The coldness on Annan's body gradually dissipated, and his skin returned to its original color.
Only the courtyard was left frozen in the rain, and the Viscount's mansion was still burning with flames.
Seeing Annan frozen in place, staring intently at Gerald's body, there was no expression on his face, only the firelight was dancing... Salvatore couldn't help but patted his shoulder.
"Are you okay, Don Juan?"
Seeing Annan like this, Salvatore began to regret a little.
Although Don Juan Geraint is very talented, he is just a child after all. And as Bishop Daryl said, this is not his hatred...
Perhaps, you should still do it yourself.
"……Um?"
Annan raised his head and looked at Salvatore with some confusion.
Then Annan responded quickly.
...Oh, I forgot to change my expression.
The CPU usage is too high when thinking, and the application called "Overlay Acting" may stop responding without knowing why...
So Annan shook his head slightly, and a slightly solemn but resolute expression naturally appeared on his face: "No, I'm fine.
"I was just thinking about something else...don't worry about me."
This is indeed true.
What he was just thinking about was why he was so awesome.
perhaps.
"...Okay, then it'll be fine."
Although he still felt something was wrong, Salvatore also realized that Annan didn't want him to ask questions, so he wisely stopped.
Probably, Don Juan wanted to take this opportunity to exercise his mind.
Salvatore thought so.
After all, the Geraint family is facing a disaster, and those who are too weak cannot survive.
He could see that Annan was very kind, rational, selfless and upholding justice - but for a qualified nobleman, this was not a good character. It could not save him from disaster.
...But that doesn't matter.
Salvatore thought to himself.
Because he is the chosen son of the Black Tower of this generation.
All power in this world comes from curses. The Wizard's Tower is no exception.
In fact, every wizard tower is a top-level charm.
They are the most loyal charms and the most fickle charms.
Because the Wizard Tower has almost no price, it only requires the tower owner to stay in the tower, and it will continuously provide the tower owner with eternal life... The age of the tower owner will also be locked in this year.
This is a blessing and a prison.
——But the wizard tower will only obey the wizard with the strongest talent.
This means that once a more powerful wizard enters the tower, its ownership will change, and the previous tower owner will be released immediately. And the stronger wizard becomes the new tower owner.
Some tower owners will exile or even kill talented young wizards in order to obtain false immortality. But more tower owners desperately hope that someone can rescue them and give themselves freedom...
In the latter case, a "Son of the Tower" will be born. In the case of Zedi Black Tower, the full name of Black Tower Son is actually "The First Successor of Zedi Black Tower".
The inheritance of Zedi Black Tower is the transformation sect, and Salvatore is the most talented one in the transformation sect, more talented than the tower master back then. This means that he may have the opportunity to become Bita in the future.
The master's more powerful transformation wizard...and then he will follow the contract to take over and release the former master of the black tower.
As a supplement to the contract, after Salvatore advances to Silver, he will begin to enjoy lofty privileges. The higher his level, the greater the privileges.
By that time, it would be a simple matter to protect the son of an earl——
Even the king would never try to offend the owner of the Black Tower.
The transformation sect is the wizard who is best at large-scale warfare. The Kingdom of Noah needs to rely on these transformation wizards to defend against the invasion of enemy countries... not to mention the security issues within its own country after offending these big bombers.
Transforming wizards is not as straightforward as destroying wizards. Something is wrong somewhere. But they may make big news at any time...
Salvatore had made up his mind.
As the price for taking away the cursed items and bindings, after he advances to silver and officially becomes the son of the Black Tower, he will immediately bring a group of elite wizards to Frozen Water Port to protect his innocent and kind friend...
…
Thinking of this, he felt that the guilt of letting Don Juan kill people was greatly reduced.
"According to the agreement, I will absorb his spell..."
Salvatore said softly and stepped forward: "Remember to assist me."
"good."
Annan responded simply and neatly.
Although he didn't know how to help, he agreed first and then talked about it.
Salvatore stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Gerald's body.
The edge of his palm silently ignited a blood-red flame, quickly melting Annan's ice.
Annan looked at it and suddenly realized something was wrong.
...No, that doesn't seem to be melting.
Instead, under this strange flame, the ice was transformed into black smoke, thereby disintegrating the ice.
This black smoke seems to be similar to Benjamin's transformation creation at a certain stage, but part of it has been skipped...
While Annan was thinking wildly, Salvatore quickly melted the ice, revealing Gerald's left hand.
Annan also looked over attentively, intending to see how Salvatore absorbed the curse.
I saw Salvatore reaching out to pick out the bronze necklace from his collar, holding it with his left hand, and pressing his right hand on Gerald's silver ring, chanting in a low voice:
"I place a curse here -
"I will inherit the oath you made and bear the curse you carried..."
After speaking, he closed his eyes and moved his lips slightly.
This should be to be wary of players who haven't left yet.
I saw that the silver ring suddenly began to spit out strange smoke.
The silver-gray smoke was steaming in the rain, quickly turning into black, eel-like bundles in the air, and continuously penetrated into Salvatore's right hand, with black lines visible to the naked eye.
It floated under his skin, flowing under the skin like a bug, and poured into his left arm.
Then, they exuded from the skin again and slowly entered the necklace in the form of silver-gray smoke.
After that, Salvatore suddenly let go of the silver ring as if he was electrocuted, and nervously shook his right hand in the air.
Annan noticed that the two fingers on his right hand that were holding the ring turned blue and black. They swelled as if they had been hit by a hammer, and even wanted to bleed outwards.
"Destroy him, Don Juan!"
Salvatore immediately shouted: "Don't touch it with your hands!"
Annan didn't hesitate, raised his boning knife and slashed at it.
With the first blow, he cut off the silver ring and his fingers diagonally.
The remains of the silver ring suddenly expanded and exploded, emitting strange gray-black smoke and covering Gerald's body.
Its flesh, clothing, and outer ice were quickly corroded away, and in the blink of an eye, only a white skeleton remained.
"What's this?"
"This is the curse he set when he advanced to Silver. Neither you nor I can absorb it. This is not something we can solve."
Salvatore's tone was relaxed: "Don't worry about it, just let it turn into a nightmare on its own. It shouldn't be too difficult to crack... After all, half of the curse has been absorbed by me.
"Although I don't know what Gerald's obsession is, I guess... it may be that he needs to defeat the fully prepared Gerald in his dream. You see how frustrated he is when he dies. If it were me, he would die.
I will definitely resent this later.
"——Of course, you don't have to worry about what happens after it turns into a nightmare. This is not a frozen water port. There is a senior bishop stationed there. This incomplete curse will be purified soon. It will not be allowed to spread.
"
"...It's not urgent."
Annan's heart was moved, he shook his head and said nothing more. He just focused on watching the nightmare taking shape in front of his eyes.
His first reaction was:
"Hey, do the players have a new copy to play..."
Then Annan quickly realized that this copy would be purified quickly by Bishop Daryl. It would not last as long as the copy in Frozen Water Port.
It is a pity that it can only appear as a limited-time activity book...
If the player can pass the level, that would be the best - he can use administrator rights to view the player's perspective to observe what is happening in the instance. And he has recently been thinking about whether to turn on the live broadcast function... Initially, he can
Try live streaming in the forum first.
Even if players can't pass the level, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, the degree of erosion is a krypton gold item in a sense for players. It is directly equal to "Annan's favorability". If too many people die, the excess favorability can be recovered.
——And giving away people continuously can also prolong the existence time of this copy.
Apart from the fact that Bishop Daryl may be a little confused and surprised that this nightmare cannot be purified, it is also a good thing for Annan.
After he collects enough information from the players' wasteland development team, he can go out on his own and gain a wave of levels and experience!
Suddenly, Annan saw Gerald's transformed skeleton suddenly move, struggling, trembling, and stretching his head towards Annan.
Although it was in a fantasy world, this supernatural scene still shocked the players and scared Salvatore.
Annan delayed for half a beat and showed a frightened expression.
——Absolutely, how did this thing jump out of nowhere?
I almost didn’t react...
"An...Nan..."
An indistinct sound suddenly came from the white skull's throat.
The sound was too vague and even leaked. Others would probably think it was a meaningless roar.
Only Annan realized that it was calling himself:
"An——Nan——"
Then, the moment it stood up, it suddenly began to disintegrate piece by piece from the knees, and in the blink of an eye, it was shattered to pieces in the dust exploded from the bones.
It's like it has been decayed for a long time.
Among the ordinary broken bones that had completely lost their curse, an intact hammer was stuck diagonally on the ground.
"This is what nightmares look like when they're born."
Salvatore sighed, feeling a little disappointed.
He whispered: "Although the conditions for entry are still unclear... there is no doubt that the nightmare has been born.