Lord of the North

"Sister, when she was six years old, it was discovered that there was another soul dormant in her body. When she was emotionally intense, it would replace her original soul, and it would recover the next day."

Tim nodded, his expression was a bit unbelievable, and he still felt incredible after all these years.

"And this second soul is very calm and rational when controlling her body, it can even be said to be ruthless, but the strength that erupts is much stronger than before."

He couldn't help shivering when he said this, as if he thought of some bad memory.

Why does it sound like a split personality? Jason raised his eyebrows, was it her second personality at that time?

"For this reason, my uncle, the great king of the Sea God Clan, set a seal on her second soul, which is the patterns on her face you can see."

Can the second personality be sealed?

In this way, Jason became suspicious of his guess just now. Maybe there is a soul in this world, so his situation can also be explained.

"For the sake of the fighting situation at that time, it is reasonable for her to choose to enter that state."

Tim still wanted to excuse Derek, he looked at Jason silent, and said anxiously: "She must be absolutely calm to attack Adrian effectively."

"Have a good rest."

There was no other expression on Jason's face. He was silent for a while, then got up and patted Tim on the shoulder and said softly, then turned and left.

"My lord..."

Watching his back, Tim opened his mouth, and finally he could only sigh helplessly.

"My lord is not an unreasonable person, so don't worry."

Lang Nat still has a good impression of this upright Poseidon boy, so he comforted him.

In fact, he didn't know what Jason was thinking in his heart. His young lord's mind was becoming more and more elusive.

Outside the door, Hassan saw Jason coming out and immediately stepped forward to follow behind him, and asked calmly, "My lord, what are you going to do with this matter?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Jason glanced at him lightly,

Hassan lowered his head and didn't meet his gaze.

"The subordinates dare not." Hassan replied quickly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Go and see how Derek is doing now." Jason looked at him and sighed, said softly, then lifted his foot and walked to the room where Derek was being held.

"Lord Hassan."

Just as Hassan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to step forward to follow Jason, Lancelot suddenly stopped him.

"What's the matter, Lord Lancelot?" Hassan stopped, but didn't turn around, only turned his face slightly.

"Although I think what you said is very reasonable, I still hope that you will not interfere with your lord's final decision."

Lancelot lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

"certainly."

Hassan paused in place for a while, then chuckled suddenly, and agreed.

Looking at his leaving back, Lancelot's eyes flickered.

Although it was a good thing that Jason had such absolutely rational subordinates, deep down in his heart he didn't really approve of Hassan's behavior, and even had a little resistance, but he could tell the big picture.

It's just that his current inner activities are very contradictory, so he doesn't plan to get involved in this matter,

"Lancelot, are you going to stand by and watch this matter?"

Gareth came over from behind him, his tone a little upset, he still felt aggrieved by what happened to Morando.

"Gareth, you need to keep one thing in mind."

Lancelot turned around and looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly: "We don't need to be involved in this matter, but everything we do is for the sake of adults and the land under your feet."

He felt that Gareth was a bit extreme, he was too obsessed with emotional issues, and lacked the calmness of a subordinate.

After speaking, he turned around and left, because Hassan's body had not recovered, and he was afraid of any accidents.

Gareth was left standing there by himself, his lips moving slightly, with a complicated expression and a little bewildered.

"Am I really wrong?" He said with some doubts.

"You're right, but you're also wrong."

Lang Nat, who had been standing behind him, took a step forward and said that he actually agreed with Gareth's statement from the bottom of his heart, but from another perspective, Gareth was indeed wrong.

But who is right and who is wrong, and who can tell?

On the other side where Derek was being held, Jason took Hassan and Lancelot and pushed open the door, but the look in the room made him frown.

Because there were many bloodstains on one wall of this room, and the quilt on the bed was also torn to pieces.

He stood at the door, looked at Derek who was curled up in the corner and hugged his head, and asked softly, "Can I come in and have a sit?"

But no one responded, and Jason noticed bloody scabs on the fingers of her hands. .

"Your Excellency, please."

Derek didn't raise his head, and after a while he moved his body before speaking quietly.

Seeing this situation, Jason didn't say anything. He went straight into the room and found a chair that was still available, and sat down in front of her.

"Miss Derek, don't you have anything to tell me?"

He had a calm expression, no emotions or anger, and he was completely different from the crazy look yesterday.

"What else is there to say?"

Derek raised her head slightly, her face was very bad, as if she hadn't slept for several days: "I knew there was going to be an accident, but I didn't expect it to be that way."

She paused here, and her tone became more and more low: "I'm sorry about your subordinate, I'm very grateful to him for saving my brother, if he has any family members, I will be responsible for it. "

"Morando is alone."

Jason shook his head, then looked her in the eyes and said, "Shouldn't you explain to me what you did yesterday?"

"Is the explanation useful?"

Derek was a little emotional, his eyes struggling: "Even if I explain it, you probably won't believe me, right?"

"If you don't try it, how do you know I don't believe it?"

"..."

Derek fell silent when he heard the words, and glanced at the floor on one side. After a while, he said in a low tone: "What can I say? This is a curse passed down from generation to generation by the Patrick family."

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In the distance of the barracks, there was a sneaky figure hiding behind a residential house and watching from afar.

If you are here with Tim immediately, you will definitely find that this figure is the human being they rescued-Buman, and Adrian was hiding in his home before.

At this moment, he was holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and there were only two arrows in the quiver around his waist. There was also a strange pattern on his hand, which was emitting a faint fluorescence.