Shadows are inseparable from the body.

There are many ways to reflect this.

One of them is the soul.

If the ability and effect exerted by the shadow fruit is used as the basis for judgment.

So,

Strictly speaking, shadows are not individual souls.

Judging from the way in which the cut shadows are stuffed into zombies, it is more like... a copied soul.

It is precisely because of this that there was a large army of zombies created by Molia.

In the face of this ability characteristic of Shadow Fruit, Cavendish, who has a dual personality, is obviously a rare example.

because,

The shadow cut off from him did not become a copy of the soul, but directly became a carrier of another personality.

This is how the soul is embodied.

In addition, this world itself has some demonic fruits that involve the soul.

The most representative one is undoubtedly the soul fruit of the Four Emperors Charlotte Lingling.

In addition, it is Brooke's Yellow Spring Fruit and Perona's Ghost Fruit...

Even the shadow fruit that Maud now has is more or less related to the soul.

Coincidentally, the three devil fruits that are involved in the soul are all on Maud's side.

Of course, what Maud wants is to explore the potential of the shadow fruit by studying the possibilities contained between the shadow fruit and the soul.

As for the usage of the zombie legion before Molia...

Unless the zombies can use domineeringness, Maud will basically not waste energy and time on the zombie legion.

Moria's fate is a lesson for the past.

After all, even if it takes a few years to explode soldiers, the number of people in front of those strong people in the new world is meaningless.

If that's the case, Mod wouldn't just abandon the use of the zombie legion.

In his opinion, aside from combat effectiveness, zombies that do not need to sleep and do not feel tired are undoubtedly the best labor force.

If there is a need for this aspect, Mode will definitely spend some effort to collect shadows.

“It went smoothly.”

Maud picked up the fallen broken knife and then stuffed the broken knife into Cavendishri's hand.

Cavendishri dared not act rashly, so she let Mod stuff the broken knife into her hand.

"Is Rommel's sickle weasel... Then just call you a sickle weasel."

Mod looked at the stiff-bolt sickle, his eyes showing thoughtful expressions.

The idea was initially established.

More possibilities were generated.

After that, it doesn’t matter even if you put your time and energy into it.

The only thing to worry about is probably the proficiency of the shadow fruit.

If proficiency cannot keep up, it will not be possible to verify those potential possibilities one by one.

Take your time...

Maud is not in a hurry.

He turned his head toward Cavendish, whose eyes were slightly dull, and said seriously: "Do you know? People and shadows are consistent."

Cavendish was stunned when he heard this, not knowing how to take Mod's words.

"But..." Maud's eyes shone with a glimmer of light and continued, "The shadow cut from you has become the carrier of your personality."

"What the hell do you want to say?"

Cavendish frowned and looked at Maud, then looked at the inner character, who was frozen on the operating table without moving.

Mode narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not follow the topic just now. Instead, he turned around and asked: "Xiao Ka, do you want to become stronger in a short period of time?"

Cavendish's eyes trembled.

It was only a few minutes ago that he had the idea of ​​trying hard to become stronger.

But now, Mode put this question before him.

This made him unable to nod or answer simply.

"If you don't answer, you will assume that you have made a promise."

Even if Cavendish had no expression, Maud could see Cavendish's thought of being oppressed and trying to become stronger.

Cavendish took a deep breath and asked, "Can you really make me stronger in a short time?"

"certainly."

Mod said firmly.

Cavendish was moved and said in a deep voice: "What should I do?"

"Combined with my experiments wholeheartedly."

"that's all?"

"right."

Maud smiled.

Cavendish nodded and agreed, while snorting in his heart.

Don't regret it then.

Maud looked at Cavendish's reaction and said seriously: "Then let's start, first..."

Halfway through the conversation, Mo De suddenly stuck out his hand, pressed it on the swordsman zombie's mouth, and immediately pulled out the shadow of the sickle.

The swordsman zombie who lost the shadow of the sickle, suddenly fell on the operating table.

"I need you to have a good sleep."

Mod let go of his hand.

The unbound sickle-weed shadow returns to Cavendish's body.

"Sleep a night?"

Although he was puzzled by Maud's request, Cavendish still obediently and obediently, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly!

As Cavendish fell asleep, the newly returned Li's personality, the sickle turtle, took over Cavendish's body and slowly opened her eyes.

The moment he saw Maud, the face of the sycamore changed, and he wanted to wake up Cavendish directly so that Cavendish could take over control of his body.

However, Maud, who had been prepared for a long time, did not give the sickle weasel a chance to be a turtle, and cut off the shadow first.

The sickle weasel who lost his shadow and insisted on retracting was shocked to find that he could not call out Cavendish.

More precisely, it is impossible to feel Cavendish's existence at all.

I couldn't help but look at the shadow in Maud's hand with wide eyes.

Could it be...

The sycamore was looking at the shadows, while Mod was looking at the sycamore's eyes.

Inside those eyes, there were no longer pure whites, but instead a pair of golden pupils.

Maud clearly remembers that Cavendish's pupils were blue.

But now... the pupils not only turned golden, but also had an extra circle of iris.

What does this phenomenon mean?

"interesting."

Maud was full of interest.

The [shadow clone idea] that exists in the mind with the concept of soul splitting as a premise may be feasible...

.........

Time passes, and a week passes by.

The hall inside the castle.

The candlelight was swaying, and the long table covered with white dining cloth was filled with food and supplement dishes carefully prepared by Jia Ya.

"The captain hasn't left the anatomy room for a week..."

Brooke held a knife and fork and looked at Lafayette, who was at the same table.
To be continued...