Chapter 425: The Disappearing Soul (Ⅰ)

"Joan, the mourning hall is here."

Thomas' call interrupted his thinking, he quickly came back to his senses, and walked quickly into a hall in the church dedicated to parking coffins.

As soon as he walked into this room, Joan felt chills all over his body, and immediately realized that a low-temperature magic barrier had been applied in the hall, the purpose of which was to keep the corpses parked here for a long time without decomposing.

The coffin of Mentor Rawls was parked in a corner of the hall. Joan walked up to him and took off the shroud. He looked at it and almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Robert Rawls was lying on the coffin with his eyes closed. His plump and rosy cheeks had sunken and turned pale and haggard. Although the scars on his chest were stitched up, they were still faintly visible.

After careful observation, Joan guessed that the weapon used by the assailant was a sharp double-edged short sword or dagger.

Of course, the specific murder weapon cannot be observed with the naked eye alone, and it depends on the police autopsy report.

Joan stood in front of the mentor's coffin for a long time, biting his lips tightly, and vowed in his heart to find out the real culprit at all costs and avenge the mentor.

At this time, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from behind, and the familiar body fragrance came along with a surprise call.

"Joan, is that you? You are finally back!"

Joan looked back and saw Rebecca, who was dressed in a snow-white nun uniform, and her sapphire-like eyes were full of joy. It was as if she saw a ray of light in the cold and dark night, and her heart was inexplicably warmer.

"Rebecca, long time no see."

"I haven't seen each other for almost two months since the holiday. I heard that the army you served in was defeated at the Brass Mountain Pass. All the officers and soldiers were captured by the Hailan people. And you didn't return to school until the beginning of school. I'm worried. It’s terrible, I have been inquiring about the news from the front line... Thank you, my lord, for your blessing, now you have finally returned safely!"

Rebecca held up the string of mithril sacred emblems hanging around her neck with both hands, and sincerely thanked Goddess of Fate for answering her prayers and protecting Joan for her safe return.

Joan doesn't believe in gods very much, and he doesn't think that he is safe because of the blessing of Timothy or some other god, but he respects Rebecca's beliefs and appreciates the sincerity she expressed in her words. I am deeply grateful, but I just don't know how to express this gratitude.

"Joan, just now I heard from a senior that you came to the church. I guessed that you are probably here to visit the coffin of Master Rawls. I just happened to have something important to tell you, so I hurried over. Fortunately, you are all here, so I didn't make my trip in vain!"

"Us?" Thomas pointed to his nose, and asked Rebecca pretending to be surprised: "Are you sure this includes me and Edward, not you and Joan talking in private?"

Rebecca's fair face blushed quickly, she gave Thomas a hard look, and said angrily: "Of course including you, aren't you and Edward also students of Master Rawls? Don't think in the wrong direction, I have I have something to tell you!"

"Is it about the cause of Master Rawls' death?" Edward asked seriously.

"It is indeed related to this. Have you read the autopsy report? I have a copy here, and I will show it to you later." Rebecca looked around vigilantly, took a step closer to Joan, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "There is still an unexplainable mystery about the deaths of Master Rawls and Master Li. Because it was too weird, it was not included in the autopsy report, and even the police did not know about it. So far, only Mr. Principal, Sister Claire and I, who was the assistant of Sister Claire's 'Spiritual Ritual' at the time, knew this secret!"

"What is the secret, Rebecca, can you reveal it to us?" Joan asked urgently.

"I came to you mainly for this matter, but it's not convenient to talk in depth here. We'd better find a secluded place to sit down and talk slowly."

Joan thought for a while, then turned to look at Thomas and Edward: "Let's go back to the dormitory, it's quieter there."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and hurriedly left the church with Rebecca and returned to the dormitory.

Edward's valet brought hot tea, and then retreated out, closing the door winkingly.

Joan, Thomas, and Edward sat side by side on the long sofa, looking at Rebecca who was sitting on the single sofa opposite, with curiosity and expectation in their eyes.

Rebecca picked up her teacup and took a sip, and after sorting out her thoughts, she opened her mouth.

"People often say that 'the dead cannot be resurrected'. In fact, this sentence is not entirely correct. For example, if you ask a quasi-legendary magic spellcaster to cast a 9th-level 'miracle', there is a chance to bring the dead back to life."

"You don't need to tell us about this, but spellcasters who can cast 9-ring magical spells are even rarer than ancient dragons, and they don't even exist in this world at all. What's the point of saying this?" Edward asked Rui with a frown Becca.

"It is indeed difficult to resurrect the dead, but it is much easier to temporarily wake up the soul of the dead and have a short conversation with it!"

Rebecca put the teacup on the table with an extremely serious expression.

"In fact, the third-level magic spell 'Conversation with the Dead' can achieve this purpose. This magic spell is also called 'Spiritualism'. Have you ever heard of it?"

"It turns out that there really is 'spiritualism' in the world. I thought it was just a deception by magicians pretending to be crazy and fooling people!" Thomas murmured, rubbing his chin.

"Rebecca, can you perform 'spirituality'?" Joan asked.

"I only know a little bit of basic knowledge, but my mentor, Sister Claire, is proficient in this magic. She is the chief psychic master in the entire Alfheim region!" Rebecca said proudly.

"Then can I ask Sister Claire to perform spiritism to awaken the soul of Mentor Rawls and ask the truth about this murder?" Joan asked excitedly.

"In theory, it is possible. In fact, as early as the second day after the murder, Mr. Principal found Sister Claire and made this request to him, hoping to wake up the souls of the two masters, Rawls and Li, and ask them about the true face of the murderer. .”

Rebecca gave a wry smile, and continued, "If the psychic ritual was successful, the two murders would have been solved by now, but the result is a bit unexpected."

"The psychic ritual failed?" Thomas asked in surprise.

Rebecca nodded heavily.

"The psychic ceremony is held in the hall where the coffin is parked in the church. The psychic must touch the dead body to awaken the residual self-consciousness in the body."

"That night, as Sister Clare's assistant, I watched the whole process of the psychic ceremony. Sister Claire cast spells twice to try to awaken the souls of Master Rawls and Master Li, but all ended in failure."