Chapter 139 He is lying, right?
"Hehehehe..." The evil spirit lowered his head and laughed, baring his teeth at Wright who was trembling on the ground, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
Thor, who was hiding in the spiritual body, actually felt a sense of identification with the evil spirit's words.
"Is Senior Byron trying to deceive the evil spirit? But how could the evil spirit believe such a thing? Or is Senior Byron stalling for time?"
Wright was trampled underfoot and could only look up at Byron helplessly, praying in his heart that the evil spirit was indeed a fool.
In short, no one present, whether living or dead, or half-dead, believed what Byron said.
Perhaps because it was only Byron's apparition that was present, he appeared calm.
"I know you think I'm lying to you, but I hope you can give me a few words. I came to you for a reason. Your Kema family and our Gorza Wizard Tower are in a marriage relationship."
"Ha!" The evil spirit named Morton laughed briefly. "The Kerma Empire didn't fall after my death? Or have my descendants become beasts that can only reproduce?"
Byron remained calm, "After you died in the Valley of the Hands, a great wizard came forward to mediate the war. Although both the Kerma and Knath Empires were reduced to duchies, at least a portion of their territory was preserved, and your family was able to continue."
Morton still had a mocking look on his face. "Will they give up the resources they have obtained? Are you kidding me?"
Thor, Light: "..."
Byron went on to say, "Because of the battle of the Valley of the Hands, almost all wizards in the western region died. Forces from other wizard continents took the opportunity to enter the western region and divide up its resources. In order to maintain stability in the western region, all forces signed the Western Treaty."
Morton's eyes flickered, but he stopped making sarcastic remarks, seeming to believe it a little.
Byron quickly struck while the iron was hot, "In fact, our wizard tower originated from wizard forces in other continents. So you don't have to worry about us having grudges against each other."
Morton narrowed his eyes and said grimly, "Then why did you come to me? And why did you send a third-level apprentice like you?"
He leaned forward and put force on his feet, "Do you really think I've become stupid after being dead for so long?"
Wright was immediately stepped on and screamed.
Morton was annoyed by his noise and stepped on Wright's mouth again.
"If you make another sound, I'll send your mouth to meet the back of your head!"
Wright quickly endured the pain and dared not make a sound.
Morton looked up again, as if waiting for Byron's explanation.
"He...seems to be starting to believe it." Thor looked at Morton and Byron in disbelief.
Seeing that Morton was willing to continue listening to his reasons, Byron's tense face relaxed a little.
He quickly glanced at Bill and Wright on the ground, pursed his lips, and then said, "Because of the Western Treaty, we can't come to you openly. We can only send a few inconspicuous third-level apprentices to secretly look for your traces in the name of searching for resources outside."
"As for why I'm looking for you... Do you still remember your great-granddaughters, Miss Youla and Miss Kira?"
Thor's eyes widened.
He had never heard of the name Youla, but wasn't Kira the second-level wizard who had come to the wizard tower and acted arrogantly in front of the tower master? Could it be that what Byron said was true? Wright might have heard of these two names, and his eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't dare to make any sound.
When Morton heard these two names, he fell into memories.
It is difficult for an evil spirit to recall the good things in his life.
After a long silence, Morton finally raised his head and said, "Yes, my two great-granddaughters are only three years apart in age, but both have wizarding talents. We celebrated this for three months."
Byron bowed slightly and said, "One of your great-granddaughters, the beautiful Miss Youla, is the wife of our tower master."
The arm that Thor was supporting his chin went limp, and his head slid right off his palm.
He thought back to Golsa, who was wrapped in pink bandages, and wondered what the point of a man like that having a wife was?
Senior Byron, are you really not lying?
But Wright on the ground blinked slowly, with a thoughtful expression.
However, Morton frowned after hearing this, and suspicion crept into his eyes again, "Eula? With her personality, she doesn't care about anything except experimental research. How could she get married?"
Byron: "Maybe it's because our tower master is a second-level wizard just like you were in your lifetime."
Morton immediately raised his eyebrows, "That's really excellent. No wonder Youla was tempted one day. But how do you prove that you didn't make up a story to lie to me?"
Byron touched his chest and bowed, then said solemnly: "For the sake of the Kerma family and the Wizard Tower, the tower master ordered me to secretly look for your whereabouts. He believes that such a great person like you will not disappear easily. I have come here many times, but have never found anything. Today I finally met you. But I don't have any proof, because this matter must not be known to outsiders."
Morton suddenly applied force on his feet again, causing Wright to twitch in pain, but he suppressed his voice and dared not scream.
"Ridiculous! Even if you don't have proof, why did you run away when you met me underground? Now you are facing me with a phantom. What are you afraid of?"
Byron remained calm and lowered his eyes. "You have changed a lot. I didn't recognize you at first. It was only later that I realized who you were. As for the phantom... I am now very deep underground. Time is running out. I can't fly, so this is the only way to communicate with you."
Morton stared at Byron for a while, and finally released his foot from Wright.
Wright, who had been twitching, finally relaxed, but his face was badly injured and he could no longer see anyone.
He experienced the evil spirit's mood swings all at once.
Morton crossed his arms and raised his chin. "Now that you've found me, do you want to go back and report? You've said so much, do you want me to let you go?"
"On the contrary, I would like to ask Lord Morton to come to me. Although I have found you, I can see that you are not in a very good condition. Madam Youla has anticipated this situation. She taught me a kind of witchcraft circle in advance that can help you stabilize your consciousness. When she finds an opportunity, she will come to pick you up."
"Where are you?"
"That's where we met you, here in Soul Storm."
Morton's eyes immediately shot up, "Do you think I would be fooled by you?"
Seeing that Morton seemed to be going crazy again, Byron quickly quickened his speech.
"The soul storm here is very small. After being disturbed by us, its state has become very unstable and may collapse at any time. But I remember that only part of your spirit body has left the soul storm. If we really wait for the soul storm to collapse, it will be difficult to find the remaining part of your spirit body."
The loss of his soul would cause irreparable harm to Morton, and it was impossible for him not to care about it.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Morton's eyes changed, sometimes hesitant, sometimes angry.
Finally, two expressions appeared on both halves of his face at the same time.
Morton finally sorted out his thoughts and said in a stern voice: "That storm contains the soul fragments of hundreds of people. Even I can't keep it intact. What can you, a third-level apprentice, do?"
Byron said, "Lord Morton, although I am only level three, I have studied souls and corpses in the wizard tower for more than ten years and have made some achievements in this area. Otherwise, Madam would not have sent me here, let alone given me the magic circle. The magic circle can help you find the lost part of your soul and maintain your stability, so that Madam Euler can help you leave here."
Morton finally slowed down his speech, "Did Youla really ask you to come?"
"If I wanted to escape, there would be no need to use the precious Phantom Stone to contact you. If I wanted to set a trap to harm you... To be honest, I don't think I could succeed."
Seeing that Morton was somewhat moved, Byron quickly added fuel to the fire.
"Lord Morton, the soul storm can't hold out for much longer. You just came to take a look, and there will be no loss. I can let you check everything about the magic circle, and you decide whether to do it or not."
Morton lowered his head and really began to think about it.
Saul, who was sitting on the diary watching the show, patted the diary with a dull expression, "Hey, brother diary, is this person really Byron?"
The third update, it’s afternoon now, that’s right.
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