The Record of Unusual Creatures

Baptiste has forgotten most of the things, including the name of Beatrice and his own life experience. In fact, besides remembering who he is and remembering that he must come to Purgatory to find someone, he already Nothing is known. As for the necessary knowledge as a wizard, it is engraved in the magic core of his body. Such a wizard who has completely reinvented himself is really difficult to classify him. Heather Anna does not even know whether to count him as a human being or an undead. Alchemy is still an elemental creature. He does not even know whether he should be regarded as a creature. The real "Baptiste".

In a sense, Baptiste died before eight centuries, and died when he first transformed his life form. Now everyone is just an alchemy magical nucleus made before the sorcerer’s death. The magic core is covered with a layer of sacs made of ashes, and there is a obsession with his own unclear.

Baptiste kept the instinct for everyone. Although his memory is now like a blank sheet of paper, he has not become a safe and honest man like most of the stories. When the memory is complete, the wizard knows that he will become a public enemy. Therefore, he sets a series of combat instinct and suspicion of strangers in the magic core, so that even if he loses his memory, he will not easily fall into the demon hunter. Or the trap of other enemies. However, these settings have limited effect after all, and he can't escape the sight of everyone here.

Duncan and Cassandra came to the wizard and asked in detail about the other party's situation. The latter answered some things in the embarrassment. Although he subconsciously opposed Duncan and Cassandra, but after all, the memory was lost. As for being too serious.

"He feels that he is a wizard apprentice." Cassandra emphasized the word "apprentice" when reporting to Heather Anna. "He only has a sporadic memory of himself or a human being. It is transformed into... After eight such centuries, this strange look has forgotten. He doesn't even remember where Doyle is. He only vaguely remembers to follow a witch to learn the secret, and also to live with the witch."

"The witch should be Beatrice." When Heather Anna spoke, she subconsciously frowned. "It seems that when the Beatrice fell into purgatory, the wizard was just an apprentice. No wonder he would have to do this for his undead transformation. Big question, he must be too hasty. What else is asked?"

"Almost nothing, he doesn't remember what he has done," Cassandra shook her head in apologetically. "But he seems to know that he is definitely not a good thing. Probably there are some sporadic impressions left."

Hao Ren bent down in front of Baptiste and stared at the other's eyes: "Do you know what the ritual of summoning the King of Blood is going on?"

"The king of blood?" Baptiste repeated the word in confusion. "What is that?"

Hao Ren grinned in disappointment. When I just wanted to stand up, I saw that Baptist reached out in the state of awkwardness, and painted a magical array on the mud. While painting, he recited: "Two people are required to perform the ceremony and use a magic book." And place the bat's teeth in these corners and..."

Hao Ren blinked his eyes: "You don't know?"

"I don't know what it is," Baptist frowned. "But this seems to be what you ask."

Vivian patted Hao Ren's shoulder: "He engraved the knowledge of the magic part in his body, so even if he lost his memory, he can continue to find ways to open the door to purgatory. But I am afraid you can't ask how he studied this call. The ceremony is over."

Hao Ren fixedly watched Baptiste for a while. Suddenly stood up and said: "Take him to the tomb of Beatrice."

Soon, the wizard was escorted by two tribal warriors and brought to the temple near the pillar of Eternity. They stopped in front of the cemetery of the sages of the past, and Hao Ren took Baptiste to the burial place of Beatrice, pointing at the pile of unremarkable stones: "This is the person you are looking for."

Baptiste slowly bent down in front of the grave. With a confused expression, he reached out and touched the strange words on the stone pillar. He had no real feeling at the moment, because he didn't even know who he was looking for and who he looked like. But slowly, he seems to feel an inexplicable peace of mind emerged from the bottom of his heart. As if a long-awaited mission has finally come to an end, he has a long sigh of relief.

The chaotic, embarrassing, mysterious, elusive wizard sat down in front of the grave. The body slowly rose up with a black flame, and the flame swallowed his body, but he seemed to be unaware. Under the gaze of everyone, the wizard quickly turned into a group of ashes, and this time, he will never return.

“啪嗒” whispered, and a hard and ugly obsidian device rolled out of Baptist’s ashes. It was shaped like a human heart, and its surface was engraved with dense runes and arrays. This hard state is the heart of the wizard. The black flame just had no temperature, and the obsidian heart was so cold, just like the tombstone of Beatrix.

Lily licked Hao Ren’s sleeve and whispered: "Is he really dead this time?"

"It should be," Hao Ren stepped forward to pick up the cold, hard heart. It was hard to imagine that a person had survived for eight centuries. Then he looked at Gezer and Bonia next to him. "Although it is a little overstep, can you bother to put this heart into the tomb of Beatrix?"

Vivian also voiced out: "This is what I mean."

Gezer immediately greeted Vivienne: "Follow your wishes."

Several tribal warriors and Bonia came forward to prepare to open the tomb of Beatrix. Bonnie untied a small bag from her waist, took some strange green powder from the inside and sprinkled it into the air. Then she began to recite a prayer to comfort the undead. The green powder glowed like a firefly in the prayer. Light, slowly gathered on the grave stone pillar and covered the name of Beatrix. After completing this ritual, the tribal warriors joined forces to begin cleaning up the heavy stones. There are rules in the world to open the graves of the dead.

The tombs of this world are very simple. Whether it is ordinary people or a group of saints and elders, their graves are simply a stone bag, so the stones are quickly cleaned up, revealing the black hole below. The witch who had been buried hundreds of years ago and her coffin had long been rotten. There were only a few messy remnants in the tomb. Several tribal warriors threw Bastide’s obsidian heart after whispering to these remnants, but Just as they were preparing to close the tomb, Vivian’s eyes suddenly saw something in the tomb.

"It seems like there is something going on there."

Vivienne said while picking up a few small bats, and the small bats flew into the grave to work together to clean up the stones and bones covered by some objects, and finally brought a strange blood-colored crystal.

Vivienne took the crystal from the mouth of the little bat and looked at it carefully. It felt a little familiar, and the next Nangong May asked curiously: "What is this?"

"It seems to be the jewelry that the witch wore on the body," Bonnie said in a whisper. "I saw it in ancient books, saying that the witch always carries a red crystal pendant. She takes magic from this pendant to treat people but In the end, she still can't cure herself."

"Pendant? How do I feel that this crystal is a bit familiar..." Vivian wrinkled her meditation on where she had seen something similar, and suddenly she felt a scent that was about to dissipate cleanly from the crystal, her eyes Bright, "Yes! I remembered! There is such a thing in the small box that Paul gave me!"

Paul was one of Vivienne’s servants hundreds of years ago. He kept several items that Vivienne handed over to him before he went to sleep, including the diary manuscripts left by Vivienne before he went to sleep. A red strange crystal.

However, no one knew at the time what the crystal was for. Vivienne took it with him for a while and found no special things about it. So in the end she simply handed it over to Hao Ren. She thought that Hao Ren’s carry-on Space is safer than yourself.

Hao Ren quickly took the crystal out and compared it with the crystal in the tomb of Beatrice. It turned out that although the shapes and sizes of the two were different, the materials were exactly the same!

"This crystal should be mine..." Vivian looked at the grave of Beatrice with surprise. "Do I know this witch named Beatrice?" (To be continued...)