Nephnesse asked Dorothy this question, and Dorothy responded with a confident smile.
"Oh, if Mazar died at the scene of the assassination on the day of the assassination, or was shot or poisoned, then no, because he couldn't tell how he died. But the actual situation was that he was strangled to death while being secretly detained two days after the assassination, and there were even signs of struggle when he died.
"That is to say, Mazar was likely aware of his own death. He knew who had captured him, imprisoned him, and killed him. Mazar might have personally experienced the last two days of his life, and was only executed after those guys had figured out how to deal with Vanya's drug test accusation... I think Mazar must have been quite desperate during those two days. After he was summoned out of the spirit world, he might be willing to help us without being forced by a ritual."
Dorothy said to Nephnis that when she examined Mazar's body, she found some tiny dandruff and even coagulated blood foam inside the fingernails of Mazar's hands, which needed a magnifying glass to be barely seen. These dandruff made Dorothy think that Mazar had tried to struggle painfully before his death, but because his hands were only tied, the strength of his struggle was limited, and he could only clench his fists and flutter continuously. Because he clenched his fists too hard, he scratched a little bit of the skin on his palms, leaving traces of dandruff and blood foam in the gaps between his fingernails.
Although the scratches on Mazar's palms had been removed along with the bruises on his neck after he was turned into a corpse, these marks still remained. Dorothy could infer from them the pain Mazar suffered when he died, and that he was conscious when he died. Did he know who killed him? How did he die? Since he knew before he died, his soul must also know after death. As long as his soul is summoned out, it will be the best witness.
Let Mazar himself tell how he died. In cases like this, the confession of the victim's family is absolutely indisputable evidence, even on an extraordinary level.
"Yes... If we can summon the soul of this prince to testify, then it doesn't matter what they accuse us of. Miss Dorothy, please wait a moment. I will prepare to summon the soul."
After listening to Dorothy's words, Nephnis spoke vaguely, and then she immediately sat cross-legged beside the magic circle to prepare for summoning the soul. She now knew what Dorothy wanted her to do here today, which was to help summon the soul.
Seeing that Nefernis had already sat beside the magic circle, Dorothy was not idle either. She directly controlled the corpse puppet to place Mazar's body on the magic circle as a medium to summon the soul. Having a whole corpse as a material medium could produce an extremely strong attraction to ghosts. As long as the soul had not sunk into the Nether River to the realm of no return and was attracted by the great soul to the point where it could no longer rise, it could basically call the soul back.
After the medium was in place, Nephnis began to close her eyes, mobilize her spirituality, and began the necromancy ceremony according to the records in her grandfather's notes. Due to the intensive reports in recent days, there is a lot of public information about Mazar, so Nephnis is not short of mediums.
Under the guidance of the medium, Nefernis's will began to be drawn to the underworld Styx, searching for Mazar's soul there. Not long after the search, her brows furrowed, and she spoke.
"Miss Dorothy... I couldn't find any trace of Mazar's soul in the Phantom River. He had only been dead for two or three days, so he shouldn't have sunk below the realm of no return. His soul didn't enter the Phantom River... Or rather, it did enter, but was summoned out by others before I summoned him..."
Nefernis said this to Dorothy. Dorothy was not surprised at all when she heard Nefernis' words. Instead, she showed a look of astonishment.
"Oh, do you really need to insure your soul as well?"
Dorothy murmured so. She also expected that those guys would make some protections on the soul level. Mazar's soul was probably summoned by their own people in advance, and then sealed directly with means such as the Soul-Binding Coffin to prevent others from having the opportunity to summon the soul. Once they have a chance, they will probably find a way to refine Mazar's soul to prevent future troubles.
However, at this moment, Dorothy believed that Mazar's soul still existed. The dead souls could be expelled, sealed, soul-hidden, devoured, and broken up, but they were extremely difficult to be completely eliminated. This could be seen from the Nether Coffin. When they captured a large number of spirits of the New World and the Wilderness, they could not refine them on the spot, so they could only send them back to the large bases on the continent. It can be seen that the equipment for refining souls is very rare. Even the largest "silent" structure like the Nether Coffin has only a few of them, so other organizations can forget about it. A Nether Coffin hunting team did not have the means to eliminate souls on the spot. They could only detain and bring back Capac who knew their secrets, let alone other organizations.
"Senior Nef, let's change the ceremony now and hold a reverse spiritual ceremony to summon the soul of the wilderness." Dorothy continued to speak to Nefnis. She already had a plan for the current situation.
"Soul, Soulxu? That little ancestor... Miss Dorothy, have you already talked to Elder Uta?" Nephnesse said unexpectedly after listening to Dorothy's words, and Dorothy nodded in response.
"Yes, this morning, I communicated with that kid Kapak and asked him to help me find their elder Uta and ask some questions. Now they are ready to send the spirit away. You just need to receive the spirit."
"Oh... okay, okay..."
After hearing Dorothy's words, Nefernis quickly began to change the ritual and make preparations. After a while, she temporarily removed Mazar's body and changed the necromancy ritual into a reverse necromancy ritual. After everything was ready, Nefernis began a new round of soul rituals.
This ceremony went very smoothly. When Nefernis's ceremony ended, accompanied by the spread of spiritual fluctuations, a small mountain cat gradually emerged from the center of the magic circle. After appearing in the center of the magic circle, it looked around, then walked slowly to Nefernis, wagging its tail, and sat down. It raised its head and looked at Nefernis in front of it with pride.
When Neveu saw it, she immediately reacted and took out an iron coin as a storage of "Silence" from her wallet and placed it respectfully in front of the bobcat spirit. After seeing it, the bobcat spirit nodded with satisfaction, then bent down and began to lick the iron coin.
"The Soul Whisker is a wilderness spirit that can smell the breath of souls. According to Uta, after a person dies, the breath of the soul will remain on the body for a period of time, especially in the bones. After the Soul Whisker has smelled the breath of Mazar, Senior Sister Neve, you can rely on it, and then use the ability of the Soul Whisker to find the seal location of Mazar's soul."
Dorothy spoke as she looked at the spirit cat licking the stored items. Nephnis couldn't help but nodded as she listened to Dorothy's words.
"Relying on Master Soulbeard to sniff out souls... is it the same as Divian in the past? This is easy..."
As Nephthys finished licking, the soul whisker on the other side finally finished licking the spiritual power in the storage. It stretched and yawned, then lightly flew into the air and floated towards Mazar. It first sniffed around Mazar's body, and then drilled around the body, passing through the flesh and blood to smell the bones directly. After sniffing, it slowly floated up again and floated in front of Nephthys. After seeing this, Nephthys also began to rely on it skillfully.
After a while, Neveu successfully relied on Soulbeard's soul. After she opened her eyes again, her pupils showed the vertical pupils of a cat, and her whole temperament became a little colder and more arrogant. Then she sniffed the air gently, and then looked in one direction. Over there, she had smelled traces of the target.
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