"...maybe there were special items or events that caused me to be left behind and not participate in the ceremony, and the dedication went smoothly, but we didn't notice it?"
Porphys reluctantly tried to repeat Citalopram's words.
This long and complex sentence is too difficult for a man who is only over a thousand years old to understand.
After all, Citalopram does not speak Elvish.
The two of them can have a dialogue only because Citalopram, as a half-dead daughter, can talk to all ghost spirits. But this dialogue itself is still very reluctant...
As a user of the descendant language, Citalopram can basically understand what Porfis says; while Porfis listens to Citalopram, which is basically equivalent to using artificial intelligence translation software for simultaneous interpretation communication.
Citalopram repeated it twice more, and Porfis finally understood what Citalopram meant.
Porphys tilted her head and fell into deep thought: "If you must say..."
"Really?"
Seeing that Porphys was deep in thought, Citalopram asked in surprise.
She just followed Si Anke's instructions and asked tentatively.
It seems like the first sentence revealed something?
"Maybe there is..."
Porphys bit her thumb and thought with a frown on her face: "I don't remember very clearly... Come with me."
"Oh, by the way, Porphyris."
Citalopram struck while the iron was hot: "I came here to collect a magical material called 'Frost Whisperer's Eternal Frozen Blood'. Do you know where it can be found?"
"Do you have any friends who want to become Frost Whisperers?"
Porphys was a little surprised: "You need to have the element affinity of the frost field, right?"
"He should be fine."
Citalopram answered uncertainly: "He is the heir to the Principality of Winter..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Let alone the Principality of Winter, I don't even recognize the Kingdom of Winter..."
Porphys said helplessly: "What I know about the outside world now is the chats of the little wizards who come here..."
"Then do you know Grandma?"
"...cold-blooded lady, I definitely know."
Pofisi said with some nostalgia: "My mother even collected a portrait of my grandmother before. I saw that painting when I was a child. The grandmother in the painting can move, talk and roar. This kind of movement
In our time, only Ya Weng could paint such paintings... Can you do this now?"
"...No, at least I haven't seen it."
Citalopram was silent for a while before replying "No" against his will.
She almost said, "Yes, I see them every day, but we usually call these movable paintings gifs."
"Um……"
Porphys looked at Citalopram with some suspicion, obviously seeing Citalopram's wavering and hesitation, but she cleverly avoided the topic and continued: "Later, in order to store the holy bones, my mother took that
The painting was sold to a dragon...in exchange for forty active dragon blood."
"What are the holy bones?"
Citalopram suddenly heard a term that he had never heard of or even seen on the forum.
And under the prompts from Dove and Si Anke, the number of players watching her live broadcast suddenly increased sharply.
Like the old man in the monitoring room, Annan, who had several windows lined up in front of him, also focused his attention.
He had never heard the word either.
Sounds a bit like a relic or something...
"It's normal that you haven't heard of this. I've only heard of it once or twice."
Bophy replied without any hesitation.
She glanced at Citalopram, thought for a while and asked: "Do you know anything about the saints of your time?"
"...No, I don't understand at all."
Citalopram shook his head.
Porphys made a grimace: "Do we have to start from the beginning... You always know the principle of the curse, right?"
Should I know... or should I not know?
"...Ah, I roughly know."
Citalopram paused and replied softly.
Porphys breathed a sigh of relief and then explained: "Generally speaking, saints refer to those great sages who disclose their curses to everyone. Because there are so many secret keepers, their souls will hardly
be eroded.
"But not all people who disclose their curses can become saints... because many people do not disclose their curses because they have outstanding willpower and excellent moral character. More often, it is because they are insignificant.
Even because their spells are difficult to exploit.
"If they want to become a saint, they must first reach the 'dyeing' position and complete the dyeing of their souls. After that, they will perform the contract of the saint and integrate the holy bones into their bodies.
"Every time the number of secret keepers increases tenfold, the increased corrosion rate in nightmares or when using forbidden power will be reduced by half; and because they are protected by the power of the oath, their resistance to the curse from the ritual will also increase.
Sex, the extraordinary beings born based on the power of the curse can hardly cause harm to the saints.
"In this technology, the holy bones themselves will also provide the saints with powerful power, which comes from the power stored in the holy bones of the saints of previous generations."
"...sounds strong."
Citalopram is a bit exciting.
Kind of like...a magic seal?
But Porphys shook her head: "It is indeed very strong, but holy bones are very rare. In our time, there were only six holy bones... and not everyone can identify with the holy bones.
"If the saints deviate from the saint's contract, the power gained from the holy bones will be lost. And if the saints continue to follow the holy contract, they will... gradually be feared by others."
"……Why?"
Citalopram felt a little strange about this statement.
If the saints are the strongest supernatural beings walking on earth who make their weaknesses known to the public in order to purify nightmares... people should love them more than fear them.
Porphys sighed and explained: "The theme of the Holy Skeleton will not change, but in order to gain the approval of the Holy Skeleton, a sacred contract must be established that can convince the Holy Skeleton. You can understand it as... the Holy Skeleton is
A kind of 'heritable' divine status.
"The original holy bones were what was left after the death of a sage who voluntarily gave up the sublimation ceremony and disclosed the curse after his own truth was completely perfected. The holy bones are the crystallization of the soul and the book of truth. And the subsequent ones
The bones of the saints are just future generations of sages who repeat the deeds of these sages.
"Therefore, the concept held by the Holy Skeleton itself cannot be completely positive. The Holy Contract was created to restrain this curse. It is the highest level of curse...the ultimate form of the power of the 'oath'.
"The gods will also make a sacred contract at the end of the sublimation ceremony. But they usually only tell their own popes about that sacred contract, and it is passed down by the popes from generation to generation. But the saints will make their own
The Holy Deed is made public...but no matter how beloved a saint is, there will always be opponents.
"For example, there was a saint in our time. The theme of his holy bones was 'mercy'. And he himself was indeed a good person... even a bad person. Even if he was an enemy, he would
Forgive them and try to save them; he would rather endure the suffering himself than save others from hell... He crossed the living desert and arrived in the empire, with the purpose of helping more people."
"Sounds like a great guy."
Citalopram said.
She added in her mind: "I always feel like there are still three apprentices around me."
"But the sacred contract he made was 'I swear never to kill anyone'. But he was eventually angered by a very excessive evil person... The moment he had the intention to kill, the Holy Skeleton abandoned him.
."
...It sounds like the judgment of this holy skeleton is a bit silly.
Or should we blame this benevolent saint for making the holy covenant for himself too harsh?
Citalopram frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.
She was silent for a while and then asked: "So, the holy bones here..."
"...Do you still remember what I just said about the origin of the first holy skeleton?"
Miss Porfis asked rhetorically.
Citalopram's heart moved and he was surprised: "No way..."
Porphys nodded and admitted straightforwardly.
"What my mother got back then was the first holy skeleton in history.