Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 255 Chapter 254: Ten Thousand Souls Banner? No! The King's Sword!

The gloomy sky was like a thick sheet of lead.

It weighs heavily on my head.

There was a damp feeling in the air.

This area belonging to Ariana seemed to be affected by some force. Pandro looked up at the sky again and again, but did not express any opinion about it.

Ian still pressed Pandro on the ox cart.

"Three corpses..."

The little wizard really felt that it was a bit absurd and outrageous, but fortunately he had become more and more accustomed to such information shocks. After all, he discovered similar situations every now and then.

to be frank.

Ian felt a little uncomfortable hearing the phrase "Three Corpses" from the mouth of a character with a strong fantasy color. This was obviously a statement that went against the world view.

It was the kind of routine and setting that only existed in prehistoric novels. I still remember that before the time travel, prehistoric novels about cultivation often described someone beheading the three corpses and achieving the realm of the supreme saint. Ian felt that, combined with the previous real creator and the extraordinary aggregation law, it was simply a hodgepodge that was really hard to evaluate.

"Yes, three corpses."

Pandro heard Ian's whisper and quickly agreed. He laughed dryly twice, his back under the silver armor was already wet, and beads of sweat slid down his neck into his collar.

no way.

I was really panicking.

His eyes were shifty.

From time to time, he looked at the mace tightly held in Ian's hand.

The sharp barbs on the mace flashed coldly in the dim light, as if they would deal him a fatal blow at any time.

of course.

As long as it doesn't hit your face.

Pandro felt that he could still accept it.

"What three corpses? Where are these three corpses?" Ian frowned, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance, staring at Pandro, his voice low and powerful.

The young wizard obviously wanted to know more information. If according to Merlin's words, perhaps the raven could be considered as his "one corpse", and what were the other two corpses?

With such confusion, Ian wanted to get more information.

however.

"Forehead……"

Pandro smiled helplessly and said in a helpless tone, "I... I only recovered some memories, not all of them."

He said as he spoke.

While staring at the mace in Ian's hand.

He tried to use a sincere expression to make Ian believe his words, but Ian was unmoved, and the little wizard raised the mace again, pointing the tip of the stick directly at Pandro's face.

I can only say that what you fear will come true.

The mace swayed slightly in the air, as if it would fall at any time.

Seeing this, Pandro waved his hands in the air in panic and shouted, "Really, what I said is true. I don't have the habit of being a riddler!"

I only know that your three corpses are related to the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the self corpse. I think even Merlin would not understand the meaning of this statement."

Pandro told all the information he knew in one go.

indeed.

This kind of thing is obviously inconsistent with the world background, even the exploitative wizard is obviously confused, and only a time traveler like Ian can understand its meaning.

Just as there are no novels about mysterious masters in this world, similarly, there are no novels about primitive literature in this world. The development of Taoism is also more in line with the tone of "legalism".

All extraordinary people are wizards.

This is the main theme of the world.

Nothing wrong with that.

Therefore, the only person who can clearly understand that good corpses, evil corpses, and self-corpses come from Taoism, and are derived and adapted from prehistoric literature, and become the necessary path for practicing to the realm of super invincible power is Ian.

In this regard.

Ian thought thoughtfully.

"So, these messed up things, the True Creator, the Extraordinary Aggregation Law, and now the Three Corpses, are perhaps just some kind of headless fly version of attempts?"

His intuition gave him some insight.

Perhaps, behind this hodgepodge of situations, there is an attempt to use imagination in all directions in an attempt to achieve a certain purpose? I just don’t know what purpose it is.

Become stronger?
It shouldn't be that simple.

"You've given me some really useful information."

Ian slowly put down his mace. He looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, frowned, and pursed his lips slightly. He always felt that the changing weather was full of meaning. Perhaps, like his seemingly chaotic fate, it was hiding something unknown.

"Yeah, I'm the most honest person, and I've been since I was a child." Seeing Ian put down his weapon, Pandro let out a long sigh, and the tension on his face eased a little.

“Still a good buddy?”

he asked tentatively.

Ian rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily.

"I am your father!"

He felt that the matter of his "naming" could be discussed in detail.

Pandro's expression froze instantly.

And the next moment.

Ian seemed to suddenly realize something.

"No, bah, bah, bah, your first father was a minotaur. I am not a minotaur, and I don't like to steal other people's wives." After saying that, he turned around and jumped off the ox cart under Pandro's aggrieved gaze.

"..."

Pandro wanted to curse, but didn't want to see the mace again. In the end, he could only hold back his curse, climbed up self-pityingly, and tidied his precious clothes.

He also jumped down.

It fell directly back to the ground from a very high altitude.

at this time.

The town buildings suspended in the sky were still in a state of chaos, some were tilted and crumbling, and some collided with each other making dull sounds.

"reset."

Ian gently waved his wand, and as he moved, a powerful magical force surged out of his body, spreading towards the town buildings in the sky like an invisible force.

In an instant, the town buildings suspended in the sky slowly descended, and the bricks, wooden beams, chimneys, everything returned to their original positions under precise magical control.

The houses fell gently back to their foundations without even a speck of dust, as if they had never left and had never been damaged, and everything returned to the way it was before the accident.

Even the place that had been turned into a garbage dump by the flood brought by Ian was cleaned up.

Ariana looked at this scene in amazement, her eyes full of wonder and admiration. She opened her lips slightly and whispered: "Ian's magic is getting more and more powerful."

There was a longing gleam in the girl's eyes.

"It's a small thing, it's a small thing."

Ian brushed the dust off his hands and looked back at Pandro, who was trying to climb out of the ox cart full of straw, his body covered with hay and sawdust.

Yes, while putting everything back in place, Ian hit the guy hard with the ox cart, so Pandro looked as disheveled as a wandering knight who had just finished a fight.

Well, it was true that he had just gotten out of a fight, and he could indeed be considered a wandering knight.

"You are such a petty bastard." Pandro couldn't help but complain. He took the towel handed to him by Ariana and wiped his dirty face clean again.

"Ok?"

Ian looked like he was saying, "You know I'm petty, and yet you dare to scold me?"

Pandro immediately took a few steps back.

"Just kidding, just kidding." He smiled awkwardly and waved his hands. He did not continue to insist on his previous attitude. He didn't know why the king was so helpless in front of Ian.

"Would you like something to drink? The fruit wine brewed by Pandro is delicious." Ariana came up at this time to adjust the atmosphere, and her words immediately attracted the attention of the little wizard.

"Fruit wine? Is it strong?"

Ian was indeed a little greedy.

"Not high, very low." Ariana said, and went to get a large bottle of fruit wine. Pandro was also upset when he saw this. Ian beat him, and he still wanted to drink the wine he had worked so hard to make.

What could he say?

He could only squat in the corner and sulk. However, since Ian took out a lot of things and started to make barbecue, he soon came over shamelessly.

"Bake it for you."

Ian handed the stove to Pandro.

"Look! I am the barbecue master! Do you know that I have eaten barbecue many times in my life?" Pandro seemed to have cheered up again and started his operation with great interest.

Ariana couldn't help laughing, raised her camera, and quietly pressed the shutter. In the sunlight, the shadows of the three people were stretched very long, and the sky had cleared up again without anyone noticing.

……

A gathering like a picnic.

In the air.

The aroma of the barbecue had not yet completely dissipated. Ariana sat on a rattan chair, holding the teacup in both hands, sipping warm honey tea, the sunlight dancing on her long light golden hair through the gaps in the leaves - after a hearty meal, Ariana still sat in the chair like a lady to bask in the sun.

However, Ian and Pandro were lying on the ground with their bellies bulging due to eating so much.

"belch--"

Pandro burped loudly and patted his belly contentedly.

“Sure enough, the most unforgettable thing in the world is delicious food.”

His tone was filled with reminiscence, aftertaste, and a little melancholy. Perhaps for this monarch, there were no other regrets, only the nature of a glutton.

The souls in the hazy fantasy world do not have the right to enjoy delicious food.

but.

Ian brought the exception.

This also applies to the wine that can be brewed.

The wind blows, it's very comfortable.

And at this moment, Pandro seemed to remember something.

"Ariana, it's time for you to practice swordsmanship." Pandro reminded Ariana that daily homework is of course essential for a swordsman.

A good swordsman always supervises his apprentice.

of course.

They themselves choose to be lazy.

In this regard.

Ariana didn't have any objections, and turned around and walked into a house to change clothes. At this time, Ian also took another sip of the fruit wine in his hand.

It was indeed as sweet as a drink, not a strong liquor, and much milder than beer. However, Ian drank quite a lot, and he looked a little tipsy now.

"Why practice swords... Isn't it better to learn magic?" Ian also burped and spoke in a slightly drunken tone, "Magic! Magic is the most powerful force!"

Pandro didn't dare to refute after hearing this. After all, Ian was still so tough when he was not drunk. God knows what kind of treasure Ian could take out in his current state.

"I can't touch magic anymore, can I, Ian?" Ariana's voice suddenly came from behind her, her voice helpless and with a bit of regret about the loss of magic.

indeed.

As a wizard.

I have never enjoyed the fun of magic in my life.

There will always be some regrets.

Especially after she knew that magic was not a terrible thing and let it go, Ariana actually had some yearning for magic, but the dead people could no longer cast spells.

The breeze blew, the grass rustled, and Ian sobered up a little. He also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly stood up and made amends.

"Magic is turning the impossible into possible! Believe me! You will definitely have the opportunity to experience the joy of magic!" Ian was not just comforting Ariana.

His mind flashed through the information he had learned from Dumbledore's ancestors.

Ariana will obviously be resurrected in the past. Although he is not sure about the specific operation method, he knows that the past is also the future they are heading towards now.

"really?"

Ariana tilted her head.

"Of course it's true!" This was Pandro answering for Ian. He also drank a lot of wine, but he was not drunk. He patted the little wizard beside him and began to flatter him exaggeratedly.

"The one in front of you is the king of a dead country! If he says it's okay, it must be okay! You have to trust the king!" It's unclear whether he was praising Ian or secretly praising himself.

Anyway, at this moment, the blond boy obviously had no intention of continuing to act.

Hear the words.

Ariana's eyes lit up.

His eyes were full of expectation and looked bright and energetic.

"Do not worry."

Ian made a promise that he probably wouldn't lose.

"Uh-huh."

Ariana nodded quickly, but she still picked up her practice sword, "I believe you, Ian, but I don't think I should neglect my sword practice now."

"I have experienced the joy of sword practice." Ariana walked lightly to the open space on the side, took a deep breath, shook her wrist, and the sword edge drew a graceful arc.

The girl began to practice.

Ian also watched with great interest.

He used to be a little disdainful of swordsmanship, but now he has matured and knows that it is always good to have many skills, so he is slightly tempted.

This scene happened to be seen by Pandro.

"Why? You want to learn?"

Pandro came over and raised his eyebrows in a mean manner.

"Beg me, beg me, and I will teach you."

He obviously deserved a beating again, but this time, the little wizard, who was full and had no strength to chase after others, did not take out his mace of punishment.

"Laughing to death."

Ian simply showed disdain and performed a Dragon King's crooked smile.

"Do you know what it means that alchemists never ask for help from others? Arthur! Times have changed! This is no longer the era of practicing sword skills hard!" As he said that, he took out a pile of things with a clang.

Mithril ingots, meteorite iron, magic crystals, and even a small bottle of dragon blood.

These are all alchemical materials.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Pandro came closer curiously, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Of course it is to create the martial arts secrets of the new era!" Ian directly lit a bright red fire, and then began alchemy. The materials quickly melted and reorganized in his hands.

have to say.

After learning from Nick Flamel, he made great progress in the art of alchemy.

It's like playing a silent piece of music.

soon.

A silver-white one-handed sword with runes engraved on the blade took shape in Ian's hand.

A gem emitting starlight was inlaid on the sword hilt, and the sword blade vibrated slightly, emitting a clear humming sound.

"Isn't it just a nice looking sword?"

Pandro approached the sword with a sour look on his face.

Never thought about it.

Ian grabbed him.

"Come on! My sword spirit!"

The little wizard's strange laughter has a bit of a heely flavor.