Ark, they don't revolve around you

The sword is called Soul Summoning. It was specially made for Zhuang Ning. Its greatest feature is that it can penetrate into the soul.

Now, with the help of specific spells, Zhuang Ning was like a sculptor, engraving the forged memories on Salus' soul bit by bit.

After a moment, Salus' breathing returned to normal.

All her memories were still there, just a few more.

It was a sunny day. Zhuang Ning and she lay under a tree, talking and laughing.

It was a dreadful dark night, with thunder tearing through the sky, and Zhuang Ning put his clothes on His shoulders.

Those were memories that should not have existed, but they seemed to have actually happened.

So much so that when facing this enemy, she instinctively opened her mouth and said, "Master."

"That's right." Zhuang Ning just sheathed his sword, "Salus, my slave."

Still holding Salus in his arms, he whispered softly, "Come, tell me everything you know."

Chapter 15 Trust comes only once, and it's gone once used

The soul is a delicate thing, transcending any kind of matter, and the mere attempt to prove its existence is enough to cause countless people to fight.

However, the Absolver's magic can carve souls and give them life...

Even if it comes at the cost of countless souls, it is still an astonishing miracle.

It was Zhuang Ning's first time to operate, and he seemed to have not had much control at the beginning, which caused some accidents to Salus' soul.

For example, she began to blame her leader and wished she could tear him into pieces.

For example, even if she knew that it was this person who attacked her, she still couldn't hate him.

When Salus looked at Zhuang Ning, he really felt like he was seeing his master and wanted to give him everything.

After Zhuang Ning made the request, she revealed all the family secrets of the Pardoner without hesitation.

As he listened, Zhuang Ning couldn't help but remain silent. He felt that compared with the Pardoner, he was not extreme enough.

As scientific researchers, the Forgiver clan has absolutely no bottom line. After studying the body, they also destroy the spirit, highlighting the fact that they will never waste any material.

No wonder the Shining often talks about the sins of his family. There are more than tens of thousands of souls affected by the Absolution Master.

If it was before, Salus would never have reacted. Isn't it natural to contribute to the Sarkaz?

However, it seemed as if Zhuang Ning accidentally drew it crookedly when carving his soul. Thinking of the past, Salus actually burst into tears.

"I was wrong, Master!"

Is this a fall from goodness?

Zhuang Ning had a blank expression on his face. He had suspected that this was acting, but when he looked deeper, it didn't seem like it.

He didn't mind the sins of the pardoner - to be precise, the pardoner was not important to him, but the absence of a pardoner was very important to Zhuang Ning.

But seeing Salus's tears, Zhuang Ning began to reflect a little.

It seems that the soul cannot be moved at will. Personality changes like Salus' are already low-probability events. The greater possibility is that the person is directly disabled.

Zhuang Ning listened to Salus slowly talking about the leader of the Pardoners, and he was filled with emotion.

Kwisatusta, the oldest of the Tikaz spirits, the first monster to glimpse life from death.

He hid it very well, but Zhuang Ning could still smell the scent of conspiracy.

After comforting Salus a little, Zhuang Ning left the place.

He was suddenly moved. He thought that he had to ask Theresa to forgive Salus's sins. She was still useful. I needed a forgiver to teach me magic...

Zhuang Ning stopped.

He was in a busy city, surrounded by people, but he felt something in his heart. He glanced at them and felt an interesting hostility.

The city of Kazdel is too young, and the order is not yet perfect. The downtown area is even more crowded with people from all walks of life.

So, who was targeting him?

Gang?

No. Zhuang Ning rejected this idea.

If it's not a gang, then it's probably retired mercenaries.

Thanks to the never-ending war in Kazdel, the Sarkaz mercenary organization is quite systematic.

They not only serve Kazdel, but also pledge allegiance to foreign countries, and some return to their country to act as multi-faceted spies.

The ones following Zhuang Ning must be some... Sarkaz traitors who serve foreign races?

Zhuang Ning seemed not to notice and walked quietly into the alley.

Sure enough, someone followed him. Zhuang Ning lamented that his professional skills were insufficient and knocked him out easily.

Then he used the Pardoner's technique again and tried to carve the soul, but his technique was still immature and he accidentally ruined it.

The man who followed us had his eyes rolled up and foaming at the mouth, and he was unconscious no matter how we called him.

Zhuang Ning had no choice but to feel around him to see if there were any clues. He didn't have much hope at first, but this man was obviously a novice, and as he fumbled with his equipment, Zhuang Ning actually saw some clues.

These are Lateran's lackeys, and those Sakota military workers are quite recognizable.

The Pope's plan is far-reaching if he lets the demons serve him and gain intelligence.

Zhuang Ning sighed softly, feeling a little itchy in his heart, and quickly lured out the second and third people who had come to send him off.

He used magic again to disrupt the minds of the stalkers, and this time it was successful. The third person was a blood demon, who said vaguely: "Pope, let me collect information about all suspicious persons."

"Me too?" Zhuang Ning's eyes widened.

Kazdel's reputation is not very good because he exiled Tracys, but overall he still has a good reputation, right?

"Yes, the Pope does not trust you."

Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment, then broke the man's neck.

I was thinking of easing up on my relationship with Rutland, but forget it?

When the other party doubts you, you finally have some ideas.

After stripping the crown from Amiya, the next one will be Rutland to avoid any more trouble.

Before that, I have to find Shining...or should I call her Kwisashina?

If her brother, father, and ancestor, Quesatashtu, had planned this, it must have something to do with The Shining.

……

……

It was a mobile cage built in the Victorian border region.

The iron cage was filled with a majestic atmosphere. Most of those exiled here had committed heinous crimes, and Tracy was considered a special one among them.

Light was streaming out from the tiny skylight. The man rolled up the newspaper, raised his head and looked at the person who was coming.

Newspapers are the most human side of prison, allowing people to understand the outside world.

Tresis was not surprised by the arrival: "You shouldn't be here, Quesatusta."

"After all, I have to come to see you, Your Highness." The Pardoner bowed.

As someone who had been with Teresis for a long time, he still showed respect to the exiled king.

"I am no longer the Regent."

"Those lowly thieves stole your crown and placed it on a puppet's head."

Tracy laughed and said, "Do you think my sister is a puppet?"

"All demon kings are puppets of the crown."

"Pardoner, over the past thousand years you have never pledged allegiance to the Demon King, you have only coveted the crown."

"We were so close to controlling the crown, but failed miserably." The Pardoner's tone was calm. "Your Highness, I can rescue you if you are willing."

"With your prestige, you can definitely gather those who support you again, and then we will be able to fight."

Tresis was silent for a while. "Absolver, you are still the same as before. But I have done my best for my country. Although it is not the best, at least it will not lead to destruction."

“Is it enough that it won’t be destroyed? Many royal courts have fallen apart, and the Kazdel you saw did not stand on the earth after all.” The Pardoner’s expression was troubled.

"The great cause we longed for has failed and there is no soil for it. Now that Kazdel can use the possibility of recuperation, I am satisfied." Tresis whispered, "Besides, I am used to the days in this prison. Quesatusta, you shouldn't come to me."

The Pardoner did not hide the disappointment in his eyes: "You have changed, sir."

"Nothing has changed. I'm just... tired." Tracys said calmly, "One day, I will die, and my grave will be filled with garbage, but the wind of history will sweep away the garbage."

"Even though you clearly have the ability to rewrite history?" the Pardoner asked.

"Yes, I do not desire the crown."

The pardon master sighed and said, "Then please allow me to leave, Your Highness."

"Call me Tracy. If we can meet again someday, maybe we can have a good drink together."

"Yes." The Pardoner nodded, but did not look back. "Then you will be freed from the cage."

He left as if he had entered an empty place. From beginning to end, the prison was dead silent.

The grass was green, the sun was shining, and the man who looked like the warden turned his head strangely: "What does that prince think?"

"Shaper, don't talk to me like that." The Absolver's tone was accusatory.

"How cold."

The warden sighed, but his appearance changed. His bones crackled and he transformed into a strange appearance. "If I hadn't become like this, it wouldn't have been so easy for you to sneak in."

The pardoner held the sword and asked softly, "Where are the dead souls?"

"Who knows? Maybe they want to torture these Victorians in their dreams." The shapeshifter didn't care.

The pardoner looked at the clear sky and said, "Your Highness rejected my proposal, but what does it mean to be satisfied with Columbia and Yan's charity?"

He sneered, "We never forgive the sins of foreigners."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister curse came from somewhere.