period of loss, and their expressions changed a bit quickly.

But neither of them spoke out, but in the end, under Talister's pleading gaze, the old Dean Sura, who was still determined before, finally stopped insisting. After a long sigh, he palmed his hand. After tapping Talister on the cheek a few times, he turned his face to face Raymond and opened his mouth.

"Boy, although the origin of the fruit of the soul sacrifice can tell you how to enter the ghost plane and the route to the underworld can also tell you, but the difficulty of obtaining the fruit of the soul sacrifice is far beyond your imagination, because there are all Forbidden zone of life!"

Speaking of this, the old dean, Seurat, who was staring at Raymond, explained it after he was sure he understood. "The area where the fruit of the soul sacrifice is produced will be opened regularly, but there is no one who enters, and those who can come out with a complete fruit of the soul sacrifice are said to have only a dozen people in a thousand years. Each of these people It's a plane-level powerhouse, and there is even an existence close to the ancestor..."

According to the introduction of the old dean Sura, the underworld of the ghost plane is a very unique independent plane. The various creatures living in it are extremely powerful, and its talents are very famous among many planes. of.

"If you want to enter the Netherworld to participate in the gathering of the fruits of the soul sacrifice, you not only need to have the strength not weaker than the eighth-level wizard, but you also need to have a deep understanding and understanding of the power of the plane, and after entering, you must first Confronting the rules there, but what kind of obstacles will be faced later, even I don’t know..."

Hearing here, Raymond thought about it for a moment before speaking. "Dean Seurat, after releasing my real body, I will be able to possess the strength no less than an eighth-level wizard, but I don't understand the power of the plane and the ‘rules’ you mentioned. Please enlighten me!"

"The power of the plane is actually an ability possessed by the plane itself. It is invisible and has no trace. However, in order to ensure the survival of the plane, all creatures or artifacts beyond the tolerance of the plane will be expelled. Make sure that the entire plane will not collapse because of these powerful creatures or artifacts!"

Speaking of this, Raymond still had doubts, but Talister, who was holding the old dean Seurat, intervened. "This is the simplest kind of 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, it is such a low-level plane. The plane will instantly collapse due to the volume problem, completely destroyed!"

Talister, who seemed to be strengthening his tone, made the old dean, Seurat, who listened to his explanation so dissatisfied, and complained at him extremely seriously. "Such a metaphor is too crude! Talister, you need to study well, and you don't know how you got that token from your family!"

Talister, who smiled happily, didn't argue, but after squeezing his eyes at Lei Meng, the left arm that was holding the old dean's Xiu pulled suddenly tightened, holding her tighter.

The crookedness that happened in front of him made Raymond speechless. After waiting for a moment, after the old dean Xiura turned his face, he continued to ask. "I roughly understand the power of the plane, but what is the ‘rule’ you mentioned just now?"

"Rule is the basis of all existence, but it is also a shackle, a balance, a foundation that can not be described in words, and requires strength and realm to be raised to a certain degree..."

The old dean, Shura, who used philosophy to speak in vain, immediately made Raymond’s eyes wider and wider...

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