“…… Something that could have caused me to be left behind, not to participate in the ceremony, to go smoothly with my dedication, that we didn't notice, special items or **? ”

Bofis reluctantly, diligently, repeated Citalopram's words.

This long and complicated sentence is too difficult for a ghost who is only a thousand years old.

After all, citalopram doesn't know Elfish.

The two of them were able to have a conversation only because Citalopram, as a half-dead daughter, was able to talk to all the spirits. But this dialogue itself is still very reluctant......

As a speaker of the language of later generations, Citalopram could basically understand what Pophis was saying; And Bofit's listening to Citalopram is basically equivalent to hanging up artificial intelligence translation software for simultaneous interpretation.

Citalopram was repeated twice, and Bofis finally understood what citalopram meant.

Bofis tilted her head and fell into deep thought: "What must be said......"

"Really?"

Seeing that Bofis was lost in thought, Citalopram asked with some surprise.

She just asked tentatively according to the instructions of the four dark carvings.

It turns out that something seems to be tested in the first sentence?

"Maybe there ......"

Bofis bit her thumb and thought wryly, "I don't remember very well...... Come with me. ”

"Oh yes, Bofit."

Citalopram struck while the iron was hot: "I'm here to collect a spell material called 'Frostwhisperer's Eternal Frozen Blood'. Do you know where it is? ”

"Do you have any friends who want to advance to the Frost Whisperer?"

Bofis was a little surprised: "That's to have the elemental affinity of the Frost Realm?" ”

"He should be fine."

Citalopram replied uncertainly: "He is the heir of the Duchy of Winter......"

"Stop, stop! Don't say it's the Duchy of Winter, I don't even know the Kingdom of Winter......"

Bofis said helplessly: "What I know about the outside world now is the small talk of the little wizards who came here......"

"Do you know the old grandmother?"

“…… Cold-blooded lady, I'm sure I know. ”

"My mother even used to collect a portrait of an old grandmother. I also saw that painting when I was a kid. The grandmother in the painting is moving, can talk and roar. This kind of dynamic painting, in our time, only Yaon can paint...... Can you do that now? ”

“…… No, at least I haven't seen it. ”

Citalopram was silent for a moment before replying "no" against his will.

She almost said, "Yes, I see it every day, but we generally call this kind of moving painting a gif stupid hanging picture".

"Hmmm......"

Bofis looked at Citalopram with some suspicion, obviously seeing Citalopram's vacillation and hesitation, but she wisely bypassed the topic and continued: "Later, my mother sold the painting to a dragon in order to store the holy bones...... In exchange for forty copies of active dragon blood. ”

"What are the Holy Bones?"

Citalopram suddenly heard a term he had never heard before, or even seen on a forum.

And under the prompting of Dove and the Four Dark Carvings, the number of players watching her live broadcast suddenly skyrocketed.

Like the old man in the monitoring room, Annan, who had several windows lined up in front of him, also focused his attention.

- He'd never heard the word before.

Sounds a bit like a relic or something......

"It's normal that you haven't heard of this, and I've only heard it once or twice."

Bofi replied without hesitation.

She glanced at Citalopram, thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know anything about the Sages of your time?" ”

“…… No, not at all. ”

Citalopram shook his head.

Bofis had a bitter face: "Do you want to start from the beginning...... You know how spellbinding works, right? ”

I should have known...... Or should I not know?

“…… Ah, roughly know. ”

Citaloprane paused for a moment and replied in a low voice.

Bofis breathed a sigh of relief and then explained, "Generally speaking, the Sages are the great sages who have made their spells open to everyone. Because of the sheer number of Secret Keepers, their souls are hardly eroded.

"But not all those who openly curse can become saints...... Because many people do not have great willpower and good character to make their spells public. More often than not, because they are insignificant, or even because their spells are difficult to exploit.

"If you want to become a saint, you must first reach the position of 'dyeing' and complete the dyeing of your soul. After that, they will perform the Pact of the Sage, incorporating the holy bones into their bodies.

"For every tenfold increase in the number of Keepers of the Secret, the increase in Erosion during nightmares, or when using forbidden powers, decreases by half; And because of the power of the oath to protect themselves, they will also increase their resistance to curses from rituals, and the transcendents born based on the power of the curse will have a hard time causing damage to the saints.

"In this technology, the Holy Bones themselves will also provide the Holy Ones with great power—the power that the Holy Beings of the previous generations stored in the Holy Bones."

“…… Sounds strong. ”

Citalopram was a little tempted.

It's kind of like ...... Magic Mark?

But Bofis shook her head: "It is indeed very strong, but the holy bones are very rare. In our time, there were only six bones...... And the bones don't identify with everyone.

"If the Sage deviates from the Sage's Pact, the power gained from the Holy Bones will be lost. And if the Holy One had followed the Holy Covenant, they would have ...... Gradually feared. ”

“…… Why? ”

Citalopram was a little surprised by this statement.

If the Sages are the strongest transcendent beings who expose their weaknesses to the public and walk on the earth in order to purify their nightmares...... People should love them more than they should fear them.

Bofis sighed and explained, "The theme of the Holy Bones will not change, but in order to be approved by the Holy Bones, it is necessary to make a holy deed that can convince the Holy Bones. You can understand it as...... The Holy Bone is a kind of 'inheritable' deity.

"The original bones were left behind after the death of a sage who voluntarily forfeited the ritual of ascension and made his spell public after his truth had been thoroughly perfected. The Holy Bone is the crystallization of the Book of Souls and Truth. And the subsequent holy bones are just the sages of later generations, repeating this kind of sage thing.

Therefore, the concept held by the holy bones themselves cannot be completely positive. The Holy Pact was created to restrain this curse, and the highest level of the curse ...... the ultimate form of the power of the 'oath'.

"At the end of the ascension ceremony, the gods will also make a holy covenant. But the deed they usually only tell to their own pope, and it is passed down from pope to generation. But the saints will make their holy deeds public...... But no matter how beloved a saint is, there will always be opponents.

"For example, there was a sage in our day whose holy bones were based on the theme of 'mercy'. And he himself is indeed a good man...... It can even be said that it is a bad good person. Even if it is an enemy, he will forgive it and try to save it; He would rather suffer himself than save others from hell...... He crossed the living desert to reach the empire with the aim of helping more people. ”

"Sounds like a great guy."

Citalopram said.

She added in her heart: "I always feel that there will be apprentices around me." ”

"But the covenant he made was, 'I swear never to kill anyone.'" And he ended up being provoked by a very excessive wicked man...... The moment he moved to kill, the holy bones abandoned him. ”

…… It sounds like the verdict of this holy skeleton is a bit silly.

Or is this benevolent sage to blame for being too strict in his covenant?

Citalopram frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

She was silent for a while, then asked, "So, the holy bones here ......?"

“…… Do you remember what I just said, the source of the first holy bones? ”

Miss Bofis asked rhetorically.

Citalopram's heart moved, and he was taken aback: "No......"

Bofis nodded, and admitted it neatly.

"What my mother got back then was the first holy bone in history.

"—its attribute is, 'justice.'"