"The enemy of thorns, purify?"

After flipping through the thin white paper in his hand, Elliot glanced at Charles with a strange look: "The highest difficulty."

"How high is the highest?" Charles frowned.

"It depends on who you are." Elliot said: "Maybe it's simple or maybe for you."

"Can the spell be practiced and the people are divided?"

"I don't think you will be able to figure this out soon." The answer was irresponsible, and Elliot returned the book called "Enemy of Thorns" to Charles: "How much time did the monk Ossi give you?"

"One month." Charles answered unknown.

"That's not bad. The fastest record of purification by all churches in Dulin is one week." Elliot encouraged in a plain tone, and then said, "Good luck."

"That Ossey monk once said this." Charles said tentatively: "So I think it will be difficult to learn it?"

Elliot did not respond, but handed Charles a note: "Take the pile of bones and go to this address, and naturally someone will receive you."

Of course what he said was what Charles told him before. He had no choice but to do so. Charles could only temporarily put his thoughts on the spell in his heart, take them over and look down, and he asked, "What price should I sell?"

"Of course someone will give you advice," Elliot said. "Pita City is very small, and a little bad reputation will spread throughout the entire circle, so you probably won't be fooled."

"perhaps?"

"No one can completely guess the other person."

"Okay." Nodded silently, Charles said goodbye and left.

Watching his departure back, Elliot shook his head gently and turned around to leave, but the monk Ossi quietly walked to him in the corner.

"You shouldn't have let him get in touch with the caster's circle so early."

"What does it matter?" Elliot said: "He always becomes a part of the circle."

"He may not necessarily learn to purify."

"Yes, he may not learn it. But in order to evade sanctions, he has to learn it." Elliot glanced at the middle-aged priest, with no expression of agreement or sarcasm: "At that time, a guy who was bombarded as an idiot by the voice of Ulm would naturally not remember the address I gave him."

"He has this talent and has a black history of contact with black magic. If he cannot learn to purify it, then letting him remain silent forever is the best choice." said the middle-aged priest: "The pirates in the Poison Dragon Sea are unruly and do not obey discipline. The people of the Fire Heart are still shaking, only caring about personal interests, and those demon apostles who come out to make trouble every now and then; I don't want to have a headache about a new person among them. Without the replenishment of new blood, we are almost exhausted."

As he said that, he added: "Besides, the possibility of him falling into the darkness is very high."

"Why?"

"The source of the notes has been investigated clearly," said the middle-aged priest: "The original owner of the notes was Mr. Colanston's aunt, the youngest daughter of General Dulin, General Born."

"Isn't she dead?"

“For some people, death is not the end.”

"Why let that note flow into Charles' hands?"

"This method of absorbing new blood is not ruled out."

"This kind of simple method? I'm afraid it's impossible. It's more like someone deliberately letting us see it."

"Whoever wants us to see, that's the truth." The monk Ossi said with a gentle look on his face.

"The Kingdom General... is really a turbulent time."

"Chaos are the breeding ground of evil." The monk Ossi said, and then sighed: "I hope the Lord can purify them as soon as possible."

...

"With God's servant, XXX, calling for the omnipresent light"

"Crush, burn, clear spirit, purify"

"This mantra is born because of this, and evil will never end."

After reading this spell several times, Charles didn't see any difficulty - it seems that the spell is no different from the resurrection of the bones?

They are all the same awkward.

"Is it in other ways?"

With this doubt, Charles, who was sitting in the carriage, flipped through the remaining pages of the book, but there was basically no other information except for some praises to the gods and the hymns called the magic of purification.

"A bunch of messy nonsense." Rolling his eyes, Charles turned the page number back to the page that recorded the spells and spells and key points of use.

"Try it?" He hesitated, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate to try to release spells on this street, but then he thought, this spell was not a bone revival, and there seemed to be nothing to hide, right?

So after he looked carefully several times, he grabbed a silver thorn cross necklace given to him by the monk, calmed down and began to sing softly in his mouth.

Nothing happened at first, but as he finished reciting the first sentence of the spell, a loud voice swarmed from all directions.

"Under the halo, all heresies in the world will be destroyed!"

"God loves the world until it returns to evil, and as everything in the world is evil, God says: It should be destroyed."

"Crush the head of the demon and you will be free..."

It seemed as if tens of thousands of people were shouting at the same time, all kinds of voices were magnificent and harsh. For unknown reasons, these countless voices seemed to be ringing in their ears. However, as soon as they appeared, Charles' brain was dizzy and he couldn't recover for a long time.

[You are attacked by an unknown will by some kind of will, and your memory will be deviated]

A reminder floated in his eyes, and Charles suddenly woke up.

"What the hell is this special code?"

He murmured to himself, very puzzled by the situation he had just encountered.

If I remember correctly, he just simply used Dulin's common language to chant the so-called mantras, but he was not yet proficient in converting into that kind of special chant, so why did it cause that reaction?

Is that the correct release of this spell?

"No, it's impossible. If simply speaking can cause such a reaction, then anyone can cast a spell."

"Or, is this a certain qualification requirement, or limitation?"

Thinking of the highest difficulty Eliot said in the church, Charles pursed his lips tightly.

He felt that this guess might be true, because normally, he could not learn strange mantras at once, that is, his chanting just now was just a normal practice.

But ordinary practice caused that kind of interference, which made him unable to recite at all - isn't this difficult?

"But in the original owner's memory, he did not encounter this situation when he practiced bone resuscitation..."

This thought flashed through and Shire became aware of it.

"The spells of the church are probably different from normal spells."

"The legendary magic? Or something else?"

He knew very little, and he couldn't understand these things, so he stopped thinking about it in the end.

Recalling his feelings just now, Charles looked carefully at the book in his hand and couldn't help but try it again.

However, just like last time, he had just finished reciting a spell, and the violent roar appeared in his ears again, loud and harsh, as if the whole world was talking to him. He couldn't help but cover his ears, but it had no effect!

The sound penetrated his eardrums directly and reached the depths of his mind!

[You are attacked by an unknown will by some kind of will, and your memory will be deviated]

The message prompt floated by, and the noise in his ears gradually drifted away. Shir looked at the book called "Enemy of Thorns" in his hand with lingering fear, and then closed it without hesitation.

"This magic trick can be practiced by geniuses!"

"No, no, no, even ghosts can't practice it!"

While complaining silently, he recalled the situation just now and suddenly looked stunned. He ignored the strange voice that occupied his entire mind and thought of the prompt from the Eye of True Knowledge.

“The memory is biased?”

"What is that?"

He felt it carefully, but did not find anything wrong in his mind, which made Charles wonder.

However, before he could continue to study, the voice of the carriageman came in through the carriage.
Chapter completed!