Chapter 148 A Bit Difficult to Kill
Although Hedda entrusted the things to her, Edith did not do anything with the dress herself. The servants and dormitory managers of the Turner family went directly upstairs after applying and took care of all the details for the two of them, making sure they were ready to wear on the day of the ball before leaving.
The dormitory was empty. Edith poured herself a glass of water and sat on the sofa, flipping through Louisa's booklet.
Bell and Mulin planned to go to the dance together. They were both of average financial status and their figures were far inferior to Hedda's, so they decided to go to the ready-made clothing store in the Tulip Market to look for some simple ready-made clothes. They estimated that they would not be able to return to the dormitory until before curfew.
Heda didn't know what had happened to her, and whether she could come back tonight...
Edith lowered her head and translated two pages, becoming inexplicably irritated. Although she now understood a lot of things, she was still confused about the soul-swapping ritual.
How many families in the capital knew about Duke Eddie? How much did the queen know about it, and what role did she play in it? She knew nothing about it.
"We can take our time to find the first problem, but time is running out for the second one." Edith closed her eyes. "The best way is to win the league and enter the palace as the champion. Uh, will the queen be kind to someone who defeated her son?"
Her thoughts wandered for a moment, but she quickly pulled them back and decided to trust his character as the leader of the kingdom: "All the questions that need to be answered must be answered in that meeting. Before that, I must at least know what my questions are."
She decisively gave up translating page by page and quickly flipped through the doodles in the notebook, trying to find an anchor in this common language.
She found it.
On the ninth page from the end of the book, a bunch of irregular lines took up half of the page. The lines barely formed a circle. If you squinted your eyes and looked carefully, the two points and one line in the middle seemed to represent the eyes and the mouth respectively.
It looks a bit like a ghost in a painting.
"Hope Eddie believes that this book can help him repair his body, which means it must talk about the soul." The ancient dictionary rustled next to Edith's hands. She quickly translated the text on this side, wrote it down on a piece of paper and read it through.
"......really."
This is the soul-searching question Duke Eddie is looking for.
Edith took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Louisa recorded her research like a diary. If you flipped through it quickly, you would definitely miss the key points. You still have to read it word by word.
[Reed came to me repeatedly a while ago, saying that a Campbell army came from the east and planned to cut off the dragon's head and establish a new country. He strongly recommended me to join the army, saying that my spells could be of great use.]
[Of course, my spell is the best!!!]
[I said I'm not interested. By the time the new king establishes the country, I'll be an old man. By then, all the wealth and glory will be passed on to future generations. Why? I'll have fun first.]
[I haven't seen Reed recently. I heard that he has joined the army. He really plans to become the first duke of the founding of the country.]
[…He’s very weird.]
Edith's brows jumped.
She flipped through the content later and summarized that Louisa noticed something was wrong through the details of Reed Eddie's performance at the time. After repeated research, she actually discovered the existence of the soul and successfully saw the different colors of Duke Eddie.
[He admitted it.] Luisa wrote. [He first praised my gift and confessed everything to me, including the beginning of his discovery of the soul exchange, his long life and his views on the future.]
[He wanted to become a duke, to use the bodies of his descendants to continue his life, and to continue to enjoy wealth and glory.]
[So smart, this way those idiots who did nothing won’t enjoy my glory (crossed out)]
[He extended his hand to me and said that the current soul swapping was uncontrollable. If I joined, I would be able to figure out the logic behind it.]
[I don’t like this move, but it’s true that I haven’t come across such an exciting research topic in a long time. ]
At that time, the war on the ground was chaotic, and most people lived underground or in caves, including Louisa. In order to conduct better research, she created a small town that could only be entered by magic circles, and invited some of her closest friends to move in.
Edith paused,
This description sounds familiar.
[I figured it out.] From here on, Louisa's handwriting changed a lot, and it seemed that a lot of time had passed. [Soul swapping requires both parties to be in a state of near death, not completely dead, and at least have a breath left in the body. The human soul is tied tightly to the body, so the first swap needs to be "stripped off". After that, the soul is loose, and only needs the guidance of the magic circle to continue swapping. In the absence of a magic circle to specify a body, the soul will actively fit into the surrounding body that meets the conditions. In order to make this kind of person die completely, the action must be fast, and the time interval between the near death and death of the swapper cannot exceed three seconds.]
[However, for a skilled person like Reed, the only way to die is probably to run out of lifespan, that is, die of old age.]
[…This is horrible.]
Louisa's mental state was obviously not good when she wrote. She had lost her former detachment and was tense and in pain. [Although it was a "mutual" exchange, the exchanged person was passively separated and had no guidance. It was difficult for them to fit into the body of the active person. In addition, no one was there to treat them, so they were facing death. They were just dying and should not become food for others.]
Edith could roughly guess what happened next without even reading the book. Louisa refused to provide the complete research content and refused to provide more help to Reed, but the peeling guidance array that was developed in the early stage was already known to the other party. Reed could still use this tool to continuously extend his lifespan and select the body he entered.
Duke Eddie was just a lucky man. He was lucky enough to be born a child with a loose soul. All the subsequent research was contributed by Louisa.
People who love research have been cheated of their research results by bad guys...
Edith sympathized with him sincerely, and she gnashed her teeth in anger, and the corner of the book she was holding was slightly wrinkled due to the force.
So, in fact, Duke Eddie himself only has a vague understanding of the soul, but he knows that Louisa has studied a lot, so he wants to try his luck in the coffin when his soul is damaged... Edith lowered her eyes and gently stroked the column of the way of death.
Can't be killed, can't die of illness, can only rely on exhausting lifespan...
trouble.
Hope Eddie sounds like a little hard to kill.
The good news is, she sounds just as hard to kill.
But she had no interest in replacing someone else's soul, and it would be best if she didn't wake up in someone else's body a second time.
"But if that's the case, then those ancient spells in the ruins were designed by Louisa?" Her thoughts jumped again, "Then I was able to understand all the character structures later, was it because I absorbed some of the legacy left by Louisa?"
That's why she is so compatible with the other person's magic power.
"... Giles is more suitable for me now than Langman." Edith held her forehead, not knowing how to summarize her feelings for a moment.
......
The next day, Edith got up early and put the translated materials on Shelly's desk.
The other party was tied up in the matter of grading papers and could not do research at the same time. Edith felt sympathy for him and turned around to choose the most expensive bread in the bakery, feeling the heat and wheat aroma wrapped around her face, and enjoying her Christmas holiday.
When I got back to the dormitory, Heda was still sleeping. She came back on time and tossed and turned until the middle of the night. She didn't say anything when I asked her what happened. She looked like she was worried. When she finally fell asleep, her brows were furrowed tightly and she looked very uneasy.
Edith smoothed her brows and frowned slightly.
Heda's behavior was a little strange. She didn't look painful, so nothing bad had happened. But it must be a big deal to make her so upset.
"Let her sleep." Bell shrugged, took a bite from Edith's hand, and said incoherently, "She should just be a little confused. She will be fine once she wakes up."
The three of them took this opportunity to look at four dresses. Compared to Heda's dress with a hem that was inflated to the point of exploding, the three of them looked a little pitiful.
"Smart, I'll do the same next time." Edith touched Bell's trousers and smacked her lips.
Bell was also very satisfied with the dress: "But this kind of dress can only be worn at college balls. For formal social balls, it seems that only knights are allowed to wear pants."
"You have to get a knighthood for this." Edith looked at it again, sighed why she didn't think of it, turned around and touched Mulin's skirt: "It looks good."
It’s a standard skirt, but the fabric is good and it’s simple, which makes it look fresh.
"I haven't been to a dance before." Mu Lin swallowed nervously, "Is this enough? What are we going to do when we go in? Dance?"
"I don't know how, I'll probably just make something to eat." Bell put his arm around Mulin's arm, "Relax, this is a college dance, everyone is here to have fun."
"Yeah, we're all here to have fun, so I plan to just wear the official robes of the Magic Association President!" During lunch, Amy slapped the table excitedly, "I stole it. My aunt is a little taller than me for now, but it doesn't matter! I've tried it, and a pair of high heels is enough to make up for the height difference between us."
Tuttle: "...Did you really steal President Walker's robe?"
Amy nodded as a matter of course: "Of course."
Everyone at the table: “…”
No wonder Joyce chose Amy among so many descendants of the Walker family. Her courage is truly unmatched.
After waking up, Hedda seemed to be more relaxed and was able to eat, but she still kept silent about what happened last night. Edith didn't intend to force her, and the topics she found were all related to the dance tomorrow night, keeping the atmosphere at the table relaxed.
Until Zebulun appeared in everyone's sight.
Amy, who was talking about the shortcomings of the current dynasty's governance, suddenly stopped talking and left in a hurry with a sentence "I was just talking nonsense". But it seemed that His Royal Highness was not coming for him, and he didn't even look at him, but walked straight to Edith at the corner of the table.
"...Excuse me, Miss Griffin, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"
Zebulon looked a little hurried. There was nothing he could do. Although he had the idea in mind, it was already the 14th when he made up his mind to speak.
He tried to find Edith in the college. On the first day, he learned that she had left the college with her instructor Shelly. On the second day, he heard that she had returned home with Hedda. He finally found her on the third day. He tried to pretend that he was not paying attention, but he couldn't do it.
Edith paused cautiously: "No."
"If you have anything to say, just talk about it here."
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