Chapter 2492 Different Paths

Every reprimand from Professor Moriarty was like a whistling whip, hitting Qiao An's heart hard.

The young mage had to admit that the mentor's accusations were well-founded and hit his own vitals, which made him feel ashamed and unable to refute. He needed to spend more time digesting and reflecting on these cold advice.

Professor Moriarty saw that Joan bowed his head in silence, misunderstood his silence, and sighed bitterly, regretting that he had said too many harsh words to his only student.

"It seems that we have nothing to talk about, Joan, it's time to say goodbye."

"Mentor, where are you going?" Joan looked up in surprise.

"I haven't made up my mind yet, I just want to change the environment." Professor Moriarty shrugged mockingly. "After all, I'm no longer a human being. It's not good to continue living among the crowd and pretend nothing has changed."

"Will you come back?" Joan looked at the mentor, his nose sore.

"It's not a parting from life or death. It's just a temporary rest. There are still many things in human society that I can't let go of, such as fine wine and beauties."

Professor Moriarty smiled with mock ease.

"From now on, we will take different paths, but these are not two parallel lines. The day when we meet again may be earlier than we expected."

"After I leave, the ranch and laboratory will be left to you, and Duo'er, I have canceled the contract with her, and she will belong to you in the future."

"You really don't want Duo'er anymore?" Qiao An couldn't help asking.

Professor Moriarty nodded heavily.

"I'm an irresponsible person. Duo'er won't end well with me. It's good for us all to stay by your side. Of course, it depends on her personal choice in the end."

Qiao An saw that the mentor had made up his mind, so he had no choice but to give up persuasion, took out the phylactery from his pocket, and planned to return it to the original owner.

Professor Moriarty waved his hand, signaling him to put away his phylactery.

"It's better for you to keep this thing for me. If I keep it myself, if I'm in a bad mood one day, I might smash it."

"Are you not afraid that I will destroy it on purpose, or lose it accidentally?"

Professor Moriarty shook his head, and said with disinterest, "It doesn't matter, I don't care."

Seeing the lonely expression of the mentor Xiao Suo, Qiao An was really worried that he would do irrational things impulsively because of his low mood.

Then he thought again that the mentor's "Seal of Rebirth" was a big hidden danger after all. If he was allowed to keep the phylactery himself, he might be bewitched by the evil god Ekadna one day. Relatively speaking, there was still a "karma" It is safer to hold the phylactery under the protection of the Queen".

Seeing him putting away the phylactery, Professor Moriarty smiled in relief, a beam of teleportation light rose from under his feet, and disappeared out of thin air in a blink of an eye.

Joan watched the mentor leave feeling lost, until Mrs. Josephine came to his side.

"Joan, we should leave too."

"Ma'am, didn't you say goodbye to your mentor?"

"There is no need to say goodbye to him." The countess replied calmly. "If I need him, I can write to him at any time. No matter where he goes to the end of the world or the end of the world, as long as I want to find him, I will definitely find him."

"Trophim is very smart, but unfortunately he is too smart. He is so smart that the achievements in the eyes of ordinary people can no longer satisfy him. If he continues to maintain his identity as a human being, he will inevitably fall into the abyss of nihilism."

"From the first day of our acquaintance, I have detected in him an air of alienation from the public, which is peculiar to the tragic hero on the stage."

"Trophim was born to be a role for a grand tragedy, and I didn't want to be the heroine on the stage of tragedy, so I left him."

Mrs. Josephine took out her handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, restrained her sobs, and said softly to the young mage:

"Joan, I can't say that the path chosen by Trophim must be wrong, and I dare not say that he is a bad example, but I sincerely hope that you will not be influenced by him and take the same path, the reason has nothing to do with any philosophy of life , just because I am selfish, and I am reluctant to lose another person I love deeply."

"I'm not interested in your 'ultimate question', I don't care about whether people can leave something eternal after death, I don't care about the destination of the soul, and I don't care about 'where is the human being going', I only care about the people I care about How are you doing in this world, I'm just a layman, I'm not and I don't want to be another Trofim Moriarty!"

"Madam, I assure you that I will never take the path chosen by my mentor. This is not only because of your expectations, but also because that path is not the answer I want."

Joan bit her lower lip hard, resisting the urge to cry.

"In the days to come, even if there is no light to guide the way forward, no companion to accompany me, I will continue to explore alone in the dark wilderness, and use my own feet to forge a path!"

"I'm relieved if you have such an awareness."

Lady Josephine hugged the young mage, kissed him on the cheek, and then activated the "teleportation technique".

"Goodbye, my dear boy, and good luck to you."

Waving farewell to the countess, Joan put aside his chaotic thoughts for the time being, took back Nightingale, Tristan and the mythical giant night shadow, held the hands of Rebecca and Master Heimdall respectively, and sent them directly back to the Hermitage Manor .

There was a light rain at night, and the sky before dawn was gloomy, which made people feel depressed.

After exchanging good night with Rebecca, Joan walked into his bedroom, sat at the desk, and cast a spell to light the candlestick.

Too many accidents happened that night, and my spirit suffered too many shocks. When I sat down, I felt distraught, tired and unable to fall asleep.

In fact, after awakening the eighth-level path ability "Mythical Alert", Joan no longer needs to sleep, so he simply opened the storage bag, took out the black agate fragments and a bottle of plasma collected from the Sphinx, and analyzed the loot to pass the time .

This piece of black agate was once used to imprison the soul of Sir Custis. Joan analyzed the 8-ring "Soul Imprisonment" from the fragment and copied it into his spell book.

This necromancy requires a piece of black agate or sapphire as a carrier. The moment it is activated, the soul of a nearby designated creature can be extracted and permanently sealed in the gem, leaving only the corpse.

No spell can revive the corpse unless the gem is destroyed and the imprisoned spirit is freed.

Just like "Binding Dafa", the caster can negotiate with the imprisoned soul, asking the other party to accept a certain condition in exchange for freedom.

The function of the 8th ring "Soul Binding Art" is almost the same as that of the 9th ring "Soul Binding Art". The difference is that the former is used to "catch people", while the latter is specially used to "catch ghosts".

Ask for a monthly ticket, thank you! !