At midnight.
Earl's Mansion.
The snow was still falling, passing through the shattered glass dome and falling into the hall.
A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the bumpy marble floor.
Galen, whose soul had somewhat recovered, was sitting on the collapsed stairs, holding a bottle of Dongguo Soju found in the wine cellar, sipping it in small sips, looking intoxicated.
As a revenant, he cannot drink wine that has a physical body.
But he can still feel the taste, aroma and indulgence of wine, which makes him no longer trapped in reality and can forget his boring life.
Galen burped happily.
Pair the frost and snow with wine, and drink away your sorrows.
Um?
Dimly, I seemed to see two Diga walking in the door...
Galen broke out in a cold sweat and woke up immediately after drinking.
The familiar light of the magic shield, the familiar tall armor, the familiar black cloak...
Why are you two here again?
Byd, the swordsman named Harry came directly with a sack of long swords this time. There were twenty or thirty swords densely packed. It was a restock.
He slammed the bag full of swords onto the ground.
There was a clang, and Galen's scalp went numb.
He surrendered immediately: "Stop, you two gentlemen, don't do anything yet."
Galen was really scared. He tried his best to use their offensive and defensive tactics last night to no avail. His soul was about to be burned to ashes by the necromantic alchemy. Even though he had an ancient soul-replenishing artifact, he still didn't recover today. To be at your best and not be able to see Jesus for another night?
He made up his mind, if these two people still fight, I won't be polite.
I am a master adventurer, can you still catch up with me when I run?
But the magician hiding behind the armor seemed unable to understand human speech.
He started chanting mantras as soon as they met.
Galen can almost memorize this sixth-level earth element spell. He listened to it no less than a hundred times last night.
"Hey, you have no magic soul!"
If you can't stand it anymore, you must yell loudly.
Of course, Harry was just pretending.
He and Peter were much more exhausted last night than Galen, and they couldn't recover for two or three days. If they fought again, they would definitely not be able to last for a while.
But Galen was still frightened.
Seeing that the deterrent effect was achieved, Peter pretended to stop Harry from casting the spell, and then said loudly:
"Galen, we are here to negotiate."
He was confident. He had seen this episode when he was a kid, and this was how Dormammu was taken down by Doctor Strange.
Sure enough, Galen's expression relaxed a lot after hearing the negotiation.
Although evil spirits and dead souls are both ghosts, the most essential difference between them lies in the nature of the soul.
Evil spirits are the product of souls that have been distorted by some kind of spell or resentment. Their minds have become crazy, paranoid and evil, and they no longer belong to the category of "human".
The souls of the dead are simply souls that leave the body after death.
The reason is usually some strong last wishes, coupled with the fact that the deceased had an extremely powerful soul during his lifetime, which may lead to the appearance of the dead soul.
The strength of evil spirits is usually much stronger than that of the dead souls. After all, the dead souls are just the remnant souls of people after death. Without the body, the soul will eventually have its limits.
But there are exceptions, such as Galen in front of him.
Although they are both ghosts, dead souls are much easier to deal with than evil spirits.
The previous priest probably didn't know Galen's nature and thought he had encountered an evil spirit. Otherwise, simply performing a Mass for the Dead can free the souls stranded in the human world. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot violate the divine magic of the cycle of life and death.
Harry and Peter had already discussed that if the negotiations broke down, they would find a priest to convert Galen. No matter what, the Bible would be gone.
"What do you want to do? Make me move out?"
Peter shook his head.
"No."
Harry continued: "I have read records about necromantic alchemy in the Hogwarts library, and I know the general principles of this spell. Your horcrux has been controlled by someone, right? wrong?"
Galen was silent.
"How about you tell us who ordered you to murder the Count, and we can help you get rid of the control?"
Harry stepped out of his armor, wand raised.
"I swear by my magical origins."
Galen's eyes moved vaguely.
"It turns out he is a student of Hogwarts. No wonder... You go away and don't get involved in this matter anymore. I want to kill that earl myself and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
Harry and Peter looked at each other, bad.
Before arriving, Harry had imagined the worst case scenario, which was that Galen had sworn some kind of oath to his employer not to reveal their identities or related information, so the two of them would run away in vain.
The count has one day to return to Aknaits, and there is not much time left for the two of them.
For Peter, if he wanted to get in touch with the Philippian royal family, he had to seize this opportunity.
So he took a step forward.
"Otherwise, we actually know about your life."
He took out the yellowed wanted notice and said with admiration: "After learning of your glorious deeds, we are also very... um..."
Peter held up the wanted poster and compared it to Galen.
A handsome knight with a dashing figure, and a greasy uncle with a double chin.
"Is this photo of you?"
Galen glanced and recognized his wanted poster.
"it's me."
"Yeah?"
"yes."
He added: “I was still very skinny at that time.”
"walk slowly."
Peter said sternly: "Actually, to tell you the truth, I am a fortune teller - a first-level palace divination expert specially hired by the Witch King of Letania. Some time ago, I divined the appearance of the Demon King in advance, so that the experts from the Northern Continent could arrive in time. ..."
Harry:?
Peter moved closer.
"Since you are a dead soul, you must have some unfulfilled wishes, right? Do you want to try divination?"
[I am about to perform a divination for Galen Selvi. Will it cost 15,000 soul shavings? 】
The system immediately popped up a prompt.
Sure enough, even if it is a dead soul, the system can still predict it.
Galen's mouth twitched.
"You want to divine a dead man?"
Is this too abstract art?
Not only was Galen confused, but even Harry looked at him blankly.
What is this doing?
When the two discussed the worst-case scenario on the way here, Peter vowed that he still had ways to get clues about the murderer behind the scenes.
The method you mentioned is not divination, right?
Harry is amazing. They say that the highest level of a liar is to deceive yourself.
Are you sober?
Peter rubbed his hands. Although fifteen thousand soul fragments made him feel a little bit pained, if he could save the earl and get in touch with the royal family of Philip, the difficulty of conquering Youmeng Church would be greatly reduced, and it would still be worth it. .
"What's so weird about divination for the dead? I can even predict misfortunes and fortunes from monsters...magic pigs and monster pigs. Knowing the past, it's natural for me to divination for the dead."
Peter took off his hood and showed a friendly smile like an insurance salesman:
"You won't lose anything anyway, do you want to give it a try?"
Galen was silent for a moment.
As far as he knows, there is a curse in this world that can be pulled by words alone. It is not impossible to deliberately seduce himself into saying words that can become the anchor of some kind of curse. After all, he had already seen the extent of these two people's mud last night.
But since the other party has already learned that he is a dead soul, with the knowledge of the Hogwarts wizard, he should know that the priest can eliminate him by saying a mass, so why go to such trouble?
He decided to see what Peter was nagging at.
"Okay, if you want to divination, just do it."
“But I’m not going to give you any medium, and I’m not going to answer any questions you don’t want to answer.”
"Then you have to tell me what you want. Is there anything you want to know?"
"Then..." Galen was silent for ten seconds this time, "Please tell me, is my mother okay now?"
The corners of Peter's mouth couldn't help but curl up, take it!
[After deducting 15,000 soul points, there are currently 27,936 points remaining. The divination is completed. 】
