"...a special item or event that we didn't notice that might have caused me to be left behind, not to participate in the ritual, to go through the consecration?"
Reluctantly, Boface repeated citalopram's words.
This complex long sentence is too difficult for a Zhang Yu ghost who is only over a thousand years old to understand.
After all, citalopram does not speak Elvish.
The two of them can have a dialogue only because citalopram, as a half-dead daughter, can talk to all ghosts and spirits. But this dialogue itself is still very reluctant...
As a user of the language of later generations, citalopram can basically understand Boface's words; and Boface's listening to citalopram's words is basically equivalent to using artificial intelligence translation software for simultaneous interpretation.
Citalopram repeated it twice before Boface finally understood the meaning of citalopram.
Boface tilted her head, lost in thought: "What must be said..."
"Really?"
Seeing Boface lost in thought, Citalopram asked in surprise.
She just followed Si Anke's instructions and asked a tentative question.
As a result, it seems that something has been found out in the first sentence
"Maybe there is..."
Boface bit her thumb, thinking sadly: "I don't remember very well... Come with me."
"Oh yes, Boface."
Citalopram strikes while the iron is hot: "I came here to collect a magic material called 'Frostspeaker's Eternal Frozen Blood'. Do you know where it is?"
"Do you have any friends who want to advance to Frost Whisperer?"
Boface was a little surprised: "That must have the elemental affinity of the Frost Domain?"
"He should be fine."
Citalopram replied uncertainly: "He is the heir to the Duchy of Winter..."
"Stop, stop! Let alone the Duke of Winter, I don't even know the Kingdom of Winter..."
Boface said helplessly: "What I know about the outside world now is the gossip of those little wizards who came here..."
"Then do you know the old grandmother?"
"... cold-blooded lady, I must know."
Boface said with some nostalgia: "My mother even collected a portrait of the old grandmother before. I saw that painting when I was a child. The old grandmother in the painting can move, talk and growl. This kind of dynamic In our time, only Javon could draw... Can you do it now?"
"... No, at least I haven't seen one."
Citalopram was silent for a while before replying "No" against his will.
She almost said, "Yes, I see it every day, but we generally call this kind of animated picture a gif."
"Um… "
Boface looked at citalopram suspiciously, and obviously saw citalopram's vacillation and hesitation, but she cleverly bypassed the topic and continued: "Later, in order to store the holy bones, my mother took the pair of The painting was sold to a dragon...in exchange for forty active dragon blood."
"What are holy bones?"
Citalopram suddenly heard a term that he had never heard before, or even seen on the forum.
And under the reminder of Dove and Si Anke, the number of players watching her live broadcast suddenly increased dramatically.
Like the old man in the monitoring room, Annan, who opened several windows in front of him, also focused his attention.
He had never heard the word either.
Sounds a bit like a holy relic or something...
"It's normal that you haven't heard of this, and I've only heard it once or twice."
Bofei replied without hesitation.
She glanced at citalopram, thought for a while and asked, "Do you know the saints of your era?"
"... No, I don't understand at all."
Citalopram shook his head.
Boface had a bitter face: "Do you want to start from the beginning... You always know the principle of the curse?"
Should I know... or should I not know
"... Ah, I know roughly."
Citalopram paused and replied in a low voice.
Boface breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained: "Generally speaking, saints refer to those great sages who open their curses to everyone. Because there are so many secret keepers, their souls will hardly eroded.
"But not all people who are publicly cursed can become saints... because many people don't have outstanding willpower and excellent moral character, so they disclose their curses. More, because they are insignificant, even It's because their spells are hard to exploit.
"If you want to become a saint, you must first reach the position of 'dyeing' and complete the dyeing of the soul. After that, they will perform the contract of the saint and integrate the holy bones into their bodies.
"For every tenfold increase in the number of keepers, the increased erosion rate in nightmares or when using forbidden power will be reduced by half; and because of the power of the oath, they will also increase their resistance to curses from rituals." Sex, the supernatural beings born based on the power of the curse are also difficult to cause harm to the saints.
"In terms of this technology, the holy bones themselves will also provide the saints with powerful power from the power stored in the holy bones by the previous generation of saints."
"...sounds strong."
Citalopram is a little heartwarming.
Kind of like... a magic seal
But Boface shook her head: "It is indeed very strong, but the holy bones are very rare. In our era, there were only six holy bones... and the holy bones are not acceptable to everyone.
"If the saints deviate from the holy deed, the power gained from the holy bones will be lost. And if the saints keep following the holy deed, they will...be gradually feared by people."
"… Why?"
Citalopram feels a little strange about this statement.
If the saints are the strongest transcendent beings who make their weaknesses public and walk on the ground in order to purify nightmares... people should love them more than fear them.
Boface sighed, and explained: "The theme of the holy bone will not change, but in order to get the approval of the holy bone, it is necessary to establish a holy deed that can persuade the holy bone. You can understand it as... the holy bone is a A kind of 'inheritable' god position.
"The original holy bones were left after the death of a sage who voluntarily gave up holding the sublimation ceremony and revealed the curse after his own truth was completely perfected. The holy bones are the crystallization of the soul and the book of truth. And the subsequent The holy bones are nothing but the sages of later generations, who will repeat this kind of sage thing.
"Because of this, the concept held by the Holy Skeleton itself cannot be completely positive. The holy deed was created to restrain this curse, the highest level of curse... the ultimate form of the power of the 'oath'.
"At the end of the ascension ceremony, the gods will also make a holy deed. But they usually only tell their pope about that holy deed, and it will be passed on by the popes from generation to generation. But the saints will pass on their own The holy deed is public... But no matter how beloved a saint is, there will always be opponents.
"For example, there was a saint in our time, and the theme of his holy bones was 'benevolence'. And he himself was indeed a good man... he could even be said to be a bad man. Even if he was an enemy, he would He forgave and tried to save him; he would rather suffer himself than save others from hell... He crossed the living desert to reach the Empire, in order to help more people."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
citalopram said.
She added in her heart: "I always feel that there will be three apprentices by my side."
"But the holy deed he made was 'I swear never to kill anyone'. And he was finally angered by a very wicked villain... The moment he wanted to kill, the holy skeleton abandoned him. "
... It sounds like the judgment of this holy skeleton is a bit silly.
Or is it to blame this benevolent saint for making the holy deed for himself too strict
Citalopram frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.
She was silent for a while, and then asked: "Then, the holy skeleton here..."
"... Do you remember what I just said, the source of the first holy bone?"
Miss Porface asked back.
Citalopram's heart moved, and he was taken aback: "No way..."
Boface nodded, and simply admitted it.
"What my mother got back then was the first holy skeleton in history.
"Its attribute is, 'justice.'"