"… Well."
Salvatore opened his bloodshot eyes.
It's nine o'clock.
He hasn't slept enough...but can't sleep anymore.
Black, cobweb-like shatter marks crawled out of the bronze necklace around his collar, covering his collarbone and throat silently.
After Salvatore woke up, they began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually retreated into the necklace.
"...almost enough."
Salvatore muttered: "I have to find someone to knock me out once... my body can't take it anymore."
Only when he fainted suddenly would the curse fail to respond.
When he was in the Black Tower of Zedi, Salvatore would usually go to a soul-snatching wizard when he was too tired to take away his mind and manipulate himself to fall asleep.
Because it wasn't "Salvatore" who was sleeping.
This way the spell will be avoided.
Similar to all Transcendents.
The power that Salvatore obtained from the spell is also related to the content of his spell—
"Can't take it anymore? I smell the cleansed breath of nightmares, Thrall."
A deep voice with a crazy echo sounded from the bottom of his heart: "Don Juan is really amazing, much better than you trash."
"… What?"
Salvatore was a little surprised: "Has he entered a nightmare?"
He was not surprised by this voice that was always beating himself.
Many people think that Salvatore's curse is to be able to do things in dreams - such as studying in dreams, or reciting something. That's why his strength grows so fast, and that's why he seems to be able to remember everything...
But as long as Salvatore knew, they all guessed wrong.
Few people know what Salvatore's real curse is...
Salvatore's spell is called "Reflection of the Restless".
It has exactly the same memory as Salvatore, but its personality is completely opposite to Salvatore; in most talents, it is far better than Salvatore-because he is Salvatore Ray's reflection.
The less skilled Salvatore is in the field, the better the reflection is.
But it also meant that Salvatore could double-think at the same time.
Yes, the secret to how quickly he masters a new skill is that he starts learning it at the same time as his own shadow.
Generally speaking, Salvatore is slower than his own shadow.
So only Salvatore himself knows...he's not a genius. On the contrary, he is a rare idiot.
Otherwise, why is my own reflection stronger than myself everywhere
But he is also grateful for his own reflection.
It is under the never-ending ridicule of the reflection that Salvatore's mentality and emotions can be so stable;
It is precisely because of the reference of the reflection that he can know what he needs to do and what kind of person he should be...
"You should ask Don Juan for something, Sal. You can get it."
Shadow whispered in his heart: "He owes you too much."
"Okay, then I understand."
Salvatore nodded knowingly, and as usual decided to take the opposite action from Shadow's suggestion: "That is to say... I should go and greet Don Juan."
"Heh... go, waste."
Shadow didn't disagree with him.
He just whispered mockingly: "You almost couldn't wake up today.
"—you will fall asleep sooner or later, you can't hold it anymore."
Shadow's voice was like a hungry wolf, hoarse and echoing: "Then give me your body."
"You're wrong, I won't..."
Salvatore covered his eyes with his hands, his eyes closed expressionless.
Even in the Black Tower of the Marsh, only his mentor Benjamin knew about Salvatore's true spell. This is why Salvatore speculated that Benjamin did not die.
Because his spell was not out of control.
This means that I should have a secret keeper...
According to Benjamin's conjecture, the correct way to use this spell should be that the two selves with completely different ways of thinking and areas of expertise should exchange at any time, study and work at the same time, and rest alternately.
But the problem is... Benjamin told Salvatore that because Salvatore has a very good personality, his "shadow" is absolutely untrustworthy.
Therefore, Benjamin specially set up a double seal for this curse.
Taking the world where Mr. Yao casts the light of purification on the world at six o'clock in the morning as the anchor point, it unfolded to both sides for three hours. In this case, the starting position is three o'clock and the ending position is nine o'clock, which is three times three.
——The number "three" is magical in this world.
As the god of veto and darkness, Ms. Silence is the patron saint of the third month, so any ceremony involving sealing must have the number element "three". Many wizards believe that in a ceremony of the same specification, the more the number related to "three", the more power can be borrowed, and the better the effect of the ceremony will be.
In other words, Salvatore does not only sleep during the time period "from 3:00 am to 9:00 am".
But only during this period of time, if he falls asleep, he will not be deprived of control over his body...
In other cases, as long as he takes the initiative to fall asleep, the shadow will crawl out of the necklace and gradually spread. When the black marks spread to his forehead, it meant that another Salvatore came out.
Wanting him to go back—was putting him to sleep one more time.
"Here comes Don Juan, Sal."
At this moment, the shadow suddenly reminded: "There is a terrible person following him... I can't smell him."
"...a scary person?"
Salvatore was a little puzzled, and slightly opened his eyes.
To himself... or to the shadow
"Senior, did you sleep well?"
Annan knocked lightly on the door and asked softly, "Are you awake?"
"Come in, Don Juan."
Salvatore's gentle voice sounded: "I have been awake for a while."
Annan walked in the door with a smile, followed by Bishop Darryl.
Seeing Bishop Daryl, Salvatore was obviously taken aback.
"This... my lord bishop?"
"Yes, Bishop Darryl," Annan replied seriously, "With his assistance and guidance, I have almost purified Gerald's nightmare."
Bishop Darryl just nodded with a smile.
On that chubby face, there was an unscheming and kind smile.
"May you also be loved by Silver Lord today, respected son of the black tower... and our respected lord."
Bishop Darryl said, and saluted Salvatore and Annan respectively. His fat body made his movements look a little funny.
When he just drew the long note, Salvatore obviously felt his heart tremble.
"Ask him if he can see me?"
Shadow's deep and hoarse voice sounded excitedly in Salvatore's heart.
But Salvatore chose to remain silent based on the attitude that one thing more is worse than one thing less.
"It seems that you have something to talk about."
Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Then I, an old man, don't bother.
"Lord Lord, I will take the body of Lord Viscount to the police station to wait for you. Just come to me after you have dealt with everything."
"Excuse me, my lord bishop."
Annan nodded seriously, and made a cold and crisp voice.
Soon, Darryl closed the door and left.
"Tsk tsk, what a cute child."
The shadow chuckled in Salvatore's heart: "It's just too scheming...too scheming can't grow tall.
"He's acting, Sal. Why don't you ask him, who are you? I promise you can swindle him."
—Speak slowly, I will lose if I believe your nonsense.
As always, Salvatore completely disregarded all of Reflection's usual advice.
From this perspective, he is also very grateful to his shadow.
It is undoubtedly a mirror of oneself... It can be used to warn oneself at any time, remind yourself not to forget to be grateful, remind yourself to maintain moral standards at all times, and remind yourself not to doubt others easily.
This stubbornness of never being willing to change himself is also the opposite of the reflection—a characteristic unique to Salvatore himself.