The Righteous Player(s)

When it was confirmed that Bernardino was controlled by the paper girl, another question emerged...

Annan was convinced that he had never offended this man.

The Bell Ringer never communicates with his priesthood, so this cannot be the instruction of the Bell Ringer himself;

As the pope who rings the bell, Bernardino could not do anything with the book of the crown block. He was so dead, I was afraid that he could not fit the book of the crown block with the "brilliance" attribute at all, I am afraid that he would not be able to see it, let alone touch it and get it.

It doesn't make any sense for him to oppose himself, and he won't get any benefit.

And he already knows who holds the Book of Truth... There is no need to come here to catch yourself with the bait, you can directly find yourself through the eyes of passers-by.

…It was as if he wanted to die in front of Annan deliberately.

There is no such way to give heads to people.

"What is your purpose?"

Ignoring Bernardino's provocation, Annan raised his voice again and asked: "Although you have done something to my people...but I can also believe your words. As long as you can convince me."

"Then let me go first."

Faced with a mortal situation, Bernardino did not fear the slightest.

He just let out a deep laugh, and said calmly: "This is not what a chat should be like."

"—This is not a chat, but an interrogation."

Annan took a few steps forward, stopped at a certain distance, and gave a cold response.

He looked directly at the old man sitting in a wheelchair, like a dry corpse.

Upon seeing this, the corners of the old man's mouth rose slightly.

"At this distance, as long as I move my fingers, I can hook out your soul..."

Although his whole body was bound by silver chains and his life was passing fast, the old man just squinted at Annan.

But Annan didn't have any fear.

He was just playing with two silver coins flexibly on the tips of his right fingers.

Two silver coins flew at his fingertips like butterflies wearing flowers, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

"-random."

Annan smiled gently: "But do you really want to do this?"

"…what."

The old man stared into Annan's eyes without fear, and after a long time he suddenly laughed: "You are really not afraid."

He made a hoarse and low voice: "Fools don't know fear, heroes have nothing to fear...

"Which type are you?"

"I do not know."

Annan did not hesitate, and replied without hesitation: "It doesn't matter."

"...It doesn't matter, does it."

As if surprised by this answer, Bernardino was silent for a long time.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

With the passage of time, Bernardino, whose life was continuously drawn by the ritual of the paper girl, became weaker and weaker.

Just when Annan couldn't help thinking whether or not to stop Zhiji for a while, Bernardino finally spoke out.

He glanced at Zhi Ji and then at Annan.

He slowly said, "You know you...

"...Is my life over?"

"presumptuous!"

Zhi Ji immediately scolded.

Annan was not angry, but asked with interest: "You mean, I am going to die now?"

"not now."

Bernardino corrected: "You are already dead."

—It sounds a bit like a curse.

Such a thought came to the mind of the Jiuer on the sidelines.

"Do you want to be fair?"

"No, I just...hope to exchange what's needed."

The old man’s tone was almost humble: "There are some things that I cannot seek and will definitely not find. There are also some things that you cannot easily get and cannot do."

Before he knew it, Bernardino changed the honorific title to Annan.

Annan has already realized what the purpose of Bernardino's visit is.

There are probably not many people who know that "Annan" has died once.

If you can't break the past, future, and soul fate, it is impossible to confirm that "Annan" has changed a person.

And Bernardino obviously did not get the information from the bell ringer, but obtained it by relying on his own magical ability—

To be more precise, it should be when the memory was stolen from Salvatore, confirming that "this is not the real Annan"...or confirming that the previous generation of "Annan" is dead, and this is Annan's "second week." ".

Based on this situation... Annan already knew what he wanted.

-What Bernardino is looking for is the "technique of rebirth".

...So ridiculous.

Annan almost laughed out loud.

Bernardino’s way of fighting is to bring trouble to the enemy by teasing and fleeing death; and now, when his life is approaching, he does not think about welcoming the unavoidable death calmly, but thinking about how to escape this. mission.

It's ironic.

Is this the Pope of the Bell Ringer?

Dear dear, the suggestion here is to believe in the skeletal father.

I really love love.

Annan raised his mouth and looked at the old man.

"What do you want, just say it."

Annan said calmly in an undoubted tone: "As long as the price is right, it is easy to negotiate."

Hearing this, the old man let out a sigh of relief.

The face covered by the bandage couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could vaguely feel that he relaxed, and it seemed that he had understood something.

"...So that's it. Was it a ritual you invented yourself?"

"It's really me."

Annan replied calmly: "But I have been born again and have lost my previous memories. If you ask me how the ceremony is performed, I cannot answer you."

In short, let's admit that I did use some kind of self-rebirth ritual.

Faced with Annan's answer, Bernardino did not give up either.

He just asked: "I heard that the pope of the Moth has been inherited from generation to generation, resurrected from the dead... never has any memory of the previous generation, but is always a soul.

"Are you using rituals in this realm? Can the rituals and magical arts in the'moth' realm supplement your soul?"

-really.

Hearing Bernardino's inquiry, Annan confirmed his speculation.

…Bernardino is about to burn his soul.

Refining the elements to the extreme, intending to sublimate your soul... But you don't have a book of truth that can be adapted.

Is he looking for a way to escape death and prolong his life, planning to wait for the book of truth he can use to be born before grabbing it?

"I don't know. But listening to your description, it should be like this. But what I know is that there is corresponding knowledge besides memory."

"This should indeed be a magical technique in the moth domain..."

Bernardino breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much... Lord Duke."

Annan asked, "Speaking of which, what if I killed you at that time?"

Upon hearing this, Bernardino hesitated for a moment.

The face under the bandage was silent for a while, and he still replied: "As a reward, I will answer your question.

"I have a curse that is strengthened to the limit and engraved with inscriptions. Anyone who has killed me will be bound by the'soul curse'. When they are in their sleep, memory and knowledge will continue to flow to me...this This is one of the reasons why I am strong."

"Oh?"

Annan raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Then, from whom did you learn of my existence?"

"...This is another question, my lord."

Bernardino chuckled, his voice getting lower and lower, slowly lowering his head.

He was finally sucked up by his own spirit.