Chapter 471 – Soul Retrieval 2
Chapter 471 – Soul Retrieval 2
Soul Retrieval!
Teenage Mage Ann looked at the spell and Master Odonnell in it with a face di stony.
Even as a Spirit-type spell researcher he had only heard of it in the past, was he finally going to see it with his own eyes today?
Beside him, Desen Plante continued his introduction:
“In all the strange tales of the mortal world and in the eyes of spellcasters of other mage factions, spellcasters of our kind tend to be arcane as hell, but what they don’t realize is that spells related to the soul are all very dangerous, for the recipient as well as for the caster.”
“Perhaps, some people may think that we are able to directly break down the mind barrier of the target, invade into the sea of consciousness of the other party, easily spy on the thoughts and will of the target, and even modify the consciousness of the other party, turning it into a bowed down slave. Hmph!”
Desen Plante said with some self-deprecation, “But what they don’t know is that it’s all a two-way street, when the other party’s mind barrier disappears in front of you, your own mind barrier disappears in front of the other party, and when the other party’s sea of consciousness is exposed in front of you, your own sea of consciousness is also exposed in front of the other party.”
Desen Plante flicked his head slightly toward the teenager beside him, “Andy!”
“Mr. Plant.”
The teenager also withdrew his eyes from the spell and turned to DeSean Plant.
Dessen: “The reason why I told you all this in such an almost self-revealing way is that I hope we can work together to bring spiritual magic forward without factions, especially not because of the conflict between the two mentors ……”
Hearing these words, the teenager’s pale face surfaced a touch of red from excitement.
“I will definitely abide by your teachings.”
Andy knew that his mentor and Desen’s mentor, Odenel, did not deal well with each other on weekdays, and the two of them had fallen out over several issues regarding who was the number one spiritual caster, and which means was more superior: casting a spell on a target through a medium such as a brain worm or directly applying a spell to a target.
In particular, the name of the first spiritual caster directly determines whether or not one can take a place in the highest organization of the Secret Society of Law, the Order of Ten.
In the end …… or until now, Master Odonnell occupied this title, and he himself became a member of the Order of Ten.
“The Masters – even my mentor – have spoken highly of you, so take advantage of that and draw on the strengths of each faction… …Hmm? Someone’s coming over.”
Desen Plante stopped preaching and looked to the stairs leading to the ground.
“The priest” came down the stairs carrying Somolette, who had fallen into a paralyzed heap.
DeSean smiled and teased, “Looks like you guys didn’t pry his mouth open.”
Without a word, the “priest” came over to the phalanx, threw Somolette down, and turned to leave.
Dessen gestured to Andy, “Come on, give me a hand.”
The two men lifted Somolette and placed her in the circular area in the middle of the rectangle opposite Odonnell.
“Although he remains tight-lipped, he has been mentally tortured, which is good to make soul retrieval less difficult.”
Master Odonnell, who was still crouching on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at the target placed in the spell with sharp eyes.
“Mentor.” Dessen asked, “Is there no problem? An assassin who has served the Diaz family for many years could know many amazing secrets.” Odenel shook his head, his pupils glistening with essence, and said faintly, “No need, I have the confidence.”
A thought flashed from the deepest part of Desen Plante’s mind – arrogant old man, good luck getting washed into an idiot by someone’s sea of consciousness.
His face moved, hiding the thought he had just had very well, and then humbly bowed slightly in front of his mentor, pulling Andy back to where he had just stood outside the spell.
As he and Andy left the spell, Master Odonnell began his own movements.
His mouth whispered obscure words as his hands continued to change into various positions.
Regaining his footing, Dessen said, “Next up is a two-player card game.”
Andy was very puzzled:Â “A card game?”
“Yes, a card game. It’s not a very flattering analogy, but it does explain the game on souls with some elements of a card game open.”
Desen explained to him, “A piece of memory information in the souls of both sides is their respective decks of cards, and the victory or defeat depends on two factors, the number of decks and the size of the decks.”
“The number of cards is well understood, that is, the size of the amount of information in the memories, if one is facing an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years – if there is such an old monster – then the flood of information that spews out from his sea of consciousness will be terrifying and huge. Faced with such a torrent, if one is not properly prepared for it, it will instantly overwhelm one’s mental barriers.”
“However, although one is constantly receiving information as long as one lives, the size of the information does not depend entirely on the accumulation of age. It comes down to another factor – the size of the deck, and this involves a lot of things, such as the …… how to say it …… [ degree of power].”
“Uh …… Mr. Plant.” Andy interjected, “Are you talking about the breadth and depth of a person’s insight?”
Desen Plant was silent for a short while, then slowly said, “Andy, you’ve captured the essence of the matter, so please forgive me for any distress I may have caused you with my not-so-apt analogy just now.”
“No, Mr. Plant.” Andy responded, “Your analogy still helps me understand.”
“Well, let’s continue on the breadth and depth of insight.”
“Breadth and depth are relative, that is, they depend on the gap between the caster and the recipient, and what follows is benchmarked against what you and I have seen.”
“An ordinary farmer may never leave his village in his entire life, every day he faces the monotony of three meals a day and boring repetitive labor, the longest journey in his life is wandering between the two points of his home and the fields, and all the other people he knows are villagers just as ignorant and misinformed as he is, and most of the discussions are about that little bit of chicken and garlic in his village. Then even if he has lived for decades, his insights are short, his spirit and soul are impoverished, and his so-called sea of consciousness is just a small puddle of water, not worth mentioning.”
“An ordinary noble, his territory may contain several villages, occasionally handling the political affairs and income and expenditure of his territory, adjudicating lawsuits for his lords, every now and then he has a party with other nobles from the neighboring territories, hunting and whatnot, he has his own channels to be informed of wars in faraway places, changes in the top echelons of the country, and in his life, he may have a couple of times of opportunity to have an audience with his He may have the opportunity to see his king or follow him to war a few times in his life, his knowledge is much better than the peasants under his rule, but that’s about it, what he calls the Sea of Consciousness is a lake, calm but slightly rippled.”
“A seasoned adventurer, his whole life has been adventurous, admiring fantastic and magnificent landscapes, finding palpitating treasures, experiencing incomparably bizarre stories, encountering dangers of nine deaths, and even carrying an unshared hatred, his insights are much more broad and profound than the previous two, and his Sea of Consciousness is a large winding river, wide and turbulent. ”
At this point, Desen Plante’s previously expressionless face became serious.
“Okay, the three above, although their depths of insight vary, I’m assuming that they’re all no match for you and I, who are the benchmarks, and as long as we prepare carefully, we can still handle them. However, the next two levels I’m going to talk about, their sea of souls will be fatal to you and me.”
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