Light Spirit Epic

"Eat... Have you eaten it?" Bradyville couldn't believe his eyes.

Elaine was so resistant to eating before, saying that it tasted like sand, and that he would not eat the food that Leo did not cook, but now he honestly swallows the omelet.

Eating is definitely not fragrant, there is a little tear in the corner of the white lion boy's eyes, and the choking process may be painful. But at least he swallowed things. And he showed no signs of wanting to vomit after this. In short, he ate the food.

"Difficult, unpalatable." Elaine murmured: "But...one more..."

Bradyville could almost feel through the air, that the white lion boy was desperate to live.

"Yes, yes, eat slowly, don't choke." Logan picked up another egg roll, processed it with magic techniques, and handed it to Elaine. The white lion boy chewed slowly there, eating very hard. The old man occasionally showed benevolent eyes like his grandfather was looking at his grandson, although only for a moment.

"It's just extracting the photons from the food," Logan turned his head and explained to Bediwell, "This is actually an extremely common little spell. It's not even a spell. Maybe you can use your spell fire. Do it."

"Is it okay just like this..." Bediville couldn't believe it: "The food processed in this way won't hurt your stomach?"

"No. It's just food that removes photons, and the nutritional value of the food is no less." Logan said: "Initially, all food in the world contains photons. When we eat these foods, photons will follow the food. The nutrients flow throughout the body, nourish our lives and make us strong."

"But human beings are always non-photon-adapted organisms. The free photons absorbed into the body will eventually escape from the body." Bediwell replied like a textbook recitation: "The human beings who cannot store photons in the body must Relying on constant food to maintain their strength. There are also dragons that can stably store photons in the body. Those creatures are called [photon adaptation creatures], or [epic photon creatures]."

"It's nothing more than the basic knowledge that you must know as a wizard." Logan did not praise Bediwell, but said naturally: "If you can't get the nourishment of photons from food, people will become weak over time. But it's just that. The body is weak and not fatal. The nutrients in the food are still absorbed by the body to maintain life."

Bediwell suddenly remembered that Arthur was in a similar situation when he was young. However, Arthur's situation is more special. King Arthur is born [Devilless], and his [Absolute Realm] is stronger than ordinary people, and the photons from the outside will stay away from him. Even if Arthur ate the food, he could not absorb those free photons from the food and became strong. So when he was young, Arthur always looked like a thin boy, and no matter how hard he tried, he would not exercise a strong body.

Of course, that was before King Arthur got the sword of the king. Today, King Arthur, who is holding the holy sword, as long as he is wearing the holy sword, magic power will flow into him endlessly. He no longer needs to rely on the magical power (photon) provided by food theory to become strong.

Elaine's situation is similar to that of King Arthur when he was young, but in essence it was different... Is it?

"I still don't understand." Bediville suddenly thought of something and asked: "Then why can he eat the food Leo made for him and still eat it so delicious?"

Logically speaking, Elaine had no sense of taste at that time, and his body would actively reject photons from the outside world. Even if Leo made a lunch for Elaine, Elaine would taste like sand when he ate it, and would vomit it out even if he wanted to eat it.

But not. Elaine eats Leo's bento, which can not only eat in, but also taste. This is something that science can't explain.

"Probably, it was because the food that the little lion made for him at the time...infused his prayers." The old mage said.

"prayer?"

"It's also a common occurrence." Logan picked up a pen from the side table and played with it: "Just like enchanting, the producer just injects the photons in his body into the object. Whether it's cooking. , Or to make a work of art, or to build a weapon, the intention of the producer himself will directly affect the quality of the product. This is not metaphysics. It cannot be the producer unconsciously The photons are just poured into the object. The more you are full of your heart and try your best to make something, the more photons are injected into it."

"It's almost like injecting blessings into it..." Bradyville couldn't help but looked at the egg rolls left on the plate. Was Quigg full of his own thoughts when making these foods, hoping that Elaine could enjoy them happily, just like the egg rolls made by Leo?

"Blessing... It's not an exaggeration to say that it's [blessing], that's a pretty romantic way of saying it." Logan picked up another egg roll, processed it to remove the photon, and gave it to Elaine.

"It seems that the old man has done very bad things. He spoiled the food that Quigg made with his heart and [blessings]." He said.

However, only in this way can Elaine eat the omelet without the photon. Elaine's body refused to accept the "blessing" from Quigg.

"But why is Leo? Why is Leo only?" Bediville asked: "Leo's food is fine, but other people's can't work? Only Leo's [Mind] can be accepted by Elaine's body? "

"Well--" the old mage took a peek at Elaine again, and then whispered in the ears of the werewolf youth: "Probably because their [Absolute Realm] had merged. Part of his [Absolute Realm] stayed. Inside the golden lion's body, so their [Light Soul] has a certain common part."

When Bediwell heard this, his face flushed: "...Should it not! Just because of such ridiculous reasons?!"

"Is it ridiculous." The old mage whispered, "Do you think love is a ridiculous thing?"

Bediwell was silent for a long time.

Logan continued: "Like I said, [Absolute Realm] is incomplete, he will actively refuse to absorb external photons, like an immune overreaction. But if those photons are originally flowing in his body Is his photon a part of him? Probably there will be no rejection reaction. In short, his body is eager to fill in the incomplete [Absolute Realm]."

After understanding the cause and effect, Bediwell's face suddenly changed from flushing to pale: "Come out with me."

Logan followed Bediwell and left Elaine's room.

"Then," when the door of the room closed, Bedyville confirmed that Elaine could not hear the conversation between them, and said, "I want to repair Elaine’s broken [Light Soul], Leo’s... remains... …It's required?"

"Assuming that they have really done what we imagined, and the magic power (photon) of our little champion is still in the golden lion cub, then yes, there is a possibility." The master replied: "But even if this is done, it must be incomplete. It will only make the situation a little better."

The young werewolf showed a deep expression. Then he remembered something suddenly, which hurt his nerves.

Leo Potter's funeral should have been held this morning. The time was at nine o'clock this morning, which happened to be when Bediville and the others were in the round table trial arena. By this hour of noon, Leo's body may have been cremated, leaving nothing but ashes.

"The ashes... is it okay?" Bediveville shuddered with a demonic thought.

auzw.com "No." Logan instantly denied: "High heat will accelerate the escape of free photons in the remaining body. After cremation into ashes, there will be little free photons left."

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work..."

"The relic may become a substitute." Logan said.

"Relics?"

"We can bet on the possibility: the little lion prayed to a certain relic before leaving, and poured blessings on that object, hoping that our little champion can live better. That blessing will turn into a strong miss. Remains on the object. If you can get that relic and give it to our little champion--"

"It can repair Elaine's missing soul." Bediwell concluded: "Can it be done?"

"I don't know how to do it, but the people in the ivory tower seem to have a way to do it." Logan replied, "Probably it is to use special techniques such as spiritism."

"My God, isn't this just superstition?"

"The superstitions that have been handed down since ancient times are not entirely superstitions. I am afraid they have a certain scientific basis." Old Man Logan narrowed an eye: "Furthermore, awakening the dead to encourage the living is not also a kind of Is it romantic?"

Bediwell looked at the old human man in front of him suspiciously. He never thought Logan was such a romantic person, but the old mage always emphasized romance.

"So, do you know what to do?" the old mage asked.

"Let’s contact Leo’s relatives, Sherylchard first." Bediwell took out the phone subconsciously and shivered at the same time: "If I said I wanted to get a relic of Leo from her, she would I won't be furious..."

"That lioness should be able to do it. It depends on how you handle it smoothly." Logan seemed to see through all of this: "You are not obligated to help our little champion, after all, he took it away from you. The championship trophy of the round table trial arena. But if you are willing to help him, he should live...better. Whether you want to help him or not, it depends on your wishes, great love."

"Don't laugh at me." Bediveville gave the old mage a blank look. After much anxiety, he still called Sheryl Chad.

"Hello, Sherylchard?"

"You call me at this time, aren't you trying to comfort me?" On the other side of the phone came the cold voice of the snow lion.

"Can't you? After all, you just attended the funeral of your brother." Bediwell said softly, "I couldn't be there today because of the competition, but I think I should at least call to send condolences..."

"You have done a superfluous thing, Mr. Bediwell." Sherylchard did not appreciate it: "I am not weak enough to need your comfort."

"I'm sorry." The young werewolf shrank suddenly.

"Put aside your insincere condolences. You may call me something else, right?" Sherylchard seems to have seen through Bediwell's careful thoughts: "Say, you think What do you want?"

"Okay, okay." Bediwell plucked up the courage and asked, "I actually wanted to ask... Before Leo left, did he leave anything that he wanted to give to Elaine?"

There was a deep silence over the microphone. And it lasted a long time.

"Sherry Chad...?" Bediwell finally lost patience and asked.

"Have you even guessed this?" The Snow Lion Girl sighed, "Sure enough, I still can't help it..."

"So there is something left for Elaine before Leo leaves." The young werewolf not only frowned sadly: "Can you hand it over? That should be what Leo ordered to give Elaine, right?"

"The truth is the truth. I also know that the child's last wish should be faithfully implemented. However, emotionally I still can't accept...Give that thing...to that guy for nothing."

Sherylchard's hatred for Elaine should have reached an unprecedented level. Especially, when Elaine appeared in front of Sherchard in the form of a white lion. Bediwell could even feel the anger in the Snow Lion Girl's heart only by imagination.

"But a promise is a promise..." Sherchard said again: "You will find that the Lion Race is a race that respects the weight of the promise. We will even use our lives to keep the promise we made."

"Besides, Leo will be happy to deliver what he wants to entrust to the right person." Bradyville added.

Sherylchard immediately replied coldly: "The deceased will not have thoughts, nor will there be joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. When a person dies, he is dead forever and cannot feel anything. Please don't change the feeling of the living Impose on the dead."

"I'm sorry." The werewolf youth had to apologize again.

"Forget it." The Snow Lion Maiden sighed again: "I can return the thing to that guy. Just to keep the agreement. But I can't give him that thing for nothing. Sure enough, there are still conditions."

"What's the requirement? I want Elaine to come and fetch it himself... I will kneel and kowtow to you... something?"

"No. I don't want to see that guy's face again. I don't want to in my life."

Elaine the White Lion now looks almost exactly the same as Leo Potter. Just that face is a great offense to Sherchard.

"With conditions, um, let me think about—"

She shook out coldly:

"How are you dating me?"