People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

W pursed his lips when he heard this and did not refute.

"That was Theresa, Theresa... or rather, the soul trapped in that body. You and I both noticed it, but soon, before we could even say a word, Precious regained control of the body. That's what motivated you to do this, right?"

"So what? I can't, I can't just stand by and watch His Highness become a puppet under the control of that *Kazdel swear* woman. And that idiot Tracys couldn't even tell His Highness had been switched. It seems like even those stupid royal court officials are smarter than him."

W sat directly on the ground. There was no place to rest in this room now. Everything that could be dismantled had been dismantled by W, even the bed had been dismantled to make a coffin.

But did this guy really read the book? Using the iron coffin to make zombies, now I know why the first dozen corpses failed. Or rather, there was actually one that succeeded, which is a miracle.

"So you plan to use black magic to free Theresa's soul from that body, and then place it into the refined zombie. With a body as a carrier, Theresa's soul won't return to the world of souls or the dead?"

"That's what I planned, but judging from your appearance...Is it impossible to succeed?"

W did not show any disappointment, but just looked at the iron coffin in the middle of the house and the flags next to it.

She spent a lot of effort making these things, because she had to be careful not to be discovered by Rhodes Island and Ark, so many materials could not be requested from the logistics department. Otherwise, she would not have dismantled her own bed to make an iron coffin. The magic book clearly stated that coffins had to be made of wood, preferably Yin wood.

But in fact, she didn't have the materials, so she could only make one out of iron.

She also sewed the flag using her own bed sheets, so it was obvious that the material was not up to standard.

"It's not that it won't succeed. After all, nothing is certain in this world. Even I can't say your method won't work. After all, look at you, you almost succeeded in refining zombies in an iron coffin, didn't you? I can only say that your chances of success are very small, but I can't say that there are none."

Fang Zhou picked up the banner on the ground and nodded as he looked at the various spells carefully engraved on it by W.

"Although the materials are crude and poorly made, the steps are at least smooth. Although there are some minor flaws in the engraving of the spell, they are not major issues. If this is just an assignment, I can give you a passing grade."

Listening to Fang Zhou commenting on what he had made, W, who was already disturbed, felt a little annoyed and sat there without saying a word.

"But if you wanted to do these things, why didn't you come to me in the first place?"

Fang Zhou put the flag on the ground and turned to look at the disgruntled Miss American Cockroach.

"Because didn't you say before that it was too early for me? I don't know when you meant by "not too early" for me, but when I saw the look on His Highness's face when he regained a brief moment of clarity in that woman's body, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Even if you and His Highness blame me, scold me, or even kill me afterwards, I can't wait any longer. I must rescue His Highness, even if the materials don't allow it. If it doesn't work once, try it twice. If it doesn't work twice, try it three times. I will succeed."

Looking at W who was obviously stuck in a dead end, Fang Zhou felt helpless.

"It seems I did miss teaching you something. As a wizard apprentice, you must report everything related to witchcraft to your teacher. Otherwise, with your mediocre skills, who knows when you'll mix the wrong ingredients in a potion and end up blowing yourself up or poisoning yourself. It will be too late to regret it then."

Fang Zhou spoke with demonic energy wrapped around his hands as he erased some edges and corners of the Yin Gathering Demon Array under the iron coffin and re-drew some redundant and erroneous parts. Suddenly, the efficiency of the entire demon array in absorbing and infusing Yin energy increased a lot.

"So now you're going to punish me?"

"You will definitely be punished. Not to mention the crimes of stealing and desecrating corpses, but for using unethical black magic like refining zombies without reporting it to me, your teacher, I can put you in solitary confinement for three months."

"Three months?! We haven't even known each other for three months, and you're putting me in solitary confinement for three months!"

W Nao couldn't help but stare at Fang Zhou with eyes wide open. Solitary confinement doesn't mean just locking you in a small room. All equipment on your body must be taken off, whether it's electronic entertainment equipment or other books. Everything will be confiscated. You have to be alone in a small room all day long, and you won't even have the chance to talk to others during meals.

W had never been put in solitary confinement, but she had heard of it. Even though the devil in her heart was still yelling at her that it was only three months of solitary confinement and it was no big deal, she was still a little scared.

After all, the confinement in the Ark is definitely different from that of others. It is definitely not as simple as swallowing a bomb, bringing the bomb in, and then blowing through the wall to escape when you get tired of it.

"I've already given you a light sentence. After all, you are my only student now. If you were in the world where I studied black magic, you would have been burned at the stake by now, you know?"

Black magicians or black wizards never have a good ending in the world of "Jackie Chan Adventures". It was the law that saved Daolong, otherwise he would have been sent to the stake in the past.

“Hmm… humph!”

W sat there hugging his knees, wanting to continue refutation or even cursing, but after thinking it over, he held all the words in his stomach. If it were according to his previous personality, this man in front of him would definitely not be able to escape a hearty battle to defend his parents, but now... humph, it was because he needed his help now, and he had to continue learning black magic with him, so he would just let him go this time.

"So what's the good news you're talking about? What good news is worth you coming here to tell me?"

After a moment's silence, W couldn't help but ask what the good news Fang Zhou had mentioned before was.

The latter also had a red light flashing in his hand, and directly printed out two chairs, throwing one in front of W and one behind himself. He sat on them and looked at W, who was sitting on the ground, hugging his legs with a wronged look.

You are still feeling wronged.

Fang Zhou looked at the corpse in the iron coffin that was still absorbing Yin energy, and for a moment he didn't know who was wronged.

"After all this effort, even if you manage to create a zombie, isn't the most crucial step still to obtain Theresa's soul from Precious?"

W jumped up from the ground without caring about the difference between men and women. He threw himself on Fang Zhou, grabbed his shoulders, and almost touched his face with his golden cross eyes, staring at him intently, filled with hope and hesitation.

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly asked:

"You, could it be that you have already... you have already taken His Highness's soul back from that woman?!"

W looked at Fang Zhou expectantly. She hoped so much to get a positive answer from Fang Zhou that she stared at her lips, expecting her to move quickly, move, and say Yes! Yes!

"Yes."

As soon as this word came out, W's hand loosened Fang Zhou's shoulder, and the whole person fell backwards as if he had lost his bones, and collapsed to the ground.

“Haha, hahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha!”

A strange laugh flowed out of W's mouth, filling the entire room. The already gloomy and dim room echoed with this strange and terrifying laugh, making it even more eerie and terrifying.

Ark did not stop W. He knew that this woman had always had this thought in her heart ever since she followed him to Rhodes Island. Or, in other words, ever since Theresa's death, the only thing that had been driving W to walk on this land was the thought of revenge for Theresa.

But when he met Fang Zhou and saw how he resurrected Alina, the idea changed from revenge to not only revenge but also resurrecting Theresa.

And now the thing that I have been looking forward to has finally seen the light of day. Although less than three months have passed, W just feels that every day during that period was so long, so that the hope I see now is so dazzling.

"Where is His Highness?"

Finally, after laughing for a long time, W calmed down, supported himself with his arms and sat on the ground, looking at Fang Zhou with excitement.

"She's always here."

Fang Zhou said this while looking at W with some amusement.

"Huh? What do you mean by always here?"

But W was confused and couldn't figure out what it meant that His Highness was always there, until she saw Fang Zhou's gaze seemed to be vaguely looking behind her.

"W."

Suddenly, a gentle and soothing voice came from behind W, who was still sitting on the ground. She shuddered all over and stood up from the ground in no time. However, she did not dare to look back and only dared to look at Fang Zhou. Through the other's clear eyes, she saw the slightly illusory white figure that appeared behind her.

"Your Highness?"

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Chapter 416: Vishdale: Don’t give me weird names!

"Your Highness?"

Through Fang Zhou's eyes, W saw the somewhat illusory figure floating behind him.

"W, long time no see."

The pure white king stood behind W, and gave him a gentle smile as the latter turned around with a creaking body like a rigid gear.

"Is it really Your Highness? I...you..."

Obviously, she had a lot of emotions in her heart that she wanted to express, but just like before, when she really stood in front of that prince, W changed from the big female ghost who could make others speak ill of her so much that they couldn't help but take action into a dull little child.

I can't put it into words, or I don't know what to say at all.

As if seeing W's embarrassment, Theresa gently stepped forward and held the latter's hand.

Although he was just a spirit, W could clearly feel that he was being held and could feel the warm touch.

"No need to say anything, W. Just think about it. I can feel it."

Theresa placed her forehead against W's, and strands of emotions surged at the intersection of the two. W could feel the long-lost warmth and gentleness, and Theresa could also feel the turbulent emotions of the Sarkaz mercenary in front of her.

“Uh… Ugh…”

"W, you're crying."

Tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes. Hearing Fang Zhou's words, W immediately wiped all the tears and tear marks on her face with her sleeves and looked at him stubbornly.

"No! These aren't tears, they're sweat! The candles made the room too hot, and I'm sweating."

The candles, which are just three or four weak light sources, would probably shout slander when they heard this. If there were thirty or forty candles, they could probably raise the temperature in the room by three or four degrees, but we only have three or four candles, so what can we do?

But no one here defended the candle. Only Ark and Theresa smiled at each other and looked at W as if he were a naughty child.

"Long time no see, Doctor."

Theresa looked at Fang Ark gently over W. This was not the first time she had seen Fang Ark's true face. She had seen him before when Kal'tsit first woke up the person in front of her.

After that, they worked even harder because of their common goals and ideals, but...

War is a huge pollution. Even former idealists will be distorted under the tremendous pressure and coercion of war. In order to prevent the worst outcome from happening, Theresa can only choose the lesser of two evils, even if this will let down many people.

Looking at the man in front of her, Theresa wanted to ask him if he would blame her for her decision, but...

As she stared into the other person's clear eyes, she felt that there was no need to ask this question.

We already have the answer in our hearts.

"Then Your Highness..."

Finally, the awkward Miss W spoke, and the two people's eyes finally met on the third person present.

Feeling the gazes of the two, W felt a little nervous, of course, mainly because of Theresa's gaze. Fang Zhou... had already been taught a lesson by the other party, and he no longer felt nervous.

"Oh, Your Highness, will you blame me for doing these things?"

W hesitated for a moment, but finally asked under Theresa's gentle gaze.

When asking, she pointed at the black magic props, the most important of which was the iron coffin and the corpse inside.

In W's impression, Her Highness Theresa has always been a gentle person. Although she also has a decisive and resolute side as a demon king, what he feels more is her indiscriminate love for her compatriots. This kind of love makes people addicted and intoxicated, and the pure ideals born from it make people willing to go through fire and water for it.

And W also knew what she had done. Although she said it was for His Highness, many mistakes, including the desecration of corpses, could not be avoided. She didn't know if His Highness would have a bad opinion of her because of this. If that happened... If that happened...

It's impossible to say that I don't regret it. If I had known earlier, I would have discussed it with the old man first.

W's heart was pounding, but Theresa in front of her simply touched her head gently. Feeling the warmth running through her hair, W shuddered.

"No, W. I don't blame you."

"Your Highness."

W looked up at Theresa in disbelief. Although she often got stuck in a dead end, she was not ignorant. Some of the things she did were not in line with the secular moral values. She knew it clearly in her heart. She thought that even the usually gentle Princess would not agree with her actions, so she had long been prepared to be scolded or even hated by Her Highness.

Anyway, as long as His Highness can be rescued, nothing else matters.

But now, this pure white king said that he would not blame herself. This was naturally the best thing for W, but at this moment she was more confused.

why?

Although His Highness has always been gentle and kind, he would obviously not allow experiments such as using other people's corpses to resurrect the dead, which is obviously against human ethics. She was already prepared to bear the decisive side of His Highness as a demon king, but now His Highness does not seem to be ready to blame him for doing these things.

"You did something wrong, W. Stealing corpses, desecrating the dead, violating taboos without permission, deceiving your companions... There's no way to deny these mistakes."

Hearing Theresa say this, W lowered his head and didn't dare to look Theresa in the eyes.

"But the ultimate reason you did these wrong things was for my resurrection. There are too many people in this world who could blame and curse you, whether they are the families of the deceased, the teachers you concealed, or the companions you drove away. But as the ultimate beneficiary, I have no right to criticize you. So I will not blame you, W."

Theresa's tone was exceptionally gentle, like a mother explaining the truths of the world to her child, turning some of these worldly truths into gurgling streams to nourish people's dry hearts.

"And I'm very relieved that you know you did something wrong, and in front of me, you feel guilty and remorseful for these measures. W, no one on this earth is infallible, not even me."

As she said this, Theresa looked up at Fang Zhou opposite her, and the latter just shook his head calmly, looking at Theresa's illusory figure with his usual warm eyes.

Theresa could only give him a gentle smile and nodded slightly, but the trace of guilt in her eyes was hard to erase.

"Your Highness wouldn't make a mistake. How could His Highness make a mistake? Even if His Highness made a mistake, it must be because..."

However, when W heard Theresa say that even she would make mistakes, she immediately began to anxiously make excuses for her. But after racking her brains for a long time, she found that she could not find any reason to make excuses for Theresa, so she could only focus her attention on Fang Zhou.

"Yes, even if His Highness made a mistake, it must have been because of someone else! Just like Tracy!"

Fortunately, she didn't point the gun at the Ark in the end.

“If that guy hadn’t been able to control his subordinates, how could Kazdel have become like that? The civil war wouldn’t have escalated, and there wouldn’t have been…”

During this time, W had learned more than just black magic from Fang Zhou. He also learned the truth about what happened in Kazdel. Of course, most of this was told to her by Kal'tsit. W had always been skeptical about what the old cat had told him, but at this point, he couldn't care less and just threw mud at others! Anyway, His Highness couldn't make any mistakes. It must be someone else's fault!

Theresa's fanatical followers are no more than this.

"No, W. Tracy and I are both to blame for what happened back then. I didn't consider the soldiers' mental state after their victory, and I overlooked the fact that the Tower of Babel itself was controversial in Kazdel. This isn't just one person's fault; we all share responsibility.

I say this just to make you understand that everyone makes mistakes, but being able to recognize your mistakes and feel regret and guilt for them is already great, compared to making mistakes without any remorse. But I hope you can always keep this regret and guilt in your heart, rather than just recalling it when you are with me.

"Your Highness!"

Theresa hugged W who rushed over and patted his back, comforting him softly as if he were a child who had made a mistake.

As for why Theresa, who is obviously a spirit, can come into contact with real matter, well, you don’t have to understand the matter of Kamen Rider so clearly (Shirakura.jpg).

Fang Zhou put away the Ghost program sublimation key in his hand and quietly left the room, leaving the space to the two of them.