Baptiste did forget most things, including Beatrice's name and a large chunk of his own life - in fact, apart from remembering who he was and having to come to Purgatory to find someone, he I don't know anything anymore. As for the necessary knowledge of being a wizard, it is engraved in the core of magic power in his body. Such a wizard who has completely transformed himself is really difficult to classify him. Heatherana doesn't even know whether to count him as a human or an undead, an alchemy creature or an elemental creature, or even whether he should be regarded as a The real "Baptiste".
In a sense, Baptiste had died eight centuries ago, when he transformed his life form for the first time, what everyone sees now is just an alchemy magic core created by the wizard before his death Well, the magic core was covered with a skin made of ashes, and inside was stuffed with an obsession that even he himself didn't know.
Baptiste maintained an instinctive vigilance against everyone. Although his memory was like a blank sheet of paper, he did not become a safe, harmless and honest person like most stories. This wizard knew that he would become the public enemy of mankind when his memory was complete, so he set up a series of fighting instincts and a suspicious personality towards strangers in the magic core, so that even if he lost his memory, he would not easily fall into the trap of a demon hunter. or other traps of the enemy. However, these settings have limited effects after all, and he cannot escape the attention of everyone here.
Duncan and Cassandra came to the wizard and asked about each other's situation in detail. The latter answered something in a daze—although he subconsciously resisted Duncan and Cassandra, but after all, he lost his memory. Not too serious.
"He thinks he is a wizard apprentice," Cassandra emphasized the word "apprentice" when reporting to Heatherana, "he only has sporadic memories of when he was a human, and he is transforming into... this After seeing this strange appearance, he has completely forgotten the experience of the eight centuries. He doesn’t even remember where the town of Dormir is. He only vaguely remembers that he learned secret arts from a witch, and at the same time, he was dependent on that witch.”
"That witch should be Beatrice," Hessiana subconsciously rubbed the center of her brows when she spoke, "It seems that this wizard was just an apprentice when Beatrice fell into purgatory, no wonder he transformed himself into immortality so much. Big question. He must be rushing it. What else is there to ask?"
"Almost nothing, he doesn't remember what he did." Cassandra shook her head slightly apologetically, "but he seems to know that what he did was definitely not a good thing. Probably some sporadic memories remain."
Hao Ren bent down in front of Baptiste, staring into Baptiste's eyes: "Do you know how the ceremony of summoning the Blood King is?"
"The Lord of Blood?" Baptiste repeated the word in confusion. "What is that?"
Hao Ren smacked his lips in disappointment. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Baptiste stretch out his finger in a daze and draw a magic circle on the dirt. Ritual. Use a spellbook, and place bat teeth and…”
Hao Ren stared: "Don't you know?"
"I don't know what this is," Baptiste frowned, "but this seems to be what you're asking."
Vivian patted Hao Ren's shoulder: "He carved the knowledge of magic into his body, so that even if he loses his memory, he can continue to find the way to open the gate of purgatory. But I'm afraid you can't ask how he researched this summoning It's the ceremony."
Hao Ren stared at Baptiste for a while, then suddenly stood up and exhaled, "Take him to Beatrice's grave."
Soon, the wizard was escorted by two tribal warriors to the vicinity of the temple inside the Pillar of Eternity. They stopped in front of the cemetery of the saints of all ages, and Hao Ren took Baptiste to the burial place of Beatrice. Pointing to the unremarkable pile of stones: "This is the person you are looking for."
Baptiste slowly bent down in front of the grave, reaching out his hands to caress the strange words on the stone pillar with a confused expression, he has no sense of reality at this moment. Because he didn't even know the name of the person he was looking for and what he looked like, but slowly. He seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of relief emerging from the bottom of his heart, as if a long-standing mission had finally come to an end, and he let out a long breath.
This confused, treacherous, mysterious, and elusive wizard sat down on the ground in front of the tomb, and bursts of black flames slowly rose from his body. The flames engulfed his body, but he seemed unconscious. Under everyone's gaze, the wizard quickly turned into a mass of ashes, and this time, he never came back.
There was a soft "click". From Baptiste's ashes tumbled a hard and hideous obsidian contraption shaped somewhat like a human heart. Its surface is engraved with dense runes and circles. This hard thing is the wizard's heart. The black flame just now had no temperature, so the obsidian heart was cold, just like Beatrice's tombstone.
Lily tugged on Hao Ren's sleeve lightly, and muttered in a low voice, "Is he really dead this time?"
"It should be." Hao Ren stepped forward to pick up the cold and hard heart. It is hard to imagine that a person has survived for eight centuries with this kind of thing. Then he looked at Geisel and Bernia beside him, "It's a bit over the top—but can I trouble you to put this heart in Beatrice's grave?"
Vivian also took the initiative to speak out: "That's what I mean too."
Geisel immediately bowed to Vivian: "Follow your wishes."
Several tribal warriors stepped forward with Bernia, ready to open Beatrice's tomb. Bernia untied a small bag from her waist, took out some strange green powder from it and sprinkled it into the air, and then began to chant a prayer to comfort the dead. The light slowly gathered on the stone pillar of the tomb and covered Beatrice's name. After completing this ritual, the tribal warriors worked together to clear the heavy stones—there are established rules in this world to open the graves of the dead.
The burials in this world are extremely simple. Whether it is an ordinary clansman or a saint or an elder, the tomb is a simple stone bag, so those stones were quickly cleaned up, revealing the dark tomb below. The witch and her coffin buried hundreds of years ago have long been rotted away, and there are only some messy remnants in the tomb. After whispering comfort to these remnants, several tribal warriors threw Baptiste's obsidian heart down, but Just when they were about to close the tomb, Vivian suddenly saw something in the tomb out of the corner of her eye.
"Wait a minute—there seems to be something in there."
While talking, Vivienne casually recruited a few little bats, and the little bats flew into the tomb to divide and cooperate to clean up the stones and bones covering something, and finally brought up a strange piece of blood-colored crystal.
Vivian took the crystal from the little bat's mouth and looked at it carefully, feeling vaguely familiar, while Nangong Wuyue next to her asked curiously: "What is this?"
"It seems to be the jewelry that the witch wore on her body," Bernia said in a low voice, "I read it in an ancient book, saying that the witch always wears a red crystal pendant, and she draws magic power from this pendant to heal people— But in the end she couldn’t heal herself.”
"Pendant? Why do I feel that this kind of crystal looks familiar..." Vivienne frowned and thought about where she had seen similar things, and suddenly sensed an aura that was about to dissipate from the crystal, her eyes lit up , "By the way! I remembered! There is such a thing in the small box that Paul gave me!"
Paul was one of Vivienne's servants hundreds of years ago. He kept several items that Vivienne gave him before she fell asleep last time, including the diary manuscripts and A strange red crystal.
However, no one knew what the crystal was for at the time, and Vivienne carried it with her for a while, but she didn't find anything special about it, so in the end she simply handed it to Hao Ren—she felt that Hao Ren's A portable space is safer than your own.
Hao Ren quickly took out the crystal and compared it with the crystal in Beatrice's tomb, and found that although the two were different in shape and size, their material was exactly the same!
"This crystal should be mine..." Vivian looked at Beatrice's tomb in surprise, "Do I know this witch named Beatrice?" (To be continued~^~)