Not finished later, wait

The extreme idea that somehow appeared was now blurred and the thinking naturally became gentle. The inexplicable answer derived from this also needs to be considered again... So now, Edward himself cannot make a clear judgment on the way that Ariele handles.

If possible, of course he still hopes to restore Elena...

"Really? It's so good..." The half-elf-like lady raised her gaze in surprise: "I knew I was right. Edward, you can't kill Elena. Humph, that damn rotten melon, what else did you say to me... Wait, I'll make her look good." When she mentioned the enemy, the little girl couldn't help but grit her teeth, but the lady's mood had always changed a huge range. Surprise and anger did not last long and were replaced by the hidden worries in her heart: "But, but what should I do if Sister Elena really can't change back?"

"I will find a way to turn her back, don't worry."

"real?"

"real."

After pondering for a moment, Edward reached out to smooth out the strands of her forehead and made a "believe me" expression.

It’s just like those things you grasp need a guarantee, which is definitely a bit lacking in confidence.

In this magic-dominated world, there are always many miracles that cannot be explained by science, such as the concrete existence of the soul... So under normal circumstances, if a mortal encounters an accident, it is possible to be resurrected as long as the death is not long. Although it is often expensive, at least one rank is very high and deeply helped by the pastor of God's favor. As long as his favor is so profound that this god is willing to let go and help people solve problems, then resurrection will be very simple.

But even if some gods are willing to take action, some souls will be difficult to resurrect if they are in some special state.

To put it bluntly, the soul is the top priority in this process. If there is no soul, even the most powerful god will still be a clever woman. But the souls of Eriele and Elena are likely to have merged. It is really difficult to separate.

"Well, by the way, Edward, if you have a way to directly talk to Ransendall, you will actually let him resurrect Sister Elena. Is it easier?" Miss Lisa hesitated for a moment and suddenly suggested.

A seemingly reasonable suggestion.

Out of encouragement for faith, some gods are actually very happy to create miracles, especially Lansendel, the god of dawn. He himself encourages believers to fight against evil bravely, and legends such as resurrection after death are heard from time to time, and it is also the common belief of Elena and Eriele. If he can be told, it should be easier to solve.

But Edward shook his head. "I won't go to him. In fact, I don't want to turn to God."

"Why?" Lisa asked.

"It's very dangerous. You know, sometimes, what do ordinary people do for some troubles?" Edward raised his eyes and walked towards his room with her: "You said. If Ransendall brainwashed his soul and stuffed it into it in order to deal with his errandell, and then poured it back into it, then after he was resurrected, could he still be considered the original person?"

In an instant, Miss Lisa's face was a little bloody.

She had never seriously considered the idea of ​​a psychic warlock. But it was terrible, but it was undeniable. This idea had a high feasibility. If the gods really wanted to do this, then with the ability of mortals, they would probably not be able to see through it... I just agreed with this possibility, and there was still an unacceptable emotion in my heart, which drove her to assume: "But but... but God is not necessarily afraid of trouble? Moreover, even if a person's memory can be faked, but his soul is different, there will always be some small things, right? For example, personality..."

"If the resurrection consumes much more power than fakes? And ordinary humans may not be able to find out what problems have occurred after spending their entire lives," Edward sighed: "A large part of the character of a person is not born, but affected by the environment... For example, if a person is in a pampered environment every day and does not need to do anything by himself, he will gradually become unspeakable and arrogant, right? And the gods cannot imagine this, they will definitely make adjustments. Moreover, as people experience differently, everyone will change a little bit. In this way, who can really tell whether it is the original soul? Decades later, a person will die. No one can tell whether the soul is the original soul.

"This..." Lisa shook her head in disbelief, trying to say something, but ultimately didn't speak.

Fortunately, this time it was not that trouble. No matter what, Elena and the soul of Eriele were still together. If you grasp her, you should at least think of some solutions... So, I'm afraid you can only do it yourself, but obviously, that's definitely not that easy.

The first floor stairs do not require any climbing, so after thinking about the methods that can be carried out at present, the psychic warlock has entered the room on the top floor.

Sighing, Edward wanted to say something, but when he lowered his eyes, he noticed that Miss Lisa still looked uneasy... So, after thinking about it, Edward raised his hand, and a little glow flashed on his fingertips, like a small drop of water, emitting a hazy green light like a firefly.

"I'll give you a gift."

This little glory is a seed

Although it is not very understanding, an unreasonable idea tells the psychic that as long as you get this seed, even ordinary people can get his ability to enter the etheric realm, that is, Isgandal can establish a legion's secret.

"Is this...huh?"

A little fluorescent light slowly floated into the forehead of the half-elf lady, but before Edward began to explain the use of this power, he saw that the fluorescent light flew out again, surrounding the girl, like a flying insect that could not enter.

What's going on? I can't control this power yet?

He did not have any special research on this power. His actions now are all based on the feeling that it should be the memory engraved in the source of Isgandal's power. Although Edward, who obtained this power, also understood this method, he understood it very vaguely and did not know the details.

"It's quite interesting, but this is not a gift?" Miss Half-Elf obviously didn't understand what it meant. She stared at the flashing little light ball, and she curled her lips: "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah. Not yet available"

"No, there are too many things happening today, and it's too scary. I will definitely not be able to sleep, so Edward. You have to be like a way to make me fall asleep. Otherwise...will I sleep well with you?"

"Um... um?" Edward was stunned. Then he turned his gaze away: "If you don't dare to sleep alone, um, I'll let Anna Su accompany you. Anna Su..."

"No!" The little girl screamed before he snorted, pounced on her and pressed Edward's mouth, "I don't want it. That stupid woman always looks dissatisfied with me. Who knows if she will strangle me to death when I fall asleep? Although she has poor martial arts skills and does not know how to magic, my neck is not hard enough to withstand her pinching."

"Then let Cindy..."

"No, she can't speak, like a wooden stake. Only you will like to sleep with her. Also, don't mention that rotten melon. You might as well kill melon if you want to be with me!"

"My little ancestor, then look for Shalina..."

"That girl and that little fool are always together, so I don't want to disturb her. Besides, there is nothing to say about her."

"How could it be that fast... They have only known each other for a few days?" The half-elf-like lady skillfully wrapped her hands and feet together, and tightly hung her around Edward's neck like a koala, so Edward could only sigh, knowing that this little girl was just messing around, but the girl's messing around was really no way to deal with it.

In fact, if I simply think of some way to coax her to sleep, it would be no big deal. At most, I would just find another room myself...

But how could this little ancestor’s idea be so simple?

"Oh, I don't know if I'm tired, but suddenly I feel a little pain in my stomach, so please help me rub it." Sure enough, just after Edward put it on the bed, the lady's eyes turned and she had an idea.

"you……"

"Hehe, did you think of something... Edward, so lustful! I told you... I just asked you to rub your stomach, so you are not allowed to do anything qiguài?"

"...You girl is right..."

The little girl's thrilling smile made Edward quite helpless, but this entangled kitten obviously could not let him go, so after thinking about it, Edward had to carefully reach out and slowly rub her soft and smooth belly. Listening to her exaggerated chuckle, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Speaking of which, the little girl's body has developed a lot. Although the relationship is quite close, if you talk about anything further, Edward will always have a moral obstacle in his heart that he cannot overcome his own capital. Even a Zoer like Dahni can't stand it. It's fine for an ordinary girl. The girl's small body is really... Of course, these are secondary issues. In fact, if you are willing, he doesn't have to reject it like a hypocrite.

Well, what are you thinking? Isn’t it too pretentious?

The confused thoughts in his mind made Edward roll his eyes and curse him secretly.

The most important thing is that after the war during the day, the deepest part of my mind is now full of questions about Elena. Even the excitement of getting that power cannot last for too long. Now he is really in no mood to have a relationship with other girls...

When a few thoughts flashed through his mind, Edward suddenly realized that the little lady was a little quiet... After a glance, she found that she was already asleep, curled up, and hugged Edward's arm tightly with her hands, wrapped it up like a naughty and coquettish kitten. The cute and quiet sleeping face made the soul warlock smile.

In the previous battle, she manipulated the power of Lady Dark and was responsible for assisting. But in fact, Dark blocked the Seraphite and weakened the power of the other party was a work that required concentration at all times, and the contributions made may not be much less than Edward. In addition, four of the ten apostles of the Astral Realm who followed Ariele were killed by Edward, but the other six might have been directly swallowed by the darkness. The mental pressure caused by letting a little girl do such a job is indeed too great.

So after thinking about it, Edward simply lay beside her with his clothes. He let her hold her arms, smelling the faint fragrance on her body, and she couldn't help but feel sleepy and fell asleep.

...

...

The fluorescent light fell on his forehead, and the faces of several half-elf mercenaries froze. Then, a layer of ecstasy was covered with ecstasy, and they each concentrated their minds. Their bodies then became empty and disappeared into the space!

This change naturally cannot be hidden from Edward's eyes, but it does not

Unfortunately, he immediately found that he was still taking it for granted... Although these mercenaries had understood the method of using that power one after another, they were able to enter the ether world for not long... The longest one, which had maintained less than thirty breaths, was already panting and appeared out of breath. They wanted to enter this state again. They had at least a quarter of an hourly rested for about a quarter of an hourglass scale.

Even if you move quickly in such a time, it is not very useful in battle. However, as a thief who slips around the door and picks the lock, it is good and doesn't even have to pick the lock. As long as there is no wall that has been used to protect magic, they can penetrate directly and take things and escape.

But what Edward needs now is a group of talents who can strengthen the battle, not a thief group.

Of course, if these mercenaries did not think about their way out in advance, they would be a wandering world for the rest of their lives. When they were young, they would be in a miserable state of old age. Among them, those with excellent abilities were less than one. As for those who could barely make a way with swordsmanship... only one or two of them were in the legend, which was simply unrealistic fantasy for them.

Although he had a good prospect with Melianne, at this age, his personal potential has been stimulated, and he no longer has much hope for the future. Now that this magical power suddenly hits his head, how can they not be excited?

But the power of that Isgandal was really a bit terrifying. After the twenty seeds were sprinkled, Edward felt that he was also full of energy.

Edward raised his eyebrows and noticed that when they looked at themselves, their eyes were filled with a qiguài enthusiasm, such as admiration, or something else, "If I had an order to you but let you execute it, but this order was very dangerous and might kill you. Will you go?"

"Of course, we are already loyal now. As long as you give us your order, we will go even if you ask us to go to the dragon's nest."

"This is the life of a mercenary."

"Even if you go crazy, we may have no other way to kill us, haha."

Although it was a joke, the mind warlock's tentacles stretched out their thinking, and there was almost no gap in them, and they were all responding to this question seriously.

This is obviously abnormal. Mercenaries are not knights. They never follow the concept of gratitude. Only interests are the foundation of their actions. Even if they have great kindness and grace, the most moral approach of mercenaries is to exchange for one life for one life. If they do not provide life-saving favors, they will not play any loyalty to death... no matter how many benefits they have, they will not do it.

He raised his fingers and twitched the void casually. The gray-green gloss suddenly flew out of the forehead of the mercenary with the weakest ability and returned to his palm. However, the mercenary screamed and slapped the ground, which shocked the people around him.

Edward's eyes shrank, and they all saw their doubts. At the same time, he noticed that even though he was surprised, the mercenaries did not feel dissatisfied in their hearts. Only the guy who had been withdrawn from his strength had a very slight change in his mood. The loyalty and generosity just now disappeared, replaced by anger and some deep resentment.

Of course, isn't it?

Such control power is indeed terrible. It can actually change a person's thinking route, in other words

Obviously, for those who have deep faith, such as those priests, it seems that they will not work, but the problems of these mercenaries do not seem to be very good.

, it goes deep into the level of the soul.

Obviously, for those who have deep faith, such as those priests, it seems that they will not work, but the problems of these mercenaries do not seem to be very good.

Could this thing only have extraordinary effect on oneself? And those who are assigned can only provide such a little ability?

Edward shook his head. It was obvious that he had not seen the Fierce Flame Knights. The power of their flames had never been able to last for such a short time. Even if this power of incarnation as a spirit body surpassed the flames, it could not be so different. Moreover, judging from the situation of these people, it was obvious that there were more or less time to use them. Some people could use them for dozens of seconds, but some could only last for one or two seconds.

Could it be determined by the amount of mental power? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!