Chapter 812 Red Crystal

Baptiste did forget most things, including Beatrice's name and a large part of his own life experience - in fact, except for remembering who he was and remembering that he had to come to Purgatory to find someone, He doesn't know anything anymore. As for the necessary knowledge as a wizard, it is engraved in the magic core in his body. Such a wizard who has completely transformed himself is really difficult to classify. Hesana doesn't even know whether to count him as a human or an undead, an alchemy creature or an elemental creature. She doesn't even know whether she should regard him as a human being or an undead creature. The real "Baptiste".

In a sense, Baptiste died eight centuries ago. He died when he first transformed his life form. What everyone sees now is only an alchemical core created by the wizard before he died. , the magic core is covered with a skin made of ashes, and inside is an obsession that even he himself doesn't know.

Baptiste maintains his instinctive vigilance against everyone. Although his memory is now like a blank sheet of paper, he has not become a safe and harmless honest man like most stories. This wizard knew that he would become the public enemy of mankind when his memory was intact, so he set up a series of fighting instincts and a character suspicious of strangers in his magic core, so that even if he loses his memory, he will not easily fall into the trap of a demon hunter. or other traps of the enemy. However, these settings have limited effect after all, and he can't escape the public's attention here.

Duncan and Cassandra came to the wizard and asked each other about each other's situation in detail. The latter answered something in a hazy state - although he was subconsciously full of resistance to Duncan and Cassandra, but after all, the memory loss, this resistance It's not too serious.

"He feels that he is a wizard's apprentice," Kassandra emphasized the word "apprentice" when reporting to Hessiana. "He only retains fragmented memories of when he was a human, and after transforming into... He has forgotten all the experiences he had in the eight centuries since this strange appearance. He doesn’t even remember where Domir Town is. He only vaguely remembers that he learned secret arts from a witch and also depended on that witch for his life.”

"That witch should be Beatrice," Hesiana subconsciously rubbed her eyebrows as she spoke, "It seems that the wizard was just an apprentice when Beatrice fell into purgatory. No wonder the immortal transformation he carried out on himself was so... It's a big question, he must have been too hasty. What else could he ask?"

"Almost nothing. He doesn't remember what he did." Cassandra shook her head slightly apologetically, "But he seems to know that what he did was definitely not a good thing. There are probably some fragmentary impressions left."

Hao Ren bent down in front of Baptiste and stared into his eyes: "Do you know what the ritual of summoning the Blood King is about?"

"The Blood King?" Baptiste repeated the word in confusion, "What is that?"

Hao Ren smacked his lips in disappointment. When he was about to stand up, he saw Baptiste stretching out his fingers in a dazed state and drawing a magic circle on the dirt. While drawing, he muttered: "It takes two people to execute it." The ritual involves using a magic book and placing bat teeth and..."

Hao Ren stared: "Don't you know?"

"I don't know what this is," Baptiste frowned, "but this seems to be what you asked about."

Vivian patted Hao Ren on the shoulder: "He engraved the knowledge of magic into his body, so that even if he loses his memory, he can continue to find a way to open the door to purgatory. But I'm afraid you can't ask how he studied this summoning It’s a ritual.”

Hao Ren looked at Baptiste intently for a while, then suddenly stood up and exhaled: "Take him to Beatrice's grave."

Soon, the wizard was escorted by two tribal warriors and brought near the temple inside the Pillar of Eternity. They stopped in front of the cemetery of the saints of the past. Hao Ren took Baptiste to the burial place of Beatrice and pointed to the pile of inconspicuous stones: "This is the person you are looking for."

Baptiste slowly bent down in front of the tomb and reached out to touch the unfamiliar words on the stone pillars with a confused expression. He had no sense of reality at the moment because he didn't even know the name of the person he was looking for or what he looked like. , but slowly, he seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of relief emerging from the bottom of his heart, as if a long-standing mission was finally completed, and he let out a long breath.

This chaotic, strange, mysterious and elusive wizard sat down on the ground in front of the tomb. Black flames slowly rose up from his body. The flames engulfed his body, but he seemed to be unconscious. Under the gaze of everyone, the wizard quickly turned into a ball of ashes, and this time, he would never come back.

With a soft "click" sound, a hard and ugly obsidian device rolled out from Baptiste's ashes. It was shaped a bit like a human heart, and its surface was carved with dense runes and magic circles. This hard thing is the wizard's heart. The black flame just now had no temperature, and the obsidian heart was therefore cold, just like Beatrice's tombstone.

Lily gently tugged on Hao Ren's sleeve and whispered, "Is he really dead this time?"

"Probably," Hao Ren stepped forward and picked up the cold and hard heart. It was hard to imagine that a person could survive on such a thing for eight centuries. Then he looked at Geisel and Bonia beside him, "Although it's a bit excessive - could you please put this heart into Beatrice's tomb?"

Vivian also took the initiative to speak out: "This is what I mean too."

Geisel immediately bowed to Vivian: "Follow your wishes."

Several tribal warriors and Bonia stepped forward together, preparing to open Beatrice's tomb. Bonia took off a small bag from her waist, took out some strange green powder and sprinkled it into the air, and then began to recite a prayer to comfort the dead. The green powder shone like fireflies in the sound of the prayer. The light slowly gathered on the tomb stone pillars and covered Beatrice's name. After completing this ceremony, the tribal warriors worked together to clear the heavy stones - there are established rules for opening the tombs of the dead in this world.

The tombs in this world are extremely simple. Whether they are ordinary people or saints or elders, their tombs are simply stone bags, so the stones are quickly cleaned up, revealing the dark tomb below. The witch and her coffin buried hundreds of years ago had long since rotted away, and there were only some messy remnants in the tomb. Several tribal warriors whispered condolences to these remnants and then threw away Baptiste's obsidian heart, but Just as they were about to close the tomb, Vivian suddenly saw something in the tomb from the corner of her eye.

"Wait a minute - there seems to be something there."

As Vivian spoke, she summoned a few little bats. The little bats flew into the tomb and worked together to clear away the stones and bones covering a certain item, and finally brought up a strange blood-colored crystal.

Vivian took the crystal from the little bat's mouth and looked at it carefully. It felt vaguely familiar. Nangong Wuyue, who was next to her, asked curiously: "What is this?"

"It seems to be an accessory worn by the witch back then," Bonia whispered. "I have seen it in ancient books, saying that the witch always carries a red crystal pendant, and she draws magic power from this pendant to treat people - —But in the end she couldn’t cure herself.”

"Pendant? Why do I feel that this crystal looks familiar..." Vivian frowned and thought hard about where she had seen similar things. Suddenly she sensed a breath that was about to dissipate from the crystal, and her eyes flashed. Liang said, "That's right! I remembered it! There is such a thing in the small box that Paul gave me!"

Paul was one of Vivian's servants hundreds of years ago. He kept several items that Vivian gave him before her last sleep, including the diary manuscripts that Vivian left before each sleep. A strange red crystal.

However, no one knew what the crystal was used for at that time. Vivian carried it with her for a while but still did not find anything special about it, so in the end she simply gave the thing to Hao Ren - she felt that Hao Ren Your portable space is safer than your own.

Hao Ren quickly took out the crystal and compared it with the crystal in Beatrice's tomb. He found that although the two were different in shape and size, the material was exactly the same!

"This crystal should be mine..." Vivian looked at Beatrice's tomb in surprise, "Do I know this witch named Beatrice?"