Night Crow Master

"Yes, a thousand years." Edgeworth explained. "The last recorded killing of a hesitant behemoth was in April 19365."

"But... I have another speculation." He raised the container in his hand and looked at the liquid in the bottle. "I have checked the records in the Bassatona Empire, the Lansu Kingdom, and the Arabella Empire. , I found that the time when the hesitation giant beast appeared was a bit strange—"

"Their appearance time, observation time, and hunting record time are all concentrated in a few time periods, and there is no record of other times."

The pages of the automatic secretary in Edgeworth's spirit were scrolled onto the records he had copied, only time and approximate records were copied, making this more clear.

"There is a blank period...sleeping?"

"It's not a deep sleep." Edgeworth shook his head, "I have speculated that it has something to do with the Phantom World. These things have nothing to do with you now. At least until you grow up to the level of a formal wizard, I will let You are involved in this matter."

"Let me participate?" Yate's eyes widened and pointed to himself.

"It's good for you." Edgeworth glanced at him. Regarding the Phantom Realm, even the timid wizard would not refuse it. After all, the Phantom Realm is about the future of every wizard and can enter the Phantom. Although the world is dangerous, the things that can be obtained at the same time cannot be accumulated for hundreds of years.

"Leave this aside, do you want to see the memory of the hesitating giant beast?" Edgeworth raised the crystal container in his hand. "Monsters and spellcasters have different ways of remembering. The bridge, that is, the gradual increase of the spiritual vortex, will be transferred to the soul, and the body will basically not retain memory. The memory of monsters and most transcendents will remain on the body, in the bloodline, which is inherited memory. ."

"Would you like to give it a try? Although the chances are very low, when observing inheritance and memory, it is possible to obtain blood inheritance." The great wizard's tone was full of bewitching flavors, and even subconsciously used suggestion techniques.

Yate thought about it carefully, then asked aloud:

"Is it dangerous?"

"Probably not."

"That is there?"

"The same can be said."

"How dangerous is it?"

"syncope."

"Then I accept it." After a series of inquiries to confirm the risk, Yatou agreed.

Edgeworth couldn't help shook his head, this kid was more cautious than him: "You kid..."

He didn't tell the truth.

In fact, as a human being, it is very dangerous to accept the memory of monsters, but in order to confirm whether Yate is what he expected, he needs to be verified.

The means of verification is to accept memory inheritance through the blood of monsters.

If the other party really is, then he will not fail if he accepts the inherited memory of the hesitant behemoth that is closely connected with the Phantom World, and he will succeed if others are doomed to fail.

The fragmentation of the previous lucky ring can also be fully confirmed.

Is it a time of turmoil again?

Can those idiots of the Holy See think that they can transform the cross church through parasites and transform the wizard into another spellcaster.

It's so stupid.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Edgeworth's heart, but then it turned into sadness.

As the great wizard of the prophecy system, he knows more things than others.

The elves who have lost their gaze, the abyss and **** at the source of the turmoil, the human beings as the protagonist of the era, the fading humanoid alien race, the escaped dragon race...

Haha, after ten thousand years, it will become an epic of praise.

Even if he is the great wizard of Wuhen prophecy, he can't get rid of it, no, he is just a small character.

Even under the crown of the pope closest to the summit, the wizard emperors of various empires, the two mercenary kings who were all-powerful at the time, the greatest predictor of the future, the son of chaos, Pasha Mennon, forcibly set the human and alien races. The Mercury Singer of Order..... There are other strong men, none of them can break free from the shackles.

The stronger, the harder it is to get out of the cage.

Everyone is a string puppet, the stronger the puppet string, the stronger and stronger.

They can only wait quietly, waiting for the drama of the turmoil of the times, waiting for the change of fate.

change destiny?

Who knows whether "changing fate" is the trajectory of fate?

Edgeworth looked at the back of his hand, as if there was an invisible thread leading to the sky.

I don't know exactly when this sad opera that is praised by the world will begin to be staged.

"Sage of Aurora", "Sage of Twins", "Eye of Hell", "Emperor of Mercenary", "Soul Player", "Son of the Abyss", "Cursed Humanoid"...

My Excellency, Eye of the Future, who has a lifespan, only left these names before his death, and some of them were wiped out before they were finished.....

The drama of a thousand years ago was not the beginning at all, but now it is...

Is the young man in front of the sad opera called an epic one of them?

Revenant player? Eye of Hell?

Edgeworth's gaze swept over his broken ring. If the other party was one of them, then Faster would accept this young man as an apprentice and it would be able to explain...

"Yat." Edgeworth looked at Yate. "Take this one."

The container in Edgeworth's hand flew to Yate.

And Yate subconsciously stretched out his hands and grabbed it.

"I will separate the blood of the wandering behemoth inside. You can try to infiltrate it with psychic energy and try to perceive." Edgeworth's tone is very flat, it sounds like he thinks Yate won't have any gain at all. same.

"Perception with psychic energy..." Yate frowned, and then he saw the tiny red threads floating in the container floating in front of his eyes.

Looking at the blue-robed old man 20 meters away, Yate took a deep breath, and the dark spirits in the spirit sea could gush out.

The light black psychic energy wrapped the silky red blood line, and the next moment, a strong sense of abnormality came.

In an instant, he felt some changes in his body.

Huhu——

Yate only felt the vision around his body instantly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

He wanted to do something, but the body did not give any feedback at all--

It's like the situation of subjective viewing in a virtual reality game.

Rumbling--

A huge roar rang in Yate's ears.

The angle of view slowly rises.

A huge eye that seemed to occupy the entire sky, looked down from the white sky.

ps: One hundred and twenty chapters, some foreshadowing can also be revealed-"Sorrowful Epic".

Some of the roles represented by the title have already appeared, this should be easy to guess.

At the same time dig deeper pits.

(I want to recommend tickets... I feel that I have so few recommended tickets... and I was complained by other authors)_(:з」∠)_