Chapter 472 – Soul Retrieval 3
Chapter 472 Soul Retrieval 3
Desen Plante continued to list examples to Andy.
“A king, or the patriarch of a certain powerful family, the information they come into contact with on a regular basis will be from all over the country, and he may know some secrets within his own country that are not known, and will cause the whole country to be shaken once they are exposed – this kind of information will have a huge impact on the caster,… And the other party may be amiable on a regular basis, but behind their back, they are a butcher with blood on their hands – this contrast in image is also a huge shock, and their sea of consciousness is a true ocean, either undulating, or calm but with dark currents underneath.”
“A scholar, who has an active mind and a rich imagination, devotes his whole life to the verification of the search for truth; his search is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but once his search really yields certain things about the nature of the world, and these things are subversive to our everyday perception of the world, the impact that such information causes on the caster would be horrible and fatal. For example, if a certain caster is born and everyone around him tells him that the earth under his feet is flat, but he receives the definite and unambiguous information during a certain soul retrieval – that the earth is round, and he is unable to understand why the earth is round for the time being, this is a subversive shock. The sea of consciousness of such a man is a raging ocean, filled with shocking waves at every moment.” (Author’s note: Refer to SAN values in the grammatical system)
At this point, the young mage Andy asked, “But, Mr. Plant, why is it definitive? Is it possible that the caster will also believe unreservedly in the unfounded guesses and conjectures of the recipient’s mind?”
Dessen shook his head, “By certainty and unquestioning, I mean that the recipient has in his mind a complete set of deduction and verification processes based on basic logic, from simple to complex, for what he holds in his mind, and that his soul essence is unquestionably convinced of its truthfulness, just as surely as a person knows whether or not he’s lying, and that in the moment of retrieval, because at this point in time the The caster and the recipient can be described as [highly integrated] in terms of their souls, and thus the caster’s soul essence has also gained an appraisal of the truthfulness of things at the same time – even if he doesn’t know the complete process of proving it at that moment, if it’s just conjecture and guesswork, then the recipient’s soul’s degree of belief in it will be shaken to a greater or lesser extent, the This wavering can be felt by the wielder.”
Andy was still wondering, “But …… but …… why would the caster be so shocked? If a person tells me to my face in words about some knowledge that is vastly different from the public perception, I would certainly be greatly shaken, but not to the extent that it would jeopardize my spirit.”
Dessen explained for him, “The material world provides us with a natural dam, and we have the mind barrier as a second dam when our ears hear these things and then transmit them to the brain, but when two souls approach each other, the dam of the material world disappears, and when two souls engage in fusion, the dam of the mind barrier disappears as well. Without these two dams, the information in the recipient’s mind – massive and heavy – rushes into the caster’s soul in a split second; imagine yourself standing next to an embankment that is ready to break, can you relate to that feeling? ”
Andy gulped with fear on his face, “I can probably imagine it.”
Dessen glanced toward the phalanx and said, “Well, Master Odonnell is about to begin.”
Andy’s attention focused on the spell as well.
What unfolded before him was a strange sight.
Those runes that made up the spell formation appeared to change and seemed to emit some kind of weird light, the color of which could not be said to be red or yellow or an orange intertwined with both.
The runes emitted light in sequence according to the order in which they were arranged on the spell formation from the outside to the inside, and from afar, it looked like two symmetrical rectangles each with a circle of light gathering towards the center.
Eventually, the two circles of light formed by the glowing runes wrapped around Master Odonnell as the caster and Master Somolight as the recipient.
The runes of the …… spell unexpectedly moved.
Andy’s eyes widened as he saw this sight for the first time.
The runes of the spell array moved faster and faster, rotating around the two people on it at high speed.
Somolight had been lying rigidly since he was thrown into the spell, and now, he was beginning to appear to change.
Somolette’s body began to show slight shaking while constantly shaking his head.
“Uh……” he let out a groan, then clenched his teeth tightly, with such force that his cheeks bulged high.
His hands, bound behind his back, kept pulling to the sides in an attempt to free himself from the constraints of the ropes.
The ropes tightened into Somolette’s flesh and still didn’t let him give up.
It was futile though, the ropes were tied very tightly.
Sommolette’s movements increased in amplitude, and eventually his entire body struggled, but strangely enough, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t get out of the aperture that was wrapped around him. “Ah! Ah!” He began to howl in agony.
“He must have a splitting headache by now.”
Dessen said to Andy.
“Of course, the caster – my mentor – is having a hard time right now.”
At Dessen’s prompting, Andy turned his attention to Master Odonnell.
Unlike Somolette, who was writhing and struggling all over, Odonnell remained in the position of sitting cross-legged on the ground.
His hands were no longer changing into various positions as they had been in the beginning, but rather his arms were flatly stretched out with his fingers crossed in front of his chest.
It was only his face, unlike the calmness he had before casting the spell, was now a grimace.
That grimace was a grimace that was enduring pain.
His temples were bulging high, his facial veins were exposed, and bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead.
Andy thought, according to what Plante showed, at this time, Master Odonnell’s soul was suffering from the impact of Somolight’s sea of consciousness, and the taste was very unpleasant.
Desen Plante, who was standing beside him, said, “If it was me, I would never dare to cast such a spell on Somolette. An assassin who has been bred by the Dias family for decades, carrying an unknown amount of darkness and holding an unknown amount of shocking secrets, no one can say for sure. Only my mentor dares to do so, right? My mentor’s sea of consciousness is vast and deep, capable of holding a torrent of information consisting of numerous secrets.”
“Hmm! It’s over.”
The time spent on the soul level game was not much, just a little over a minute.
At this moment, Somolette was lying paralyzed on the ground, his face turning a saucy purple color, panting heavily, and his wrists had become bloody at the wrists due to the violent struggle.
Desen flirted, “Hmph, it looks like this Master Somolette isn’t simple either, it’s worthy of being a harshly trained assassin, an ordinary person who suffers from a soul retrieval will turn into a moron if it’s heavy, or will be in a coma for a few days if it’s light, and it only looks like this master has had a strenuous workout.”
Master Odonnell, who was sitting on the other side of the spell, slowly took several deep breaths before slowly opening his eyes.
“Knowing the whereabouts of that child.”
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