At this point, Richard's pupils narrowed again, and coupled with his tattered suit, he looked like a colorful venomous snake.
He gracefully strode around Yun Wei, then leaned closer and exclaimed, "Little fellow, you're quite the actor. You look so innocent and harmless... If you hadn't admitted it, who would have guessed you were actually a terrifying necromancer?"
Yun Wei silently took a half step back, but then mocked, "You've been fooled by that Abyss Apostle again, Richard. He couldn't possibly have a necromancer's holy book."
He paused, and only after the other party, as he expected, uttered a puzzled "Oh?" did he slowly say, "Because... 'The Dead's Tale' is in my hands."
After a moment's thought, Yun Wei decided to be honest with Richard about this.
On one hand, Isaac has reaffirmed his oath with Dragon Island to protect the Dimensional Continent, and Dragon Island is their ally in the fight against the Abyss. If "The Dead Man's Tale" can successfully help Richard awaken Lorenz, then half of the oath will be complete.
On the other hand, he had already memorized the contents of "The Dead Man's Tale" perfectly, and the magic book was merely a medium for recording spells, so he could lend it out without hesitation.
Previously, because of Al, he was worried that Isaac would overthink things, so he had kept the existence of "The Dead's Tale" a secret from him.
The whole thing is too complicated to explain, and it involves a series of mysteries such as the drop in realm and time travel, so he has always regarded it as a tacit understanding between the two of them—when the time is right, the truth will naturally come out.
As a result, yesterday Isaac not only ran into Al, but Al also provoked Isaac.
He was uneasy, but so much had happened yesterday, and he had been wanting to explain to Isaac, but hadn't found the right opportunity.
And then, things turned out like this. Isaac's fate is unknown, and even if he wanted to explain, he was powerless to do so.
Yun Wei's eyes dimmed, and his mood plummeted once more, filled with a mix of regret and remorse. But now was not the time to let his emotions fester. He sniffed, took out "The Dead Man's Tale" from his spatial storage, and handed it to Richard.
This is a thick, exquisite magic book. On its intricately patterned cover, only the book's name is written in flowing, round characters. Even the brilliant sunset cannot conceal the faint glow emanating from it.
Richard initially thought Yun Wei was joking and didn't take it seriously. But to his surprise, the Necronomicon he had been dreaming of actually appeared before him.
Immediately, the carefree smile on his face vanished, and he took the document with a serious expression, quickly flipping through it.
Yun Wei assumed the other party would take some time or simply borrow him, and at that moment he only wanted to look after Isaac. Unexpectedly, Richard called out to him as soon as he turned around.
“Claude.”
The other person's tone was more serious than ever before.
You should know that Richard always called him "little guy" in a very flippant way, just like the other party called Xie Mulang "brat".
This was almost the first time the other person had called him so seriously and earnestly.
Yun Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head, only to see that Richard had already flipped to the last few pages of the book that recorded the forbidden spell. At that moment, the silver dragon was frowning, and laid out in front of him was the forbidden spell that Yun Wei had used to revive Al:
With eternal remembrance.
“No.” Richard shook his head, then turned the book upside down 180 degrees and showed it to Yun Wei. “Although this forbidden spell is complex, it cannot bring the dead back to life.”
"How could that be?" Yun Wei was very surprised to hear this. "I was the one who resurrected Al using this spell."
At this moment, one of the greatest secrets that had been difficult to utter and buried deep in his heart was revealed, but Yun Wei had no time to pay attention to it.
Since Isaac fell into a coma, the only thing that kept him from collapsing was this forbidden spell that could bring the dead back to life—
Even if Isaac dies from his injuries, he can revive him using this forbidden spell; it will only result in a drop in his cultivation level, which he doesn't care about.
But at this moment, the words that the silver dragon uttered seemed to pronounce his death sentence.
Yun Wei's body was swaying precariously. He felt his thighs shaking uncontrollably, and he was about to lose his balance.
“No, you must be mistaken. Come with me, little one.” Richard walked to the oak tree not far from the haystack, where a bird’s nest had recently been overturned.
A black bird fell from its nest, seemingly breaking its neck; its body was already stiff. Its mate, however, remained by its side, barely breathing.
Yun Wei glanced at it from a distance and thought it might be a crow or a myna bird.
He forced himself to stay upright, clinging to the last vestiges of hope in his heart, and walked to Richard's side.
As expected of a magic dragon, the opponent had mastered the magic runes of necromancy in just a few minutes. At this moment, he was reciting obscure and lengthy incantations in front of the spells recorded in "The Words of the Dead".
As the gray-white magic circle formed at the tip of the silver dragon's finger, a chilling white light enveloped the pitiful black bird with its broken neck.
Under the power of the forbidden spell, it was gradually lifted up by an invisible force, and its dislocated neck was restored to its original state.
A pair of indigo eyes suddenly opened, but they lacked some of their lively vitality. A few tears of blood seeped from behind the eyes, staining the dark eyelashes crimson.
As the white light disappeared, the spell was complete.
Although the birds that "came back to life" were lifelike, they were still not truly alive.
Even if the flesh and blood are restored to their original state, it has no heartbeat or breath, no warmth or breath belonging to the living.
Even though it looked just like a living bird, the two knew that this alone could not be called a resurrection.
The mate beside it straightened up, curiously pecked its chest, then lay back down and closed its eyes.
"See? This spell is incredibly close to bringing the dead back to life, but its magic circuit is incomplete... It's like an empty altar that requires some kind of offering."
Richard returned "The Dead Man's Tale" to Yun Wei. He hadn't used the forbidden spell so seriously in a long time, and he was somewhat exhausted.
Yun Wei trembled as he accepted the heavy sacred text and began to peruse it again.
After nearly half a month of intensive study of magic theory, his understanding of magic is no longer as superficial as it was two months ago.
He patiently re-simulated the nodes along the magic runes in his mind and found that it was indeed as the other party had said.
This forbidden spell alone cannot revive the dead.
"So, when I resurrected Al..." Yun Wei's lips trembled, and the belief that supported him was slowly collapsing.
Richard calmly analyzed, "Although I want to comfort you, magic is such a precise art that it does not allow for any luck or randomness. Perhaps it was the location at the time, perhaps the other person's bloodline was special, or perhaps they just happened to use some medium or prop... In short, to bring someone back to life, you cannot rely solely on this spell."
“Claude, it’s getting late, I have to go. I’m sorry, little guy…” Richard looked at Yun Wei with pity, sighed, and said in a deep voice, “In any case, I owe you a favor.”
At this moment, any words seem pale and powerless.
The man and woman in the distance seemed to have received the message from Dragon Island again and anxiously urged each other on once more.
Richard made a reassuring gesture, then turned to bid farewell to Yun Wei, "Dragon Island is currently in dire straits, and now that I think about it, there must be traces of the Abyss within it. I will do my best to protect Dragon Island, and I also hope that Isaac can turn the tide and escape danger."
"Well, thank you for your kind words, and I wish you success in repelling the Naga's attack." Yun Wei forced an awkward smile, waved to Richard, and said goodbye, "If all goes well, I will travel to Azure City early next year, and when I pass by Dragon Island..."
Upon hearing this, Richard looked earnestly at the frail mage and solemnly promised, "You are welcome to visit Dragon Island anytime."
Yun Wei implicitly agreed that Richard would definitely protect Dragon Island.
Richard also tacitly agreed that Yunwei would definitely make good progress.
This is the awkward understanding that comes from two people who were initially very uncomfortable with each other, after they reconciled. Behind the awkwardness lies a sincere friendship forged in adversity.
...
With his back to the setting sun, Yun Wei watched the three giant dragons gradually disappear into the distance.
He carefully put away "The Dead Man's Tale," then knelt down once more before the dying Isaac, taking in the man's strong, cold hand.
The hard calluses at the base of the other person's fingers brushed against his fingertips, making him unable to resist rubbing them repeatedly.
“How can I save you, Isaac?” he murmured to himself.
Scenes from when he first met the other person flashed through his mind, each one precious to him.
He loved everything about Isaac, but he was particularly drawn to Isaac's resolute brows and focused expression, which were bright, dazzling, gentle, and handsome.
Just like the sky full of dazzling stars after the disaster in the previous life.
But now that he is in the Zhuyuan Continent, whenever the stars are mentioned, Yun Wei cannot help but think of Alhe.
He suddenly remembered that a thousand years ago, this sorcerer, whose surname was Xingchen, had left him a divine decree.
Even though his mental strength was severely damaged and his memories and thoughts were in complete disarray, Yun Wei still tried his best to recall every word that Dean Victor had repeated on his behalf.
Just as the sun completely disappeared below the horizon, the utterly disheveled mage finally spoke.
The memories from that time became blurred as my mental strength was damaged, like looking through a faint mist. Even if I tried hard to recall, all I could remember were fragments of words at the end:
"I am magic itself."
His voice was deep and hoarse, yet it seemed to be reciting a proverb that could freeze billions of time and space, hazy and mysterious, full of charm.
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