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Rudolf Valaris lay quietly on the ground, with a smile on his tough face despite being covered in blood and under his lush beard.

It's just that the eyes are dim, and all the spirits are lost.

The witcher closed his eyes for him, an admirable opponent whose corpse deserved to be properly placed.

Beside him, the surviving White Rose Knight looked miserable, staring at the warm corpse of the commander, with tears in his eyes and reverence on his face.

But no hatred or regret.

To die in a one-on-one duel is no disgrace to a knight.

"His Royal Highness Yada, please allow us to collect the body for our brother."

"Let's go." Yada nodded, carrying a porcelain bowl containing holy water, came to the knights who were tightly bound by vines, and began to persuade one by one.

Roy came to the lake girl.

"Ma'am, now that the situation is settled, I have a question for you... What is the black smoke that appeared after Rudolph Valaris died?"

Leto, who had been playing soy sauce, raised his eyebrows. He watched the entire battle, but he didn't notice any black smoke. "Little devil, is it because the excessive physical exertion has caused hallucinations?"

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken..."

"Being able to see it shows that you have something different from ordinary people." She dragged her gorgeous fish tail and slid down the invisible stairs in the air, and then her small nose wrinkled,

"Knights who have returned triumphantly should be treated with dignity." After speaking, without seeing any movement from the lake girl, a moist and refreshing water vapor suddenly enveloped the witcher's body, and lightly rolled away the sticky skin, hair and clothing. blood stains on the dirt.

Roy's whole person was completely new, and he turned back into a heroic and upright witcher.

The lake girl nodded in satisfaction, her algae-like hair fluttering in the wind, exuding a faint aroma of plants, "Now I will answer your doubts... After all creatures die, they will leave traces, that light, commonly known as the soul. "

Roy could hear it clearly, but Leto could only see the lips of the lady in the lake squirming, but could not hear any sound, he knew he was excluded.

The act of standing idly by in battle,

In the end, it made the other party unhappy. But he didn't regret it, he said hello to Roy and walked towards Yada.

"According to your meaning, that black smoke turned out to be Rudolph's soul." Dark Jin's pupils turned to the blood gem in the palm of the lake girl. Under the blood-colored transparent crystal shell, a dozen black smoke could be faintly seen, like a shooting star. Wandering around with its tail, it means there is more than one soul in it.

"As you can see, the blood gem is not only a container of faith, it can also carry the soul."

It's really a universal container, and Roy vaguely felt that the blood gem would play a big role in the future.

The lake girl paid attention to the witcher's expression, "This time you ran back and forth to solve the crisis for me, and the connection has become closer, and I can share some of the deeper secrets of this world."

"Remember my words, the most precious thing in this world is not money, power, or weapons, but the soul."

"For many ancient beings from the 'Wild Lands', the soul is an important resource for enhancing power, and the blood gem infused into the soul is equivalent to a special currency."

"At the cost of your soul, you can borrow the power of some ancient beings and hire them to serve you. Of course, they are very cunning, you have to be careful, be careful they take it without asking."

The image of a tramp flashed in Roy's mind, and this was not the Master Mirror.

It now appears that many ancient beings knew of each other's existence.

"For you too?"

"I don't play with the soul, I just long for pure faith."

"Rudolph is not alone in the gem?"

"My most devout believers, the half-murlocs who died in battle, and the heroic Knights of the White Rose are also inside."

"What are you going to do with them?"

The goddess bit her lip, her eyebrows frowned slightly, revealing a trace of lovable sadness, "Staying in the blood gem is just the first step, and I'll show you their fate right away."

Roy was silent for a moment, and asked what was buried in his heart, "Ma'am, where would they go after death without your intervention?"

During this time, he has seen countless deaths, but he has not seriously thought about this question. Is there an afterlife in the world of witchers?

It just so happened that there was an ancient and powerful existence in front of him who could answer his questions.

"There are three possibilities..." The Lake Girl looked very patient. "The first possibility is to mutate into a ghost-like dirty thing, the ghost in the mouth of the witcher, the spirit in the painting. But this is very bad, the ghost is because of the heart. Only obsessions are forced to stay in the real world, and obsessions are often painful memories of the past, lingering in them is tantamount to torture, and it will never end. Only when you are killed can you be liberated.”

"The second possibility..." The lake girl suddenly looked not far away, there was a commotion, but it was Yada who brought a few white rose knights who swore allegiance to her, rushed to the remaining nine who were tied into zongzi The knight yelled loudly, probably intimidating and enticing, while the witcher Letho watched with a cold eye.

"In a very short period of time, after a few minutes or hours, it completely disappears, the body dies, and the soul cannot exist alone."

There was a panic in Roy's heart for no reason. If the soul also dissipated, where would it go? Endless darkness, unknown nothingness?

"The third possibility is to be swallowed and imprisoned by some existence."

...

"Now, my knight, come and be a witness, the final destination of my believers." The lake girl noticed his sudden change in expression, and suddenly stretched out her hand, and the wet mist immediately wrapped around the witcher's body, like a strip of water. The lotus boat suspended in the air carried him staggeringly away from the center of Black Tern Island and flew to the edge of the lake.

Vivian slowly landed on the surface of the lake, her long and gorgeous tail soaked in the lake, she held a handful of clear lake water in her delicate hands and let it flow between her fingers, and then soaked the blood gem full of souls into the lake water, gently. A pinch.

The blood gem shattered.

In an instant, more than a dozen wisps of black smoke poured into the lake. She took a breath, and a beautiful fish with colorful fish scales and short beards on the palate was born from the black smoke, swimming around her lively, touching her intimately. touch her body.

She swirled her body while bathing in the lake water, her slender fingertips touched the fish around her one by one, and shed a silver bell-like laughter, her pretty face full of joy.

After a warm play, the fish shook their heads and said goodbye to her, wagging their beautiful tails, diving into the water and disappearing into the depths of Lake Vizima.

Witnessing the whole process, the extremely shocked witcher stretched out his hand to control the pendant that was shaking violently between his necks.

"These fish are your dead believers?"

In the observation horizon, these colorful little guys are not real fish, they are purely composed of surging magic, and can be called water spirits.

Vivian looked up at her palm-sized face, her delicate features were plated with holy sunlight, and her tone was powerful, "As the daughter of Lake Vizima, the only thing I can do is to create a water-like image. A shell for their souls after they die. Afterwards, another wonderful life begins in the kingdom of Vizima."

"Let my poor believer's soul not be exposed to the air and become nothingness."

Is this the benefit of Faith in the Lady of the Lake? Dead believers, in another unique way, continue to live.

At this moment, the witcher's mind resounded in countless prayers - may your souls meet again in the kingdom of Goddess Meritelli.

And the kingdom at the bottom of Lake Vizima, in a sense, is not equivalent to the kingdom of gods of the lady in the lake.

"Then do their memories still exist?"

"This is a new life, and they will exist as reborn water spirits. When Lake Vizima is attacked, they will become guards again."

Roy was silent and had no memory, which was better than disappearing completely.

...

"What about the stone I gave you last time?"

Roy spread out his hand and held out a blood gem, which was extremely pure and did not contain any belief or soul.

"I have a question... This blood gem has been kept by you for more than two months, but you haven't collected any souls, let alone people, not even beasts. This doesn't make sense unless you didn't kill it during this time. anything."

The witcher rubbed his temples and recalled, "The wolves and wild dogs in the suburbs, the white widow centipede in Brock Leon, and the demon spirits in the Velires family cemetery. During this time, my sword never stopped."

"This is the crux of the matter. The blood gems haven't collected their souls, so it's impossible to disappear for no reason."

"The lives I kill, where do their souls go?"

Roy pondered for a moment, and soon came to an astonishing conclusion, "Rudolph, who committed suicide by using Guvihir just now, had his soul collected by blood gems, and I didn't gain any experience. Could this be the secret of the template?"

Anything he kills actively, the soul, and the experience of a certain trait will be transformed into a template.

"Have you thought of the answer?" The lake girl took a step closer to him, following the wind blowing from the lake, her green algae-like hair brushed the witcher's face, and her clear eyes stared at the witcher expectantly, as if An endless vortex sucks people's energy and soul into it.

"I told you all my secrets, Knight of Lake Vizima...I want you to be honest too."

Roy shook his head, his lips moved, and in the end he didn't say a word. He couldn't make up an excuse in a hurry, but he would never tell anyone the biggest secret.

"Don't you want to share it with me?" The lake girl suddenly lowered her eyes, shook her head lightly, her petal-like soft lips pursed, "I won't force you, one day, you will be willing to reveal all your secrets."

"Let's change the subject now, how did you teleport before killing Azar Javid?"

The lady in the lake really saw everything in her eyes.

"An ability that arises after drinking herbal decoction and mutating the body," Roy remembered Oaks' warning, "It can only be teleported in a very short distance, and at the same time consumes a lot of magic power."

Vivian sighed, not knowing whether to believe his words.

"This time you shot for me, there is a total reward, I will give you three choices, you can choose one of them as a reward."

"First, there are some ancient gold coins stored in the ruins of the kingdom at the bottom of the lake. I can give you some of them. According to Yada, it is about one kilogram based on the current price."

"Second, give Arndette to me, and I will further strengthen its power for you."

"Third," the lake girl glanced at the witcher's face, his pupils, and his slightly sharp ears, "I noticed that the magic fluctuations in your body are too weak, I can give you a part of the blood essence , strengthen it."

"Nareso..."

"Didn't you find out? Your teacher didn't take any action during the whole process. Obviously, he doesn't agree with our behavior and philosophy. This time the reward is naturally not his part!"

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