Chapter 112 Corrupted Soul Essence
Hearing Raven’s question, Eric’s face suddenly turned red: “…Mr. Gordon told me to think of a way to urge you, a member of the Slater family. It would be better for the special envoy to meet him as soon as possible."
"But what I said is true. ! I definitely didn’t mean to trick you!”
Leaven smiled and shook his head: “Okay, I don’t blame you.”
“When the holiday ends tomorrow, you can just send the soldiers away. Integrate them into four teams and seize the time to get back together.”
"Yes! Lord Baron!" Eric stood up and bowed before leaving.
Looking at Eric's back, Raven shook his head.
He understood what Old Gordon was thinking. This retainer definitely did not want to offend the Slater family.
But Raven also has his own plans.
First of all, his soldiers need to rest and recuperate. Having just finished a war and pulling people away will definitely have an impact on morale.
Secondly, there are political considerations.
Raven had just come back from the Bloody Highlands, and he barely took a few breaths. If he rushed to see that "Eberron", it would be too much.
My family knows that the soldiers under Raven are indeed elite, but they are too few in number and lack extraordinary skills. If they are thrown into a battle involving thousands or tens of thousands of people, they will not even be a splash. Can't splash out.
If the province of Nord was to make a comeback for a small baron like him, it would be better for him to die, and he might as well just turn around and surrender to the hands of death.
On the other hand, if the Slater family is really in danger, then it is even more important to have a strong tone. There are not many opportunities to bargain with big nobles.
After sitting in a daze for a while, Raven stood up and went straight to the dungeon.
The environment in the dungeon is almost the same as before leaving, except that it has been cleaned up and looks cleaner, and the long-lasting smell of blood has also disappeared.
His fingers touched the belt, and with a flash of light, a box appeared in Raven's hand.
This contains the second-order magic core looted from Heleti.
The strengthening of Raven's body by the first-order magic core has reached its limit and can no longer have any effect. Now, it depends on the effectiveness of the second-order magic core.
After preparing the crystal bottle, Raven chose a second-level bloody magic core. He squeezed it slightly with his fingers, and the magic core shattered, and the rich energy flowed out.
If the energy contained in the first-order magic core is smoke, then the second-order magic core is fog, with a more solid quality and texture.
In contrast, there are more rotten soul essences in them and they are more concentrated.
Taking a slight breath, a trace of silver light appeared in Raven's eyes. Under the operation of the Eye of Truth, the scarlet energy mist in the air poured into the center of the eyebrows, and the rotten soul essence flowed into the crystal bottle. inside.
A red mark spread out between Raven's eyebrows. At this moment, Raven felt like there was a branding iron stamped on his forehead!
The defense line maintained by mental power almost collapsed.
The severe pain disappeared in an instant, and then the burning feeling spread from the center of his eyebrows, crawling through every inch of Raven's skin, and the itching feeling spread, as if there were swarms of ants crawling along The capillaries are climbing and biting!
Leaven could only breathe calmly, his chest rising and falling sharply, digesting this feeling.
Perhaps because he is now a magician, Raven can clearly feel that his body is changing under the influence of these energies.
The muscles cracked, bleeding stains appeared, and then healed again under the influence of energy. Although the appearance did not change, it contained more powerful energy than before.
The inner walls of the blood vessels are thickening, the heartbeat is slowly slowing down, and the blood being pumped is getting stronger and stronger, making the blood flowing in the blood vessels like flood water rushing through the ditch.
The bones have also become closer, and the small gaps and cracks are closing little by little. If it was like a tree trunk before, it is now like smooth jade.
"Huh..."
Opening his mouth and spitting out a breath of turbid breath that smelled slightly of blood, Raven felt much more relaxed.
He thought again of the prophecy made by the witch "Anno".
Raven originally refused to believe this kind of thing, but Lux's prophecy could indeed be said to have come true, and Annuo had shown a power beyond his understanding. To say that he didn't believe it would be a bit self-deceiving.
Annuo calculated that as long as he left the Bloody Highlands, he would definitely face a life-and-death crisis, which he did not dare to take lightly.
But Annuo doesn’t think that he has the Eye of Truth and can use magic core to strengthen himself, right?
The card "Death" can certainly refer to death, but in Raven's opinion, it more points to the cult "Hand of Death".
Thinking like this, Raven touched the second second-order magic core, but finally let go of his finger.
Haste makes waste, it would be ridiculous if he couldn't withstand the energy of the second magic crystal and exploded to death.
He turned around and left the dungeon. As soon as he opened the door, a fat face suddenly appeared in front of Raven.
"I'll go!" Raven was almost startled, and then he felt relieved when he saw clearly that it was Vesdon: "What are you doing here?"
"This is not waiting. Brother." Vesdon licked his lips and smiled flatteringly: "There is one thing that I need you to nod over."
Leaven closed the dungeon door and walked upstairs: "What? Something?”
"That's it... that's it..." Vesdon followed Raven, scratching his head with his left hand: "Look, when will you give me the three thousand gold coins?"
Leaven was stunned for a moment: "What three thousand gold coins?"
"That's it...didn't I say before that whoever becomes a pioneer will be given three thousand gold coins." Vesdon looked at Raven's face carefully.
"Oh! This, I remembered it." Raven had a look of surprise on his face, but just when Vesdon was ready to receive the reward, Raven's face became serious again. Standing up: "No."
"Huh?" Vesdon's face was full of disappointment: "Why, my lord brother!?"
"You've just turned fifteen, why do you need so much money?" Raven said matter-of-factly: "And it's so chaotic outside now. I'll give you these three thousand gold coins. Where will you spend them? All of them will be thrown at the Pink Mansion?"
"This..." Vesdon was speechless for a moment.
Leaven's expression softened: "Weisdong, it's not that I don't want to part with these three thousand gold coins, it's just that you are too young. Giving you so much money will only hurt you!"< br>
"Well, let me save these three thousand gold coins for you first. I don't want any interest. When you get married, I will return them to you."
"Huh? "Vestong's eyes widened and he didn't understand everything.
Isn’t my money stored with you? Why should I pay you interest?
"If you don't have any money now, here it is." Raven counted three copper coins from the purse, took Vesdon's hand and patted his palm: "No, take it to buy something. Eat!"
After that, he turned around and walked upstairs.
Three thousand gold coins turned into three copper plates. Vesdon was about to cry without tears. He looked at Raven's back and then at the palm of his hand. He sighed helplessly and put the copper plates back into his pocket. inside.
Something is better than nothing!
After such an episode, Raven's mood improved a little.
I thought nothing would happen today, but as soon as I returned to the study and wanted to do some paperwork, I saw Margaret standing in the corner of the room, her head lowered and her hair hanging down. It's like a female ghost-style floor lamp. "What are you standing there for? Turn around."
Margaret's voice buzzed: "...I don't dare."
"Turn around. " Raven emphasized again.
"Then, please don't blame me, Lord Baron." As a warning, Margaret moved her ankles and then slowly turned around.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Raven was almost scared out.
I saw that the skin on Margaret's face seemed to have melted, and the corners of her eyes and mouth were drooped, revealing large patches of red. Her eyes almost disappeared, but her big mouth looked extremely ferocious.
Leaven's eyelids twitched: "...you took a bath with holy water?"
Margaret quickly shook her head: "No, Lord Baron, I just..."
Seeing this, Raven quickly moved his eyes away: "You'd better turn around first, I have to eat tonight."
Margaret's face moved back to the corner and began to introduce herself aggrievedly. What happened.
It turns out that just last night when Raven worshiped his ancestors, Margaret felt tremendous pressure and strong impact.
She also knew that Raven went to worship his ancestors. She guessed that this behavior aroused the curse on Raven, and thought that as long as it passed, it would be fine.
But she didn’t expect that although the strong feeling at that time had passed, the power of the curse that flowed to her by the way was still lingering, making her almost exhaust her energy before she finally managed to Digested, but doing so also damaged her origins and caused her strength to drop a lot.
Although it has not fallen back to the first level, this skin is about to be unsustainable.
"This...I can't help you." Raven shrugged: "How about you make do with it first, so you don't see many people?"
Margaret's strength is damaged, how much does Raven have? He was also a little regretful, but he wouldn't feed his people into Margaret's mouth just for this reason.
"Sir, you can help me." Margaret whispered: "And you are the only one who can help me with this matter..."
Leaven became alert: "You What do you want?”
"...Corrupted soul essence."
As soon as these four words came out, Raven's pupils suddenly tightened, and he looked at Margaret with evil eyes: "How much else do you know?"
< br>Margaret realized that she had touched Raven's secret, and trembled. Said: "Lord Baron, I just accidentally discovered that you... can peel off and store the essence of rotten souls from the magic core. I have never told anyone!"
Raven's face turned slightly, Ma Grete was completely under her control, she couldn't lie to herself.
"Don't mention it to anyone in the future." After a simple instruction, Raven asked: "What effect does the rotted soul essence have on you?"
"That's it, Lord Baron..." It was a secret of her own that Margaret didn't want to say, but since Raven asked, she had to tell it.
Except for divine-blood witches like Anno, most witches, like Margaret, are born with strong negative energy.
This energy can also be used to cast magic, so it is okay to call it "magic", but its essence is closer to fighting spirit or the innate energy of Warcraft.
The rotten soul essence is one of the negative energies, and it is very pure. It is a fatal poison for living creatures such as humans, elves, orcs, but for witches or undead creatures , is a very precious supplement.
That’s why Margaret asked Raven for help, because she needed to use rotted soul essence to replenish her origin.
After a moment of weighing, Raven took out a crystal bottle from his belt and threw it at Margaret's feet: "Take it."
Margaret quickly leaned over and held the crystal bottle firmly in her hand.
She put her nose to it and took a deep breath. Immediately, the purple-black breath flowed out of the crystal bottle and penetrated Margaret's facial features.
"Ah——"
A soothing voice flowed out of Margaret's throat, and the "painted skin" began to stick back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although it has not reached the level of vividness before, it is much better than the old face that looks like a melting candle.
"You should take this bottle of rotten soul essence first." Raven lowered his voice: "But you are not allowed to show it in front of anyone, and you are not allowed to use it on anyone behind my back."
"Yes, Lord Baron." Margaret bowed and saluted, with a smile on her lips, and turned to leave.
"Wait." Raven stopped her: "How much do you know about the elves?"
"Not much, Lord Baron." Margaret replied seriously : "But the curse on you does come from the elves. This is absolutely true."
"...Go down."
Margaret retreated, sat at the desk, opened the dictionary written in Elvish language, and her eyes fell on the line "curse".
The Elvish explanation of this word is: a spell with endless hatred and malice that is activated at the cost of souls and lives.
Raven sighed.
The information on hand is still too little. I don’t know if Lux has more books about the elves.
Just as I was thinking about this, the door suddenly opened, and a strong scent of roses came to my face.
Raven knew that Denise had arrived without even looking.
The white arm placed the dinner plate in front of Raven, and poured him a glass of angel tears with his own hands.
Raising the wine glass, Raven savored it carefully.
The wine is mellow and smooth, and combined with the aroma of roses in the air, it relaxes Raven's nerves, and a smile unconsciously appears on the corner of his mouth.
Denise's voice sounded from behind: "I'm here to deliver dinner to you in person, and you just focus on drinking?"
"No, what I drink is not wine." Raven slowly shook his head: "I drink It's night."
"Night? What night?" Denise was confused.
A smile appeared on Raven's lips:
"I miss your juice."
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(End of this chapter)