By the time Karl woke up from his sleep, it was already afternoon.
But it was different from usual. He could feel that there was someone lying next to him, and there was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.
This was different from the feeling he usually felt when he woke up alone in bed.
He supported his body with one hand and stood up, and then he saw Ceryl hugging him gently.
It is indeed this guy.
"Celiel, wake up."
Reaching out his hand and pushing Seliel, who had not yet woken up, Karl called softly.
Seliel, who was half hanging on him, yawned, stretched her hands and woke up.
Sleepily, she rubbed her face and looked at Karl beside her.
"You're awake, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
"I've had a good rest."
Karl declined this guy's invitation because he had more things to care about.
"How did the thing I asked you to do earlier go?"
"And didn't I tell you to go back to London after doing this? What if you are discovered?"
"Don't worry, I am a god after all."
Ceryl rolled her eyes at him, and then detailed what she had done to the head maid.
After listening to her narration, Karl was very glad that he had rejected this guy's temptation before, otherwise he knows what he would have done to him.
"Is it really okay for you to do this?"
"Don't you agree with me eating people casually?"
Seriel gets angry when she talks about this.
"If I devour that guy and then gain her memory, then the two of us can do whatever we want, so why would I need to go to such trouble?"
"You are just an ordinary person. I feel very guilty for doing this because of us. Can't you be a good person?"
"Oh."
Carl's reply was a sneer from Cyril.
"You have already entered this world. If you continue to have the same mortal mentality as before, you will end up sooner or later."
"Of course I know I have to change my mindset."
"No, you don't know." Seriel said seriously.
"The battles of extraordinary beings are far beyond your imagination, and are simply incomparable to what you have experienced before."
Isn't it just decisive and decisive, the ultimate egoism?
I’ve read so many novels but still don’t know this?
Karl was complaining like this in his heart, but he did not interrupt Ceryl, but listened to her story quietly.
"Just take the guy we met before as an example. Do you know what a regular necromancer was like in the past era?"
"Probably also summoning a group of skeletons?"
Karl asked tentatively.
"How do you know?" Cyril looked at him with a strange expression.
I guessed it right...
He was really the same necromancer as he remembered.
"Although you guessed it right, it's more than that."
After glancing at him, Ceryl ignored him and continued talking.
"A formally trained necromancer, in addition to summoning disease demons and enslaving skeletons, must also learn many spells, the most terrifying of which are the summoning of ghosts and targeted curses."
"I remember you said before that ghosts and other things are third-rate evil things, right?"
Karl still remembers what this guy said when describing holy water and holy salt. At that time, her words were quite contemptuous of ghosts.
"That one is an ordinary product. The ghost summoned by the Necromancer is a dangerous existence that has been specially treated."
Ceryl continued to explain.
"The body is intangible and qualityless. Without special spells or props, it is impossible to defeat them, let alone defeat them. At the same time, it can also interfere with the brains of the living and cause hallucinations. The death aura of ghosts is also very lethal to the living.
"
"It's completely different from the kind of ghost that comes from nature and can only scare people."
As she said this, she seemed to remember something again.
"By the way, don't be surprised if you see a necromancer with a two-handed giant ax in the future, chasing people everywhere. They also have a whole system of protection and physical enhancement spells."
hehe…
Melee mage?
At this time, Carl thought of Gandalf, the white-robed wizard in Lord of the Rings.
It turns out that the real mage is the same as what he saw on the Internet. He is actually a berserker who is proficient in melee combat.
"If you said that, then why did the guy we met only know a few tricks and didn't look like what you said?"
Faced with this problem, Seliel showed a complicated expression.
"Didn't you say the end of the mythical age before?"
"right."
"After the loss of the gods at the top, the ordinary extraordinary beings on the ground are no better. As time goes by, the power they can call upon becomes smaller and smaller."
"Does it mean that the mysterious power of the entire world is fading?"
"It's not fading. After the ether in the air completely disappears, there will be no conditions for casting spells."
If you put it this way, Karl would understand even less.
He clearly remembered what Cyril said before about the fall of the gods 2000 years ago, but if the mystery completely disappears after that time, then the 14th century Necromancer and the 900-year-old Persian combat skills he learned will be
What's going on?
There is a difference between fading and disappearing.
Karl immediately expressed his doubts.
"It is because of the death of gods that the ether in the body of those weak gods returned to the earth after their death. Although these ethers cannot support the survival of the higher gods, mortals can still use these ethers."
This makes the explanation clear.
"That's why those things appeared after the fall of the gods."
"That's right." Ceryl's explanation continued.
"But these ethers do not reproduce themselves, and their use by mortals gradually decreased. Until hundreds of years ago, the last ethers on the earth were drained. Since then, no extraordinary person has been born in this world."
"Then a few decades ago, somehow the world began to produce ether again, and these things began to reappear in the world. And it was only not long ago that I dared to break the seal and return to the world."
"So the necromancer we met is just a wild man. In the future, there may be people who inherit the practice of truly extraordinary power. Then the situation will be different, right?"
"It's good if you understand."
Seliel breathed a long sigh of relief and ended the introduction to this period of history.
Looking at Cyril who was leaning next to him, her quiet face seemed to be remembering something.
Karl's heart was suddenly touched by her appearance.
Then he subconsciously asked, "When the ether completely disappears, what does it feel like for you to hide in the seal?"
Ceryl was silent, with a look of loneliness on her face.
Looking at Cyril who was silent, he also guessed that the feeling of despair must be uncomfortable.
The dark dungeon paired with her beautiful face is a picture that touches the soul.
At this time, Carl looked up and found that there was food under the cell door.
This must have been delivered at noon, and I happened to be hungry.
Karl touched Ceryl's head, got out of bed and picked up the food.
Unlike before, what was delivered this time was white bread and a portion of bacon!
It seems that Cyril has done a good job as the head maid. This is not cheap food, and it definitely should not be given to prisoners.
"then."
Karl took out part of it and threw it to Ceryl.
"I don't need to eat. I am a god after all."
After catching the food, she looked at Karl suspiciously.
"I just want you to try and see if there is any poison in this food."
Karl carefully said something inappropriate.
…
Cyril's expression became extremely devastated.
Then she controlled her face hard and smiled very sweetly at Karl.
After taking two bites of bread, she finally couldn't hold back and smashed the remaining food hard on Karl's face.