73. Chapter 73 Diary
Chapter 73 Diary
As soon as his soul returned to his body, Sa General woke up.
Mr. Sa: “What’s the situation? Why did I suddenly fall asleep?”
Mr. Xia: “So that’s what we look like when we sleep ……”
In the past eight days, Wei Diankui also went back to sleep, and he was no stranger to this.
The two retold what had just happened.
But since most of it was Barry talking to himself, they didn’t have much information.
Chief Sa: “How useless my Shia, Sheepy has told you to learn the common language seriously, and you’re fucking gods and demons?”
Mr. Xia: “? It’s not like he’s speaking to me alone, have you learned it?”
Mr. Sa: “I learned it just now but I couldn’t hear it either.”
Mr. Xia: “Really good ah you, not difficult to defeat you at all.”
…
Heine found three notebooks in the corner of the bookshelf.
The paper pages didn’t know what material they were made of, and after putting them away for so many years they just turned yellow and brittle, and were actually still usable.
Except for the first one, which was still carefully recording time, the rest gradually became stream of consciousness.
The difference between the grammar used by Barry and today’s common language habits was not small.
However, Heine’s teacher was from the Buried Bones, and then he studied with Dylan, so he had little problem reading these records as “Gitil’s own heirloom”.
“Prologue.
It is December, 951, and I am ready to divest myself of my anger.
Considering how much this will cause me to forget, it is important that I record everything that has happened in the past.
Perhaps they can save my life and drag me back to the world of the living, where I belong, before I am completely lost.
–Barry Gitler
…
September, 948
Forgot what day it was, anyway it was a great day.
I, Barry Gittler.
The first patriarch of the Gittille family.
Great defector, servant of the false gods, researcher of the forbidden.
Captured.
In order to get me, Sabellia risked causing a war by setting an ambush in the hunting grounds.
I knew the elves who wandered here had coveted this forest for a long time, but I didn’t think they would be so bold.
But I was relieved when I saw a few of my former colleagues from the Shadow Church.
No wonder he knows me so well, so this group of scum started a collaboration.
With my knowledge of the Archduke, he wouldn’t have come to me.
He’s nowhere near as bold as his father.
As long as this group puts out the word that ‘Barry has fled back to St. Sittin’, he won’t look deeper, but will instead keep a close eye on my children.
I hope Anne protects them.
As for myself ……
I don’t believe Sabelia went to all this trouble to get me here for the sake of sadism.
He’s waiting for me to lose my patience, and I’m waiting for him.
…
December of the same year
Fifty-one days passed, and Sabelia found me for the third time.
I’ll admit the guy has an uncanny talent for people pleasing and flowery language.
For example, he brought the bodies of his “former colleagues”.
He said their usefulness was over.
They have gone to the Archduke to testify that Barry could not stand the weather here and returned to the North ……
The churchmen don’t care to “testify” for others, and I’m completely locked up here.
(Note: That’s when I decided to experiment with deconstructing spells on my own.)
I decided to talk to Saberia and at least set up the deconstruction spell.
He said to come find me in three days.
…
January, 949
Another 33 days have passed since the last time.
The deconstruction phalanx is basically built, and I’m hoping to refine it a bit more before I stand in it.
I remember what the warrior standing behind the Archduke said about my refuted anger.
Like shabu-shabu water with many pigments added, it would eventually take on a muddy black color.
This blackened anger will give me unexpected power, but at the cost of pushing me into the underworld.
It will make me a witch-demon.
…
February, 949
(Note: Maybe March?)
Forty-five days have passed since the last journal entry.
I wrote the first version of the experimental program based on Sabelia’s needs.
I needed a lot of material, and he brought it.
These elves were withered and bruised, basically fugitives from justice.
Where did he get so many prisoners? Did he go to the Mercury Forest to rob a prison?
And didn’t the Grand Duke warn them? They’re not allowed to step foot in the hunting grounds. How did he get them in here?
…
94 days later.
In a 90-day cycle, the results of the first round of experiments are in.
The fusions are all dead.
But I found the direction ……
Human spirit figurines are so hard to make, why not try beasts?
…
205 days later.
The third round of experiments was successful.
The four elves could transform into mountain eagles with no disintegration of their forms. Sabelia said they worked wonders on the battlefield.
Wait …… battlefield?
What battlefield?
Where is the war going on?
(Note: I should have realized then that these long-eared monkeys were fighting over the hunting grounds that belonged to the Lords.)
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About 200 days later.
The fifth round of experiments failed, but the conclusions were more encouraging than the previous “narrow success”.
I have been able to confirm that there is a great deal of similarity between the Tree Maker’s school of dreaming and psionic spells.
Sure enough, any spell that involves the soul has only two final destinations.
One is the Shadow Realm and the other is the Underworld.
The guardians of the elves were psychics.
The Sages of the Golden People are psychics.
The Stone Whisperer of the Dwarves is also psychic.
What’s the difference between the so-called ‘spirits’ resting in the sacred tombs of the Lucuans and the undead?
It is nothing more than packaging.
…
The tenth round of experiments is over.
Sabelia brings good news and bad news.
The bad news is that the shapeshifters are considered evil and have been banished by the higher-ups of the Mercury Forest.
But he has found a way to fix it.
He made sure that this genius conception would be written into the canon of the Tree Herders as one of the pillar schools.
Such a man should not believe in any nature, any life, any free wind.
He should just be a follower of the Undertaker.
As for the good news ……
He smugly told me the war was over.
The elves had won.
They grabbed the forest and gave it a new name.
I have never been so angry that the dead air that envelops me is colored black.
But Sabelia was laughing.
It was as if he was immensely looking forward to this moment.
Suddenly I understood.
He really was a psychic as well!
No wonder he had such a genius idea, he knew what I needed and provided material that perfectly fit my requirements ……
Living souls that are saturated with negativity are the finest nether spirits.
That way he could summon me back from the underworld as a witch demon.
In doing so, I would become his eternal slave!
I restrained my anger.
Like a wild beast putting away its fangs.
He left disappointed.
Maybe he thought there would be a next time.
But this time he thought wrong.
I’m standing on a deconstructed spell.
I will break my own fangs with my own hands.
…
Today is December, 951 .
The experiment is over and I’ve got a bottle of Rage.
It’s as black as algae, and as disgusting as wet hair.
It also contained at least a third of my power.
But I did seem much calmer.
I no longer want to smash Saberia’s hawkish nose.”
……
This is the last record with a definitive time.
Next Sabelia seemed to disappear, leaving only and day after day of experimentation.
When Jungle Winds reappeared, he was surprised at how calm Barry was.
But he had no time for that, for he was dying of old age.
Heine counts the minutes, and it seems that Sabelia’s time was up when she captured Barry.
Sure enough, he had been thinking of using the “takeover” on himself from the very beginning.
This time, he wanted to take over a magical beast.
And the one he was looking at wasn’t just any ordinary beast.
It was the sacred beast of the Eagle Mountain, the totem of the Dwarves and the Cornu.
Eli the Wind Harnesser.
He took away the drawings for the final version of the deconstruction spell, and he was going to complete the process himself.
Heine’s spirits shook!
The big one was coming!
Yet flipping back – nothing.
Huh?
Nothing?
There’s no more of this!
What follows is extremely cold and dry.
Perhaps because of the stripping away of emotions, his senses became numb, dulled.
His life was nothing but experiments.
He also lost all concept of time.
There is no day and night, no seasons ……
He has lost all references.
He records everything like a lab log.
Sabelia disappeared, but a strange group of elves came.
They were blocked by the brass gate outside and had to come in through the vent behind Barry now.
And then the passes turned into fodder.
The next time there was a definite exchange, the name “Silverwing” came up.
Once again, Heine was gravely concerned.
(End of chapter)