One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 303 The Deep Well of Soul

After a whole day and night of tossing, the bloodshot Voldemort finally gave up the idea of ​​taking the Philosopher's Stone out of the box.

Because he realized that the magic that was blessed on it was not any known spell at all, but another form of magic that he had never seen before. The rune combinations mentioned are somewhat similar.

But the problem is, since the publication of this book last year, he has basically either planned his resurrection deliberately or is on the way to escape. He has no time to calm down and study these things.

Not to mention cracking the magic on the box, you can't even recognize all the runes.

As for those Death Eaters who have been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, they are basically insulated from the outside world, and they can't be counted on at all.

When I was young, I had just woken up not long ago, and it still occupied the body of the liar Gilderoy Lockhart, and there was not much useful knowledge in my mind at all.

Seeing the Sorcerer's Stone so close at hand but unable to get it, the Dark Lord exuded a terrifying hostility and murderous aura all over his body, even the most loyal Bellacritus lowered his head and dared not make a sound, for fear of his master's wrath Take it out on yourself.

"We must find South! Only he has mastered the method of obtaining the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort said in a slightly gloomy voice when he was a student.

"No! You are wrong! The top priority right now is not to find Sous, but to seize a piece of magic mercury so that I can be resurrected first. Only in this way can we have the capital to meet and negotiate with him. Don't forget, he is not an ordinary A Hogwarts second-year student, a monster with the blood of the Dumbledore family flowing through him."

While saying these words, the elder Voldemort's eyes flickered with a chilling glint, obviously already had his own plans.

Although he himself prefers to use the Sorcerer's Stone to resurrect, so as to obtain a more powerful body.

But by now, it was obvious that he couldn't take care of that much anymore.

"Master, according to the information provided by the newspaper, there are just two pieces of magic mercury that are about to be auctioned in Paris, France. In addition, that also happens to be the place where South appeared last."

August hurriedly handed over a copy of the "Daily Prophet" that he had brought out during the raid on the Ministry of Magic.

Since he was originally a spy, he paid special attention to intelligence gathering. Even when he was not fighting, he didn't forget to grab all the newspapers, documents and other things, and now it finally came in handy.

"Paris, France? You can just go to avoid the limelight. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic should have issued a warrant for us, and there may be a large-scale search in the British Isles. It is obviously unwise to stay and start a war at this time. .”

Voldemort glanced at the contents of the newspaper and made a quick decision.

Because he knew very well that in his current state, he wanted to do things in the British magic world where Dumbledore was sitting. It was purely impatient to live.

On the contrary, the European continent is relatively safe.

With Dumbledore's character, he would definitely not leave Hogwarts easily, so it was definitely the right choice to go to Paris, France to get a piece of magic mercury first.

Soon, the Death Eaters took control of several Muggle sailors and a small boat in a nearby port, and quietly embarked on a journey to the other side of the sea.

Since the average width of the English Channel is only 240 kilometers, and the narrowest Dover Channel is only 34 kilometers wide, it took them less than two hours to leave the UK and appear in the suburbs of Paris.

Sensing the ubiquitous magical monitoring around him, the young Voldemort immediately sarcastically said in a slightly mocking tone: "It seems that the disturbance made by the group of dark wizards in Berlin made the entire French magic world very nervous. Put on such a big battle. Maybe I can repeat the same trick, and then encourage or instigate the dark wizards gathered here, so that they can make a little noise."

"You'd better not do this. Our goal is to seize a piece of magic mercury. If there is any trouble at this time that causes the auction to be cancelled, or attracts Dumbledore, it will not be worth the candle." The elder Voldemort He issued a stern warning tone.

"We can grab an invitation for you, and then you can easily enter the auction site with compound decoction." August cautiously suggested.

"Master! Leave this task to me! I swear on my life that I will get back both copies of magic mercury for you."

Bellacritus' eyes shone with madness.

At this moment, she couldn't wait to find a poor victim to cast the Cruciatus Curse, and to vent her twisted and pathological desires by torturing others.

Looking at the two subordinates with very different personalities kneeling in front of him, Voldemort thought for a moment and quickly ordered: "Bellacritus, you lead someone to find a suitable target, then kill him and take the invitation. Remember , I hope that this matter will be carried out quietly in the dark, instead of making a scene out of everyone, understand?"

"Of course! I promise to kill the opponent as quickly as possible, so that he doesn't even have time to scream."

Bellacritus licked her parched lips with a cruel smile.

After she turned away with several Death Eaters, Voldemort turned his eyes to August and said in a meaningful tone: "As for you, I have a more important task for you to do."

"Please tell me."

August lowered his head humbly, not daring to meet his master's eyes at all.

"Go and find out all the news about South. If you find his residence in Paris, please inform me immediately." Voldemort bent down and whispered in the Death Eater's ear.

"Understood."

August nodded vigorously, and then disappeared in place with the rest of his companions.

Seeing that all the Death Eaters had left, the young Voldemort pointed to himself and asked, "Then what do I need to do now?"

"You? You don't need to do anything, just stay here with me and wait for the news."

After all, the corners of the elderly Voldemort's mouth turned up slightly, showing a hint of playfulness, and at the same time, there was an incomparably deep glint in his eyes.

...

Just when the Death Eaters began to operate secretly in Paris, the entire British wizarding world was blown up.

Following the "Daily Prophet" robbing Azkaban Prison, the two Dark Lords led a large number of Death Eaters to successfully raid the Ministry of Magic, and also snatched the second Sorcerer's Stone, which has the ability to resurrect from the dead. It was published on the headlines of the front page, and the wizards, who were still immersed in peace and tranquility, were all shocked and collectively lost their voices.

Whether it was Lucius Malfoy, who once took refuge in Voldemort, and later betrayed at the speed of light because of his downfall, or those who were on the front line against the Death Eaters, they all felt an unprecedented chill.

Especially Lucius, who knew some inside information in the last semester, only felt chills all over his body and his hands and feet were cold at the moment.

Because he knew better than anyone else that Voldemort chose to go to Azkaban to rob prison instead of directly sending out a summoning signal, obviously because he no longer trusted Death Eaters like himself who had escaped the liquidation of the Ministry of Magic.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Dark Lord, he was already a traitor who deserved death.

For the traitors among the Death Eaters, there is usually only one end, that is, the whole family is killed, even the newborn babies are no exception.

So Lucius didn't dare to neglect at all, and immediately sent an owl messenger to get in touch with Zuo Si.

About a few hours later, he appeared in a luxurious manor on the outskirts of Paris, France through Floo powder.

"Good evening, my friend. I'm sure you haven't had time to eat dinner yet, right? Well, let's have some with me. You know, French food is much better than British food. I really hope that Hogwarts can introduce some cloth." Sparton's menu."

Zuo Si sat at a dining table filled with various delicacies, and extended an invitation to the dusty Lucius Malfoy.

At his signal, a maid who had undergone strict etiquette training immediately spread out a napkin in a very pleasing gesture, intending to spread it on the lap of the guest.

But before he got close, he was clearly rejected by the other party who raised his hand.

Lucius obviously didn't have the slightest intention to eat at the moment, so he asked bluntly, "Do you know what happened in England?"

"Of course. Like the Dark Lord's comeback, and two such big things, France has already followed suit and reported.

But I'm curious, what the hell are those idiots at the Ministry of Magic doing to get hacked so easily?

If I remember correctly, the Department of Mysteries claims to have a more rigorous magical defense system than Hogwarts.

But in the end, it was so easily breached, it was almost as if there was no defense. "

While complaining in a disdainful tone, Zuo Si picked up a piece of fried foie gras and put it on his own plate to enjoy.

According to the description in the newspaper, it took less than half an hour for Voldemort to lead the Death Eaters from the beginning of the invasion to the successful retreat.

During this period, except for a few brave Aurors who stood up and tried to fight against the invaders at the very beginning, but were defeated in the end due to being outnumbered, the rest were basically defeated at the first touch, and they did not dare to confront these desperadoes head-on .

Especially for a Death Eater with such a vicious reputation like Bellacritus, two or three people can often chase seven or eight wizards from the Ministry of Magic and run around.

It was precisely because of the great panic and confusion they created that they were not hindered at all when they invaded the Department of Mysteries. It really gave people a feeling that mud could not support the wall.

"It can't be blamed for their incompetence. You don't understand, it's two Dark Lords teaming up, and someone like August who is familiar with the internal situation of the Department of Mysteries is leading the way. What's more, not long ago, Fudge sent the most elite Aurors here Keeping you safe, the defenses of the Ministry of Magic will inevitably become empty."

For the first time, Lucius defended the British Ministry of Magic.

Compared with the accusations and abuse of the current Minister of Magic by the current public opinion, he is very clear that this is not Fudge's fault.

Especially the young Voldemort possessed by Gilderoy Lockhart, probably related to the diary he threw to Arthur Weasley's young daughter.

As soon as he thought that he had inadvertently contributed to the alliance of the two Dark Lords, sweat ran down Lucius' forehead, making the normally proud "White Peacock" look panic-stricken.

Zuo Si keenly grasped this point, swallowed the food in his mouth and asked with a smile, "What's the situation in the British magic world now?"

"The Ministry of Magic issued an urgent arrest warrant the next day, Fudge was also impeached by the parliament, and if nothing else happens, he should step down soon.

Some people hope that Dumbledore can serve as the Minister of Magic and lead everyone to fight against the return of the Dark Lord, but he expressly refused.

Umbridge is actively operating, hoping to take the position of Minister of Magic.

However, due to the loss of the Philosopher's Stone, she was unable to maintain the interest relationship she had established with various families, so she did not receive much support.

In short, the entire British wizarding world was terrified by the sudden appearance of the Dark Lord.

Many pure-blood families who once supported the Dark Lord are also ready to move.

After all, for them, as long as they can obtain magic mercury, it doesn't really matter who owns the Philosopher's Stone.

Just the opposite!

With the concept of pure blood supremacy advocated by the Dark Lord, they can get more from it. "

Lucius told all the situation he knew in one breath, without any intention of concealing it.

Because he knows that there are only three people in the current wizarding world who have the strength to fight against Voldemort.

One of them was Gellert Grindelwald who was imprisoned in Nurmengard, the other was Albus Dumbledore who was sitting in Hogwarts, and the other was the young man with the deepest hidden and the highest potential for future growth. people.

Although Gellert Grindelwald's name is resounding throughout Europe, the Malfoy family has no contact or friendship with him.

In a way, Dumbledore is more of an enemy of Lucius and his family.

So in the end, the only hope still rests on Zuo Si.

What's more, the two reached a cooperation agreement last year.

"So... everyone now assumes that Voldemort has successfully taken the Philosopher's Stone and will be resurrected soon?"

Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of the freshly squeezed grape juice from the estate's own grapes, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Lucius froze for a moment, then seemed to sense something, and immediately asked excitedly: "You mean, the Dark Lord hasn't got the Sorcerer's Stone yet?"

"Of course not. Do you think I will hand over the Philosopher's Stone without any protection or backup? Actually, the Philosopher's Stone has never really escaped my control."

As she spoke, Zuo Si raised her left hand and gently grabbed the air, and an inconspicuous black stone filled the gap between her thumb and index finger out of thin air.

Gudong!

Lucius, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, swallowed subconsciously, his face full of horror.

Even in his dreams, he couldn't believe that what Voldemort had worked so hard to grab was so easily summoned by the young man in front of him, and then he threw it on the side of the table like garbage, next to the leftover bones. Together.

It seems that in the eyes of Zuo Si, this treasure that can create the magic mercury that can bring people back to life is not as important as the ribs in front of him.

Especially when the stains left by the soup and sauce splashed on the Sorcerer's Stone almost caused Lucius to have a compulsive attack, he rushed over to wipe it clean with a handkerchief, and placed it in a luxurious table decorated with countless gems and gold. in the box.

Only in this way can it be worthy of the status of this treasure.

Zuo Si seemed to have done an insignificant thing, and continued on his own: "As you can see, although the Dark Lord successfully snatched the Philosopher's Stone from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

But he and his Death Eaters couldn't touch the Philosopher's Stone itself, so naturally they couldn't use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect.

In other words, all the concerns of the British wizarding community, including yours, are meaningless.

Because the person you are afraid of is still in a half-dead state, and he doesn't have enough strength to make a comeback.

So there is no need to be so nervous and fearful, just do what you should do. "

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si returned the magic stone covered with various soups and sauces back into the box.

I don't know how Voldemort will feel when he sees the smell of onion, garlic and gravy emanating from the Philosopher's Stone...

The corner of Lucius's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he hurriedly asked in an uncertain tone: "You expected the Dark Lord's actions? And you still played with him?"

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied: "It's not like playing with the palm of your hand, but there is a little foretelling.

After all, that guy had spied on the first Philosopher's Stone made by Nicole Flamel last year, so it was only normal to stare at the second Philosopher's Stone.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that he could tolerate the existence of another self at the same time.

By the way, when you gave that diary to the youngest daughter of the Weasley family, you probably didn't know the true nature of this thing, did you? "

"You know the diary?!" Lucius' face changed slightly.

He always thought that he did this thing seamlessly, and no one saw it at all.

"Of course I know. It was one of the most important Horcruxes of your former master. He was able to entrust this kind of thing to you for safekeeping, which shows his trust in you at that time. But who would have thought that the Malfoy family has many characteristics, But it never included loyalty. It was because you threw that diary into Hogwarts that you ended up with the two Dark Lords joining forces."

Zuo Si told the truth of the matter neatly, and admired the wonderful expression changes on the other party's face with great interest.

Lucius, who learned the truth, first revealed unconcealable shock, followed by fear, despair, and genuine fear of Voldemort.

At this moment, he could finally be sure that he would never be able to return to his status as a Death Eater by relying on his repeated horizontal jumping skills.

Because just by throwing out important Horcruxes like garbage to create chaos, Voldemort will never let himself go.

After a long silence, Lucius immediately knelt down on one knee without hesitation, and said in an extremely serious tone: "Your Excellency, please accept the allegiance of me and the entire Malfoy family. From now on, I will be your The most loyal and humble servant, willing to obey every order you give."

"Why, are you afraid now? When you thought you were smart enough to control the situation, did you ever think that such a day would come?" Zuo Si couldn't help showing a mocking smile.

Even if you think with your ass, you know that the oath of allegiance of "White Peacock" at this moment is entirely to find a backer for the family, so that they can have a place to shelter their family when they are retaliated by Voldemort.

"I admit that I have committed the original sin of arrogance and greed." Lucius laughed wryly at himself. "But I promise that I will be a useful servant to help you with many problems and troubles."

"Hehe, let me wait and see. Until you show enough value, the agreement between us remains the same. I will protect your son Dellako, but not the Malfoy family."

Zuo Si sneered and rejected the other party's idea of ​​hugging her thigh.

But Lucius obviously did not give up, but raised his head and continued to plead: "I will prove to you the value of myself and the Malfoy family. But please give me a chance to show myself!"

"Well - let me see, why not put Umbridge to the position of Minister for Magic as a test. If you can do this in your own strength, I accept Malfoy's allegiance."

Zuo Si made the condition casually.

He was very curious about how much trouble this man in front of him could cause in the British wizarding world.

"as you wish!"

Lucius put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then got up and returned to the British Isles with the help of Floo powder.

Not long after the "White Peacock" left, Mrs. Carlone appeared in the restaurant with graceful steps.

She glanced around first, and then said in a half-joking tone: "Hope's arrival didn't disturb your meal."

"Of course not, I like to chat a little while eating. I wonder if there is something important about your sudden visit?" Zuo Si tentatively asked with a smile on his face.

"It's like this. Except for the first of the three pieces of magic mercury that you gave me before being used, the remaining two will be put up for public auction soon. In order to ensure that you can win the trust of all buyers who come to participate, I hope to be able to be there and give the pledge in public."

Carlo Lin didn't waste time going around in circles, and expressed her intention very simply.

After several contacts, she has clearly realized that the young people in front of her don't like those red tapes, so she decisively chooses the most direct way.

"Isn't your illustrious background and the family reputation behind it not enough to reassure those buyers?" Zuo Si asked in surprise.

Carlo Lin explained helplessly: "If it is an ordinary magic item or precious material, of course there is no problem. But if it is magic mercury that can bring people back to life, it is obviously not enough to rely on background and family reputation. Because there are Many of the buyers who came to participate in the auction are no less prominent than me, and this request is exactly what they put forward."

"Ah! I see. Two servings of magic quicksilver can't satisfy their appetite, so they want to meet me, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, and try to get more from me."

Zuo Si is so clever, he guessed the other party's intention in an instant.

Any guarantees and such bullshit are liars.

With the special properties of magic mercury, there is absolutely nothing in this world that can be imitated or even replaced. You can tell whether it is genuine or fake at a glance.

"I'm very sorry to have caused you unnecessary trouble." Madam Carlone had an apologetic expression on her face.

But Zuo Si responded indifferently: "It's okay, it's just a matter of showing your face anyway. By the way, if you don't mind, can you tell me where the magic mercury is used?"

"I handed it over to the alchemist hired by the family for research."

Mrs. Carlo Lin generously gave the answer.

Under the teaching of her grandfather, she understood that it is better to admit this kind of thing than to hide it.

After all, nothing was researched in the end.

"Research?" Zuo Si couldn't help laughing when he heard the word. "If I'm not mistaken, those alchemists should not be able to research any results, right?"

Mrs. Carlo Lin nodded bitterly: "Yes. After the magic mercury was taken out, it evaporated completely in less than 24 hours. Not a single drop was left.

No matter what those alchemists try to do, they can't stop this process.

Maybe... that's the difference between a genius and a mortal.

You can create a second, more powerful Philosopher's Stone, but they can't even stop the magic quicksilver from evaporating. "

"No, ma'am, this is not the difference between a genius and a mortal, but an order of magnitude difference in the field of knowledge. Also, regarding the auction, I will be there on time."

After saying this, Zuo Si picked up the napkin and wiped the oil stains on the corners of her mouth, then stood up and walked towards the cellar.

"thanks."

Carlolin gracefully raised her skirt, raised her wand and directly cast apparition to disappear in place.

While the maids and house elves were busy removing the leftovers from the dining table, Zuo Si returned to the laboratory and cast a few spells directly at the only entrance to ensure that no one could break in.

After finishing all this, he turned his gaze to the black stone door in the center of the room.

Different from ordinary portals, this gate exudes cold negative energy from the world of death from the inside to the outside, and the surface is densely covered with twisted and struggling mortal souls.

For various reasons, these souls were blocked between the curtain and the real world. They could neither enter the world of the dead nor stay in the world of the living.

They are not ghosts that stay in the living world simply because they cannot let go of their obsessions, but are closer to ghosts, wraiths and other malicious souls.

Obviously, Zuo Si is trying to tear a gap from the middle of the curtain by collecting these souls.

In fact, he had come very close to success in the first few experiments.

The only problem now is that there is no way to control the size and stability of the rift.

If it is too small, then people cannot pass it directly;

If it is too large, it will cause those souls who have not lost their memory to flee like a tide, causing unimaginable damage to the world of the living.

As for stability, it is related to whether you can go back the same way after entering.

Although being a planeswalker, Zuo Si can travel between different worlds with the power of sparks.

But the problem is that the world after death obviously does not belong to the material world, or even a separate world, but the shadow and appendage of the real world.

God knows what the consequences of using the power of the spark over there will be.

Therefore, maintaining the stability of the portal has become a crucial matter.

I saw Zuo Si first checked the portal from beginning to end, as well as those soul states that were opening their mouths wide and trying to scream, before injecting magical energy into the interior.

In the blink of an eye!

Those wraiths who seemed to have been pressed the mute button suddenly let out piercing screams, and the terrifying sound directly shattered all the glassware placed on the table, and even the table and chairs were inevitably cracked .

There is no doubt that these sounds are not ordinary sound waves or noises, but a shock that contains terrible negative energy.

If calculated according to the magic level of Faerun Continent, this is basically equivalent to several mages above level 17, casting the nine-ring necromancy magic [Howl of the Banshee] together.

If there are dense crowds around, a large number of people will die in minutes.

But Zuo Si, like a normal person, directly blocked these noises and focused all his attention on controlling energy.

In about two or three minutes, accompanied by piercing screams, a vague black curtain appeared in the middle of the black stone door.

Moreover, a gap of about two meters was cut in the middle of the curtain.

next second...

Hula!

A terrifying chill instantly blew out from the other side of the curtain, covering the entire room with white frost.

No need to ask, this is the result of the moisture in the air instantly turning into a solid in an ultra-low temperature environment.

Enduring the terrifying ultra-low temperature that was enough to freeze the soul, Zuo Si seemed to try to adjust the amount of magic energy input several times until the entrance of the curtain became completely stable, then he let out a long breath and quickly blessed himself After collecting a lot of protective magic, he resolutely walked in.

The moment a foot steps over!

A gray mist completely enveloped the eyes.

In the world of death, it is impossible to see more than ten meters away, and everything, including yourself, gives people a hazy and fuzzy feeling.

Besides, there is no sound here, and no bright colors, just black and white intertwined.

At the beginning, he could still feel a bit of biting chill, but soon an indescribable numbness quickly swept his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of messy and absurd sounds began to file back and forth in my mind.

"Where is this?"

"who I am?

"Where am I going?"

"Death! This is death! I'm dead!"

...

Through repeated confirmation and identification, Zuo Si realized that these voices came from the thoughts of other wandering souls around him.

Since the entire post-death world has no sound, and there is no way to communicate and communicate, these souls can only continuously release a weak telepathy to the surroundings to convey their thoughts.

However, from the numb faces and eyes, it is not difficult to see that they are simply sending out signals, but have no ability to receive signals.

The reason Zuo Si was able to receive it was entirely because he brought the physical body with him.

In the process of releasing this signal, all souls are constantly consuming their own thinking and memory, and eventually become blank souls like blank paper.

Following the mighty army of souls that emerged from nowhere, Zuo Si quickly came to the abyss mouth mentioned by Grindelwald, and was instantly shocked by the sight before him.

Because it is too big!

It is so big that you can't see the end at a glance, and it has a diameter of at least hundreds of kilometers.

And it seems to have an inexplicable attraction to the souls of the dead, and hundreds of millions of souls are circling around it.

Those who have not completely lost their memory are obviously more resistant to approaching the huge mouth of the abyss, so they always try to return to the outermost edge.

And those who lost almost all their memory were like walking corpses, surrounded by large troops and jumped down together, disappearing from this world forever.

What is underneath?

There was a strong curiosity in Zuo Si's eyes.

To figure this out, he cast a shock spell directly at the army of souls wandering around the edge.

There were more than tens of thousands of souls who stumbled and fell down on the spot, and there were many unlucky ones whose memories had not completely disappeared.

As a result, about three to five seconds later, a glaring white light gushed out directly from the bottom of the abyss, forming a pillar that shot straight into the sky.

"Oh - my God! This is... This is pure energy formed entirely by the precipitation of countless souls? How huge! How spectacular!" Zuo Si exclaimed in his heart.

He now finally understands what is the source of magical power in this world.

It is not part of the divine power torn from the two goddesses of creation like Faerun's magic net;

It is also not the world where the floating city of Plantia is located. The magic power comes from the core of the planet.

The magic of this world comes from the deep well formed by the precipitation of countless souls in this afterlife.

Whether it's those magical animals or the power in the wizard's body, they all resonate with the energy overflowing here, and finally form various magical effects.

The souls whose memories hadn't been cleaned just now were thrown into the deep well, immediately evoked such a strong resonance response, which is the most obvious evidence.

In other words, all spells are essentially soul magic in its purest form.

It also explains why emotions have such a huge impact on wizards' spellcasting, and why Gellert Grindelwald said that wizards' souls are different from Muggles'.

After figuring out the truth, Zuo Si took out a blank card without hesitation, drained and exhausted all the energy in the mana pool, and finally succeeded in making the most powerful land card so far.

[Land Card: Legendary Land - Entrance to the Deep Well of Soul]

[LV10 colorless card (upgradeable)]

[Card Quality: Unique]

[Effect: When the card takes effect, it can provide 300 points of universal mana per day, and all spells and cards will resonate with emotional fluctuations, and the more intense the emotion, the more it will increase.

Among them, anger, excitement, and angry emotions will increase the destructive power of offensive magic;

Sanity and calm emotions will increase the duration of the spell;

Happiness, joy, and joy will double the positive energy magic such as treatment;

Killing emotions will strengthen spells related to instant death and negative energy;

Love will improve the effect of protective magic;

Curiosity will increase the success rate of exploration and predictive magic;

Strong desire will greatly enhance charm and control magic;

Negative emotions such as frustration, disappointment, fear, anxiety, etc. will cause all spells to have a one-third chance of failure.

Note that only one of the above emotional effects can take effect at a time, and multiple emotions cannot be superimposed]

[Using this card does not require mana consumption]

[If the card effect is destroyed or destroyed by other magical powers, it will automatically enter the graveyard and wait for rebirth for 365 days]

Looking at the detailed description of the card in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and he immediately turned around and followed the original path back to the world of the living.

Obviously, through this exploration of the afterlife, he has touched the deepest secrets of this world.

Moreover, the land card in his hand is not the full potential of the Well of Souls, it is only temporarily developed to the limit with the power of his planeswalker sparks.

It's like the [Floating City Tower] that was originally made, and after several upgrades, it has become a [Floating City], and the quality has also been upgraded from ordinary to precious.

When the Planeswalker level is raised in the future, and this land card is continuously strengthened, sooner or later the word entrance after [Entrance to the Deep Well of Soul] will be removed.

As for how to utilize the incomparably huge soul energy in the deep well of the death world, Zuo Si has no idea yet.

If it is purely used as a source and supplement of energy, it is obviously too wasteful.

Similarly, he doesn't intend to use these soul energies to make himself the god of death in this world, and he has no time to establish order in the underworld and after death.

After hesitating again and again, Zuo Si destroyed all the research materials and equipment, and only hid the secret deep in his memory, planning to wait until he had a clue.

Anyway, no one in this world has any in-depth research on the world after death, so the big soul well will not run away if it is placed there.

What Zuo Si wants to do the most right now is to try to practice controlling his emotions so that he can resonate accordingly when needed.

Obviously, this is not an easy task.

Because in most cases, emotions are responses to external stimuli, which are uncontrollable.

And the more you try to suppress it, the more your emotions will bottom out like a spring, and eventually lead to a breakdown or depression.

But the purpose of Zuo Si is not to suppress and control these emotions, but to amplify those originally small emotions through training.

For example, when fighting an enemy, try to think about something that makes you angry, and then imagine the other person's face as the person who made you angry, so that you can use anger to strengthen the destructive power of offensive magic.

By the same token, emotions such as happiness, killing intent, and desire can also be stimulated when needed.

Simply put, it is a kind of self-hypnosis.

If it is possible to repeatedly switch between different emotions in an instant, then Zuo Si will become an extremely terrifying spellcaster.

In order to achieve this, in the next few days, he was like a psychopath, sometimes angry, sometimes agitated, sometimes calm, sometimes murderous, and sometimes showing tenderness in his eyes...

The sudden change almost scared the maids and house elves in the manor to death.

Fortunately, the practice of transforming emotions did not make Zuo Si lose his mind, at least when he gave an order or asked for something, he would immediately return to normal.

This situation lasted until the day of the auction, when he calmed down a little and followed Mrs. Carlone to the scene.

Since the people who came to participate in the bidding were basically big and famous families in the European magic world, the location was set in the family castle very close to the Palace of Fontainebleau.

As soon as he walked through the main entrance, a man who looked older than Dumbledore walked up to him and greeted him with a smile: "Welcome, Your Excellency South. I am Carlo Lin's grandfather, you can call him I am Earl Richard."

"Count? Are you still a nobleman?" Zuo Si's eyes showed a trace of curiosity.

Since the lifespan of wizards is generally outrageous, those with a little background can easily live to one or two hundred years old, so he is not sure if this person in front of him has experienced the French Revolution, and that Bourbon who is confused (physics) What does Louis XVI have to do with the last monarch of the dynasty.

"Hehe, before the secrecy law was promulgated, my family had always had a deep connection with the French royal family, and even got a piece of land. Although the land was returned for some reason, this title has always been retained." Self-proclaimed Earl Richard's old man explained proudly.

Under his guidance and introduction, Zuo Si soon got to know many famous family members.

But for some reason, he always felt that among these people, there seemed to be a pair of eyes hiding in the dark to spy on him...

(end of this chapter)