The Righteous Player(s)

"...May have caused me to be left behind, not to participate in the ceremony, to make a smooth dedication, but we did not notice, special items or sex?"

Boffis reluctantly, tried to repeat the words of citalopram.

This complicated long sentence is too difficult to understand for a parenting ghost who is only over a thousand years old.

After all, Citalopram does not speak Elvish.

The two of them can have a dialogue only because Citalopram, as a half-dead daughter, can talk to all ghost spirits. But this dialogue itself is still very reluctant...

As a user of subsequent generations of languages, Citalopram can basically understand Boffis's words; and Boffis's listening to Citalopram's words is basically equivalent to using artificial intelligence translation software for simultaneous interpretation.

Citalopram repeated it two more times, and Bophis finally understood the meaning of citalopram.

Boffis tilted her head, lost in thought: "There must be something to say..."

"Really?"

Seeing Boffis sinking into thought, Citalopram asked somewhat unexpectedly.

She just asked tentatively in accordance with the command of Si An Ke.

As a result, it seems that the first sentence has been tested out?

"Perhaps..."

Boffis bit her thumb and thought with a frown, "I don't remember very clearly... Come with me."

"Oh right, Boffis."

Citalopram strikes while the iron is hot: "I'm here to collect a kind of curse material called "Frost Whisperer's Frozen Blood". Do you know where it is?"

"Do you have any friends who want to advance to Frost Whisperer?"

Bophis was a little surprised: "Does that have to have affinity for the elements of the Frost Domain?"

"He should be fine."

Citalopram replied uncertainly: "He is the heir of the Principality of Winter..."

"Stop! Don't say it's the Principality of Winter, I don't even know the Kingdom of Winter..."

Boffis said helplessly: "What I know about the outside world now is the chats of the little wizards who came here..."

"Then do you know the old grandmother?"

"...Cold-blooded lady, I must know."

Boffis said with some nostalgia: "My mother even collected a portrait of an old grandmother before. I also saw that painting when I was a child. The old grandmother in the painting can move, and can talk and growl. This kind of movement. In our era, only Yaweng can paint...Can you do this now?"

"...No, at least I haven't seen it."

Citalopram was silent for a while before replied "No" against his will.

She almost said, "Yes, I see it every day, but we generally call this kind of active painting a gif silly hanging picture."

"Ok……"

Bophis looked at citalopram with some suspicion, and obviously saw the vacillation and hesitation of citalopram, but she wisely bypassed the topic and continued: "Later, my mother saved the sacred bones, The painting was sold to a dragon... in exchange for forty active dragon blood."

"What are the sacred bones?"

Citalopram suddenly heard a term that he had never heard of, or even seen on the forum.

Under the prompts of Dove and Si Anqe, the number of players watching her live broadcast suddenly increased.

Like the old man in the surveillance room, Annan, who had opened several windows in front of him, also focused his attention.

——He has never heard this word.

It sounds a bit like something like a holy relic...

"It's normal if you haven't heard of it. I have only heard it once or twice."

Boffi answered without hesitation.

She glanced at Citalopram, thought for a while and asked: "Do you know the saints of your time?"

"...No, I don't understand at all."

Citalopram shook his head.

Boffis said with a bitter face: "Are you going to start from the beginning... You always know the principle of curse binding, right?"

Should I know... or should I not know?

"...Ah, I probably know."

Citalopram paused and replied in a low voice.

Bophis breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained: "Generally speaking, saints refer to those great saints who expose their curse to everyone. Because there are so many secret guards, their souls hardly Eroded.

"But not all people who openly curse bound can become saints...because many people do not disclose their curse bounds without having outstanding willpower and excellent character. More, because they are insignificant. Even because their curse is difficult to use.

"If you want to become a saint, you must first reach the position of'coloring' and complete the staining of the soul. After that, they will execute the contract of the saint and integrate the sacred bones into their bodies.

"Every time the number of secret guards increases tenfold, the increase in erosion in nightmares or when using forbidden power will be reduced by half; and they will also increase their resistance to curses from rituals due to the power of the oath. Sex, the transcendents born based on the power of the curse, can hardly harm the saints.

"In this technology, the sacred bones themselves will also provide the saints with powerful power-the power stored in the sacred bones by the saints from previous generations.

"...Sounds very strong."

Citalopram was a little excited.

Kind of like...magic engraving?

But Bophis shook her head: "It is indeed very strong, but the sacred bones are very rare. In our time, there are only six sacred bones... and the sacred bones are not able to identify with everyone.

"If the saints deviate from the deed of the saints, the power gained from the sacred bones will be lost. If the saints keep following the deeds, they will... gradually be feared."

"……why?"

Citalopram is a little strange to this statement.

If the saints are the strongest transcendents who walk on the ground in order to cleanse their nightmares and expose their weaknesses to the public... People should love them more than fear them.

Bophis sighed and explained: "The theme of the sacred bones will not change, but in order to be recognized by the sacred bones, a deed that can persuade the sacred bones must be established. You can understand that... the sacred bones are A kind of'inheritable' **** position.

"The original sacred bones are left after the death of a sage who took the initiative to give up the sublimation ritual after his own truth has been completely perfected, and open the curse. The sacred bones are the crystallization of the soul and the book of truth. And the subsequent ones. The sacred bones are nothing more than the sages of future generations, who do this kind of sage's work again.

"For this reason, the concept held by the sacred skeleton itself cannot be completely positive. And the holy deed is produced to restrain this curse, the highest level of curse... the ultimate form of the power of the ‘vowed’.

"The gods will also make a holy deed at the end of the ascension ceremony. But the holy deed will usually only be told to their own pope, and it will be passed on from generation to generation. However, the saints will The sacred deed is open to all... But no matter how beloved the saint, there will always be opponents.

"For example, there was a saint in our time. The theme of his sacred bones was'kindness.' And he himself is indeed a good person...or even a bad person. Even if it is an enemy, he will Forgive him and try to save him; he would rather endure the hardship himself, but also rescue others from hell... He crossed the living desert to reach the empire, the purpose is to help more people."

"Sounds like a good person."

Citalopram said.

She added in her heart: "I always feel that there will be three apprentices next to me."

"But the sacred deed he made was,'I swear never to kill anyone.' And he was finally irritated by a very wicked man... At the moment he moved to kill, the sacred bones abandoned him. ."

...It sounds like the judgment of this sacred skeleton is a bit silly.

Or is it to blame the benevolent saint ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ for setting himself too harsh?

Citalopram frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

She was silent for a while, then asked: "Then, the sacred bones here..."

"...Do you remember what I just said, the source of the first sacred bone?"

Miss Boffis asked rhetorically.

Citalopram's heart moved and was taken aback: "No way..."

Boffis nodded, and admitted it neatly.

"What my mother got back then was the first sacred bone in history.

"——Its attribute is ‘justice’."

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