Please listen to the voice of black magic

"Um……"

Sitting at the desk, Annan lowered his head and played with the "luminous cup" in his hand.

What he was holding was a tall shot glass that exuded a hazy light.

The light blue wine glass feels neither jade nor stone, with a wonderful soft touch.

When this thing collides with other objects, it will make a crisp sound, like a percussion instrument.

This thing is an item made by Annan through black magic soul refinement, an item made with his soul.

"The grape wine luminous cup is just fine without wine. It looks pretty, but doesn't it have any special abilities?"

Annan studied it for a while, but didn't see any special effect in the luminous cup in his hand.

This object made with his soul is probably no different from an ordinary wine glass, and can only be used to hold drinks.

"There must be something special. It's probably the light naturally emitted by this kind of item made by the soul. Is this the light of the soul? I don't know if it will dissipate. Maybe it will disappear soon after it lasts?"

Annan's thoughts moved, and the small wine glass that was originally in his hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The next second, the luminous cup reappeared in his hand.

"Also, because this thing is made with my soul, when I come into contact with it, I can take it back into my body, or rather into my soul, and then take it out again at any time."

Annan put the small wine glass on the table, then he raised his hand high, clenched his fist and hammered it down.

bump!

Annan smashed the shot glass he had just made.

Items made with souls can be destroyed by the simplest physical means.

The small luminous wine glass was completely shattered and disappeared from the world without leaving a trace.

"Without leaving any residue, isn't the soul considered a real substance? But this wine glass can really be touched. Tsk tsk, it's a spiritualistic magic."

Annan recovered a little bit of soul fragments in the wine glass, but it was really not much. Maybe one-tenth of the soul fragments used to make the wine glass were not included, so it could only be regarded as better than nothing.

However, the cost of making wine glasses is completely negligible to Annan. It is estimated that he can easily make thousands or hundreds of wine glasses of this level.

"My soul should be very large. Unfortunately, there is no standard way to test souls in this world."

When Annan was taking the magic aptitude test at the Magic Academy, he asked the magic professor Dulan if he could test and examine the soul. Unfortunately, there is no formal way to observe the soul in this world.

"Most of the magic related to the soul is black magic. It is impossible to tell the professor that I also know a black magic that can round the soul and press it flat. He will be too worried."

Magicians with souls can basically only study and investigate their own souls, and then try to use language or text to communicate with other magicians who also have souls.

It is difficult to say that this method has much effect, because everyone has different feelings and views on the soul, and it is too difficult to unify each other's opinions.

Black magic that can forcibly extract the soul from the human body is undoubtedly a taboo. It is impossible for the formal magic world to do such a thing openly, and even in private there are not many normal magicians. Have the courage to try it.

"Because you are too concerned about the influence of black magic, is it difficult to make much substantial progress in the research of the soul?"

When Annan used black magic to play with his soul at will, he had no feeling at all, which was different from the terrible examples and stern warnings he had read in some books.

Magicians who use black magic to play with their souls, whether they are playing with their own or others, will have extremely serious distortions and effects on the magician himself.

This is the lesson and experience written in blood and tears when this world has faced black magic for thousands of years.

However, Annan, the magician who was playing with his soul, didn't feel anything at all, and he couldn't feel any impact.

"Maybe this is a special benefit for time travellers? Who cares, it's fine anyway."

Annan continued to use black magic to play with his soul out of curiosity.

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"Rodrick Nares, my good nephew, welcome back!"

Roderick tried hard to hide the complicated emotions in his heart and hugged his uncle who welcomed him.

After two years, he finally returned to his family.

"Rhode, you don't need to say anything. Just figure it out on your own. It's good that you can come back."

The middle-aged man, who looked somewhat similar to Roderick, but had a tougher face, put his hands on his nephew's shoulders.

"Good, good, you've matured, that's good."

Ethan. Nares pulled his nephew to sit down.

There are no outsiders in his private office, so there is no need to pretend to be too strict and serious.

"Uncle Ethan..."

When Roderick came to see this uncle today, of course he had done his homework before and made up a lot of excuses and reasons for leaving the family.

However, facing his relatives who had been taking care of him since childhood, he found it difficult to tell the lies he had prepared.

"Come and taste it. This is the best wine produced by my winery this year."

Ethan smiled generously. He took out a new bottle of unopened wine and enjoyed it with his nephew, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Roderick, who was a little flustered, could not taste the wine at all.

"Rhode, relax a little. It's not like us old people don't know what you young people think. It doesn't matter. I understand you. If you leave the family, no one can say you are at fault."

Ethan seemed to have read Roderick's thoughts and began to comfort the child he had grown up with.

From the perspective of a middle-aged man who has experienced all kinds of ups and downs, Roderick, who is only twenty years old this year, is just a child who has not grown up.

"Let the past things be in the past. You can come back. This is better than anything else."

Roderick was completely unable to reply. He could only show an ugly smile, or a forced smile.

"Rod, you came back at just the right time. You shouldn't have forgotten it, right? Next week is your father's birthday. You can just take advantage of this opportunity to announce that you are officially back in front of other family members who are rarely gathered together. .”

Of course, Roderick couldn't forget his grandfather's birthday.

Rather, it was precisely because he knew that this important day would come soon that he chose to come back at this time.

Today, the reason why he came to the nightclub run by this uncle was to lay the groundwork in advance. He could also use the help of this kind uncle to naturally return to the family.

Then, when Roderick integrates into the family again, it is the beginning of the implementation of his true purpose.

"Thank you for your understanding, uncle."

Roderick suppressed the panic that emerged from the bottom of his heart, as well as the shame of betraying his family, and lowered his head to thank Ethan.

"Really, thank you very much for your help..."