People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

After waiting in the corridor for a while, some operators passing by would greet Fang Ark when they saw him standing there, while others who were more trustworthy and knew that this was W's dormitory would come forward and ask if anything had happened.

Fang Ark simply told these people that something happened in Longmen some time ago, and W was traumatized. He was now receiving treatment from a psychologist, and so on and so forth.

After about seven or eight minutes, when Fang Zhou was wondering why W had been crying for so long, the door of the room opened again.

"Yo, is the crybaby time over?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Come in quickly, His Highness's health problem has not been resolved yet."

Well, it seems to be back to normal.

Hearing W's unscrupulous foul mouth, Fang Zhou was certain that W had returned to normal and seemed to be in a very good mood.

But then again, my long-held goal has finally been half achieved, so I’m in a good mood.

As for the other half, according to W's idea, it would probably not be over until Tracy's head was chopped off.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, we were a little delayed here."

Theresa looked at Fang Zhou with a slightly apologetic look. Fang Zhou waved his hand to show that he didn't mind. W, on the other hand, raised his neck and said arrogantly:

"Isn't it just a few minutes of waiting outside? Your Highness doesn't need to apologize to that old man at all. Why don't you wait a little longer? I can stay with Your Highness for a while longer. Ouch! Old man! Don't hit me on the head in front of Your Highness!"

W held his head and looked at Fang Zhou angrily, while the latter spread his hands indifferently.

"You're pushing it too far, W. Do you think I won't teach you a lesson now that Theresa is back? Even if I don't, it's on Amiya's side. Why are you so stubborn?"

"Don't call me W anymore!"

"What happened to Amiya?"

Two different voices, one protesting and one questioning, but there was no doubt that the latter made Fang Ark sweat a little.

Although Theresa still looked at Fang Zhou tenderly, the emotions hidden inside made the latter sigh inwardly and try to change the subject.

"You said I can't call you W anymore? What, you changed your name?"

Fang Zhou looked at W and decisively grasped the message in his words and asked. The latter was completely unaware of the slight change in the atmosphere and patted his chest with pride.

"That's right! I won't be called W anymore! You are not allowed to call me W! Hedley is not allowed to call me W! The same goes for Inès, none of you are allowed to call me W!"

"Then what's your name? I'm not allowed to call you W. I can't call you Miss American Cockroach from now on."

"Don't interrupt!"

Miss W, whose name is not W, glared at Fang Zhou. She was no longer ignorant as before. She had already learned from Kal'tsit that American cockroaches were cockroaches. She was so angry that her two naturally different-colored hairs stood up, just like real antennae.

"Your Highness just gave me a new name, Vishdale! Yes, this is my new name! From now on, you must call me Vishdale!"

Wishdale?

"Wis'adel...Wis'adel...the home of hope?"

"Ah? What?"

Vishdale stared at Fang Zhou with pure eyes that had not been polluted by knowledge, and had no idea what he was talking about.

God, she had been busy studying dictionaries and reading books on the Dark Arts for the past few months. Although her brain couldn't be said to be the same intellectual desert it was a few months ago, it was certainly a knowledge desert. There was some grass, but not much.

Moreover, the dictionaries they studied were all in Victorian and Flame. After all, the Ark's black magic books were all in these two languages, as well as the unique demonic language. The former W and the current Wishdale recalled that they had to learn three languages, and they all lamented the Ark's great shortcomings and virtues.

Can't you use a unified language when writing a book? !

Fang Zhou said, "I don't know. You should ask the Holy Lord."

Holy Lord: Don’t cue me, we are playing the resurrection match.

So as for Kazdel's Sarkaz characters, Vishdel could only say that she was busy and would not learn them for the time being. This made Teacher Da Lei, who was moved by her eagerness to learn and wanted to teach her something, quite helpless.

"That's the meaning of your name, Wis'adel. Translated into Victorian, it means the home of hope. You can understand it as the dream Kazdel."

"so complicated."

Miss Wishdale, who hated studying, said she didn't want to accept this knowledge, but when she thought that this was the name given to her by His Highness, she still tried hard to cram it into her head.

"But your name is quite interesting. Your ideal homeland is the Sarkaz's own country, right? It was given to you by the former Demon King Theresa. How about I give you a more down-to-earth name like Yan Nation?"

"What? I don't want you to give me a name. Who do you think you are?"

"Why don't I just call you Wang Jianguo from now on."

"Don't give me that weird name! *Kazdel's beautiful slang*! Just listen to me!"

Chapter 417: Accumulate some good karma

There was a dispute with Wishdale about the name, so how to deal with the subsequent issues became a question that everyone had to think about.

"Since Your Highness doesn't mind, then is it..."

"No, Wishdale."

Theresa looked at the iron coffin still hanging in the air and shook her head.

As the ultimate beneficiary, she had no right to blame Vishdale for the mistakes he made in the process, but she could choose not to accept the fruits of his mistakes.

"But if Your Highness remains in spirit form, won't he still disappear? The old man said before that this land doesn't allow souls to exist alone in the real world. Those old guys who are dead souls are stuck with a bug in the source stone, but Your Highness, you are not a dead soul."

Theresa looked at Vishdel in surprise, then turned to look at Fang Zhou.

"You told her this?"

"Although she was persistent, I still agreed to accept her as my student. As a teacher, I have to teach her something, but just teaching languages ​​and dark magic is bound to be boring. So, I simplified the history of the Sarkaz into stories and told them to her when she was about to fall asleep. I have to say, this trick works quite well. At least you see, even W...oh, Vishdel can remember the history of the Sarkaz pretty well."

"What do you mean, even someone like me? And you just called out W, didn't you? Hurry up and change your habits."

"Habits are not so easy to change. You keep calling me old thing and I haven't said anything to you yet."

Vishdale, who was choked by Fang Ark, snorted and looked at Fang Ark with squinted eyes.

"Anyway, you're a real old bastard. You and Kel'tsit are both old bastards who have lived for who knows how many years."

"Nonsense, Kal'tsit is only 200 years old now, she is still a child."

"...Are you serious?"

"joke."

The chatting and laughing made the gloomy room seem to become a lot brighter. After Theresa said that she did not want to use this corpse that was close to zombie to be resurrected, Wishdel was obviously a little depressed. If that was the case, it would mean that he had not been of any help to His Highness and even caused a lot of trouble.

"So what should we do about His Highness's situation? Do you need to keep using that Goster Key?"

"It's Ghost. Ifrit can read and write this word now. How come you are worse than a child?"

"Ha, you can't hurt me if you don't say anything bad, right?"

Vishdel glared at Ark, but the latter didn't care. He just waved his hand and took out a Xumajia body and a blank program sublimation key from his four-dimensional pocket.

"This is……"

Theresa looked at the obviously humanoid machine in front of her with confusion. Although she was not completely without any feeling during the period when her body was occupied by Priseth, it could be said that her perception of the outside world was always in a hazy state, and her cognition and memory were not connected with Priseth. The latter was not willing to share things from the outside world with her, so she naturally didn't know about things like Xumagia, which was completely brought here by the Ark and was currently only popular in a small area of ​​Lungmen.

"Xumajia is the flagship product of Rhodes Island Heavy Industries, a subsidiary of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals. It's currently primarily active in Lungmen and the infected city of Canaan in Ursus."

"Infected city?"

Theresa keenly caught the thing in Ark's words that obviously should not appear on this land, at least it was something that should not appear in Ursus now.

"Theresa, a lot has changed in this land in the past few months. I can tell you about it later."

"I can also tell His Highness."

Wishdale assured her with confidence, but Ark was skeptical about her storytelling skills.

"The Humagia are humanoid intelligent machines that can change form and customize their functions through data transmission. Unlike Raytheon Industries' intelligent work platforms, the Humagia possess higher intelligence. However, before they reach technological singularity, they still cannot fully understand human emotions, making them slightly inferior to Raytheon Industries' intelligent work platforms in this respect."

It's very strange. Obviously, their intelligent technology level is lower than that of Xumagia, but they can generate emotions in the early stages. Could it be that the emotional codes of these intelligent platforms were taken down by Thor Industries from the ruins of some ancient civilization?

Considering that the technology in this land relies heavily on archaeology, Fang Zhou felt that this was not impossible.

"And this blank program sublimation key is used to contain Theresa's soul."

The soul was collected into the key, and a body of Xumajia was also prepared.

When Ark had laid all these things out in front of him and said this, how could Vishdale not understand what the solution Ark was talking about?

For a moment, Vishdale's face became quite strange. Looking at his dormitory which had been completely disfigured, the iron coffin made of his bed frame, and the pile of incense sticks in the corner, Vishdale suddenly felt like a big fool.

"Now you know why I said you should discuss this with me before doing anything, right?"

Looking at Vishdale's expression, Fang Zhou naturally knew what she was thinking. His choice was to give this American cockroach lady a little warning. Now she dared to study those forbidden dark magics behind his back after being provoked a little. If she went crazy when facing those evil demons in the future, who knows, she might do something earth-shattering.

Fortunately, the black magic book that Ark gave to Vishdel didn't contain anything earth-shattering, like some kind of heaven-defying magic that would open a passage between Hell and the real world. It was just some ordinary black magic, and reversing life and death and summoning demons were already taboos.

"It seems that Vishdale needs to think more before taking action in the future."

Theresa folded her hands on her lower abdomen and looked at Fang Zhou with curiosity.

By now Theresa had clearly understood that the man before her had changed considerably compared to the Doctor in her memory. This change must have been reflected in every aspect of Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit and others. It seemed that during the year she had been dormant, the changes that this land had undergone might not be something that could be described as earth-shaking.

This inevitably made her curious and excited. What kind of changes would this changed Doctor bring to this ship, and even to this land? Perhaps when she learned about the changes that had already taken place, she would be amazed and stunned.

"I understand, Your Highness."

Obviously, only in front of Theresa would Vishdel act obedient like a good girl.

"Well, before that, let's clean up here a bit. After all, working in this kind of environment does have some impact on your mood."

Fang Zhou looked at the gloomy room and turned to suggest. Vishdel scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly, looked at Fang Zhou, looked at Theresa, and then whispered:

"Well, it might take some effort to clean up."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Wishdale chuckled twice, then looked towards the dormitory bathroom and slowly opened the door. When Fang Zhou stuck his head out to take a look inside, he unexpectedly twitched his lips.

"Where are the things inside? Should I be glad there's still a toilet in here?"

Maybe this can be considered a kind of growth. If the Wishdale who was on the snowfield three months ago was brought here, perhaps there wouldn't even be a toilet left in this bathroom.

“I used them all…haha.”

"You're actually embarrassed. It seems like only around Theresa do you feel a slight sense of shame?"

"Hmm... You're such an annoying old man. You really want me to put a bomb in your ass, don't you?"

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer. For the old man who seemed uncomfortable if he didn't hear himself swearing, Vishdale decided to take decisive action. It was your fault for always dancing in other people's tolerance zone.

"Pfft..."

Theresa couldn't help laughing out loud. Vishdale's face was hard to keep, but he could only turn his head away, snorted coldly and ignored Fang Zhou. He was just worrying about how to pack up these things.

"Let me do it. You've experienced the wonders of black magic, and today I'll let you know that there's nothing on this earth that black magic can't do. If there is, then I'll invent black magic that can do it."

The surging demonic energy spread from Fang Zhou's feet to the entire dormitory, enveloping the magic arrays, the wax piles of incense and candles, and some other strange things used in rituals.

Purple demonic energy floated in front of Theresa. She curiously observed this energy that she had never seen before. This energy gave her a very negative feeling and was obviously very corrosive.

Compared to the corrosiveness of this power, Originium energy is harmless. However, this power is clearly constrained by a will, and this will is the Ark.

This kind of power... I've never seen the Doctor use it before. It seems this is also one of the changes.

He chanted obscure spells, and the magic arrays visible to the naked eye quickly melted away. The wax of the incense and candles turned into ashes. The iron coffin retreated quickly and soon turned back into the shape of a bed frame. The mattress and sheets flew over from nowhere and turned into a bed again and were placed in the corner of the room.

Soon, the whole room became refreshed under the influence of Ark's black magic and returned to its previous appearance, but even so, a lot of things were still missing. It seemed that many things were no longer in this room.

When the iron coffin disappeared and sunlight shone into the room again, the corpse bathed in the sunlight immediately burst into a thick black gas. The smell of decay in the black gas was sickening. The black gas was trapped by the Ark's spell the moment it appeared, wrapped in a small ball, and then sank into the kingdom of shadows.

"Those little cuties in the Shadow Kingdom will love these."

Fang Zhou looked at Vishdel and Theresa and shrugged, but the former seemed to have goose bumps all over his body as if he had thought of something, and looked at him in confusion.

"You call those things cuties?"

Thinking of the indescribable things hidden deep in the black fog of the Shadow Kingdom, Vishdale couldn't help but shudder. If that thing was a little cutie, then the King of Scavengers could be considered a peerless beauty.

"Compared to other things, the ones in the Shadow Kingdom are already pretty cute."

"Hey."

Fang Zhou looked at the corpse still floating in the air. It was a relatively slender female corpse, and judging from the physical condition, it was obvious that this lady had suffered from a very serious mineral disease during her lifetime. The long-term lack of medication had caused serious complications and a certain degree of malnutrition.

This was a very common state for an infected person. However, due to the Yin energy entering the body and transforming it into a zombie, the corpse now looked as if it were alive, but its size...

Fang Ark turned his head and looked at Vishdel.

"What are you looking at? After all, I made them originally for His Highness' use, so I carefully selected a dozen or so, and now this is the only one left."

Well, it’s carefully selected.