Chapter 471 Soul Retrieval 2
Soul Retrieval!
The young mage An looked solemnly at the magic circle and Master O'Donnell in the magic circle.
Even as a practitioner of spiritual magic, he had only heard of it before, but was he finally going to see it with his own eyes today?
Deson Plant next to him continued to introduce:
"In the various strange stories in the mortal world and in the eyes of spellcasters from other mage sects, spellcasters like us are often very mysterious, but what they don't know is that spells related to the soul are very dangerous, and are harmful to the recipients. This is true for the practitioner, and it is also true for the caster. "
"Perhaps, some people may think that we can directly break the target's mental barrier, invade the opponent's sea of consciousness, and easily spy on it. The target's thoughts and will can even modify the opponent's consciousness and turn them into obedient slaves."
Desen Plant said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "But what they don't know is, This is two-way. When the other person's mental barrier disappears in front of you, your own mental barrier also disappears in front of the other person. When the other person's sea of consciousness is exposed in front of you, your own sea of consciousness is also in front of the other party. Exposed."
Desen Plant tilted his head slightly: "Andy!"
"Mr. Plant."
The young man also withdrew his gaze from the magic circle and turned to Dessen Plant.
Desen: "The reason why I tell you this in this almost self-exposed way is because I hope that we can jointly carry forward spiritual magic without any differences between factions, especially because of the two of us. The conflict between the mentors..."
Hearing this, the boy's pale face turned red with excitement.
"I will definitely abide by your teachings."
Andy knew that his mentor and Dessen's mentor O'Donnell didn't get along very well on weekdays, and they were arguing about who was the right one. He was the first spiritual spellcaster, and there was a lot of trouble over several issues such as which method was better to cast spells on the target through a medium such as brain worms or directly apply spells to the target.
In particular, the title of the first spiritual spellcaster directly determines whether he can occupy a place in the ten-man group, the highest organization of the Secret Law Society.
Eventually...or so far, Master Odenel holds this title, and he himself becomes a member of the Ten.
"All the masters - even my mentor - think highly of you. You should make good use of this advantage and absorb the advantages of each faction...Huh? Someone is coming."
Desen Plant stopped preaching and looked at the stairs leading to the ground.
"Father" carried Sommeret, who had collapsed into a ball, down the stairs.
Dessen laughed and joked: "It seems you didn't pry his mouth open."
The "Father" didn't say a word, came to the magic circle, threw Somoret away, turned and left.
Desen gestured to Andy: "Come on, help me."
The two lifted Somolet and placed it opposite Odenel. within the circular area in the middle of the rectangle.
“Although he is still tight-lipped, he has been mentally tortured a lot, which is good and can reduce the difficulty of soul retrieval.”
Master Odenel, who was still squatting on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at the target placed in the magic circle with sharp eyes.
"Mentor." Dessen asked: "Is there no problem? A killer who has been loyal to the Dias family for many years may know many amazing secrets." O'Donnell shook his head, his pupils shining brightly , said lightly: "No need, I have the confidence."
A thought flashed through the deepest part of Dessen Plant's mind - the arrogant old man , I hope you will be washed away by other people's consciousness and become an idiot.
His face remained motionless, hiding his previous thoughts very well. Then he bowed humbly in front of his mentor and pulled Andy back to the place where he was standing just outside the magic circle.
As he and Andy left the magic circle, Master O'Dennell began his actions.
He whispered obscure words in his mouth, and his hands kept changing various postures.
Desen stood up again and said: "The next step is a two-person card game."
Andy was very confused: "A card game?"
"Yes. Yes, the card game. This is not a very appropriate metaphor, but it can indeed use certain elements in the card game to explain the game of the soul.”
Dessen explained to him: "The pieces of memory information in the souls of both parties are their respective cards. The outcome depends on two factors, one is the number of cards, and the other is the size of the cards."
" The number of cards is easy to understand, that is, the amount of information in memory. If you face an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years - if there is such an old monster, then the information gushes out from his sea of consciousness. The torrent will be terrifying and huge. Facing such a torrent, if you are not well prepared, your mental barrier will be destroyed in an instant. "
"However, although people are constantly receiving information while they are alive, But the amount of information does not entirely depend on the accumulation of age. This involves another factor - the size of the card, which involves many aspects, such as the impact of a certain piece of memory information on the person who sees it. ...How to say... [Extreme] level."
"Uh...Mr. Plant." Andy interjected: "Are you talking about the breadth and depth of a person's knowledge?"
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Desen Plant was silent for a short while, and then said slowly: "Andy, you have grasped the essence of the matter. Please forgive me for the confusion that my not-so-appropriate metaphor may have caused you."
"No, Mr. Plant." Andy responded: "Your metaphor still helps me understand."
"Okay, let's continue talking about the breadth and depth of our knowledge."
“Breadth and depth are relative, that is, they depend on the gap between the performer and the recipient. What is said below is based on your and my knowledge.”
“ An ordinary farmer may never leave his village in his whole life. What he faces every day is the monotonous three meals a day and boring repetitive labor. The longest journey in his life is between the doorstep of his home and the field. Wandering, the other people he knew were all ignorant and ill-informed villagers like him, and most of the discussions were about trivial matters in the village. So even if he lived for decades, his knowledge would be short-sighted. The spirit and soul are poor, and his so-called sea of consciousness is just a small puddle, not worth mentioning."
"An ordinary nobleman's territory may include several villages, and he occasionally manages the territory. He handles government affairs and revenue and expenditure, adjudicates lawsuits for the people, holds parties and hunts with other nobles in nearby territories every now and then. He has his own channels to learn about wars in distant places and changes in the country's top leadership, which may happen in his life. He had a few opportunities to meet his king or fight with the king. His knowledge was much better than that of the peasants under his rule, but that was all. His so-called sea of consciousness was a lake, calm but slightly turbulent."
"An experienced adventurer, he has been adventuring all his life. He has enjoyed fantastic and magnificent scenery, found heart-stopping treasures, experienced extremely bizarre stories, encountered dangers of near death, and even shouldered countless burdens. His knowledge is broader and deeper than the previous two. His sea of consciousness is a meandering river, broad and rapid. "
At this time, Dessen Plant originally realized. His expressionless face turned serious.
"Okay, although the above three people have different levels of knowledge, I assume that they are not as good as you and me as the benchmark. As long as we prepare carefully, we can still cope with it. However, I The next two levels of people, their soul sea will be fatal to you and me.”
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