Possessing a single soul power but not being able to use it, anyone else might vomit a few liters of blood in depression, but Celent didn't feel anything special. His mentality did not make a trace of waves because of this, originally the soul divine power was just borrowed from his body to inhabit, for this kind of power that did not belong to him, if he used it rashly, it might bring some side effects.

As a devout Divine Cultist, Celent instinctively had a hint of wariness against the God of Souls, even if the previous "cooperation" had been quite pleasant.

What's more, there is a knot in Serente's heart, that is, the soul blade that has been reforged and fused with the sheepskin scroll is regarded by him as the incarnation of Bishop Fren, and it is an incredible thing for him to use Bishop Fren's incarnation to fight with others, in the eyes of the respected Serent.

He would rather let the Soul Blade just sit away from the hustle and bustle of the world until one day he can find a way for Bishop Flon to reappear. Until then, let Bishop Fren's soul dwell in the Soul Blade.

Near the distant Ingnir laboratory, a figure who had arrived from the imperial capital suddenly stopped in the air. The saber under his side vibrated with a buzzing sound.

"This feeling is...... Could it be that the Soul Blade has been restored?" Feeling the feeling of eagerness to try after encountering an old opponent passed by the sword, the figure set his eyes in the direction of his original target, Wickeborg, from there, he sensed the long roar emitted by the recasting of the Soul Blade, "Could it be that the Soul Chapter reappeared on the continent in order to restore the Soul Blade that was shattered by you?"

The saber whispered a few times, and suddenly pulled out of the scabbard under his side, as if he couldn't wait to fly in the direction of Wickburg.

The figure gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, stopping the attempt to unsheath the sword, and comforted softly, "Old man, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while." We'll have to entertain our old friends first. ”

After saying that, the figure turned to the nearby Ingneil Lab again, and shouted into the void: "Old friend, since you are already here, why hide, this is not your style. ”

The rays of the rising sun pierced the thick clouds in the col where the Ingneil laboratory was located, and the col covered in heavy snow was shining golden in the sun. As soon as the voice of the figure from afar fell, the echo was still echoing in the col, and a chuckle like a silver bell sounded, although the voice was pleasant, but the content was not very polite: "Opiras, it's not simple~ It seems that you haven't lived your age to your guide dog all these years!"

The corners of Ophelas's mouth twitched a few times, after all these years, this woman's mouth was still so vicious. But he was not at all angered by Bi Xiute's words, but said to the void in front of him with a smile: "Hehe, this is all thanks to you! Bi Xiute, my old friend, you have always been good after so many years?"

The air not far in front of him suddenly distorted, and a woman in a turquoise robe with long, silver-purple hair appeared out of thin air. This woman looks like she has a good figure and charm, but the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes still show the merciless erosion of time on her.

"Barely make do. It's definitely not as good as you living in the bustling imperial capital. Bi Xiute played with a fist-sized metal ball in his hand, and teased absentmindedly, "What kind of wind blew the famous Lost Sword Saint to this place where birds don't, isn't it good to be your patron saint in the imperial capital?"

"I think you know better than I do. Ophelas glanced at the metal ball in Bishut's hand, looked at the goddess of magic carefully, and exclaimed in a digressive manner, "Bishut, you are old. ”

"How funny! Are you young?" Bishut retorted unceremoniously, indeed from the face of the face, Ophelas was a middle-aged man, who looked to be many years older than Bischut.

"I didn't mean that. Ophelas waved his hand, he knew that Bishut's sensitive heart was stimulated by him, and he thought that he was going to challenge her for the position of the first person on the continent again.

"That's why I said you're not young anymore, where is the young and vigorous guy who clamored to compete with me? It seems that the drunken life in the imperial capital has also consumed your ambitions, I just don't know if your strength has regressed a lot compared to the beginning?" Bi Xiute said provocatively.

Just before she could freshen up, she was hurriedly called here by the sound ball in her hand, which made her liver extremely hot. If it weren't for that man's plan, she wouldn't have paid any attention to the message of the Broken Sound Ball.

"So you've made up your mind to stop me?" Ophelas's temper was obviously not very good, and it was just a superficial politeness.

"Stop you, I don't have that kind of leisure. But—" Bischut said, gesturing to the Ingneil lab behind him, "I've covered the back area, and as long as you don't set foot there, we'll be fine." Of course, I prefer that you don't become a shrunken turtle, so that I can see if you have grown over the years. ”

"Why do you have to cover Augusta's laboratory? Could it be that you can't make a deal in private?" looked at Bishut's expression of leap and leap, Ophelas became suspicious. If his guess is true, it won't be a good thing for him and the Empire.

"Just him?" said Bishut with a disdainful smile, "I didn't settle accounts with him, he should have been glad to kiss the toes of the god of machines." ”

Judging by Bischut's tone, she didn't have much of an interest in the Bavarian Grand Duke. Seeing Bischut's performance, Ophelas suddenly felt that the rumors he had received from an extremely secret source might be true, and that this extremely protective witch had a deep relationship with Augusta because of one of her favorite disciples.

Judging from Bishut's arrogant character who usually knocks on the door when she doesn't like it, there must have been a fierce battle between her and Augusta, and as for the result, now that Augusta has suddenly disappeared from the mainland, it is very telling.

But why did the witch, who had not been concerned about the world for a long time, jump out to prevent him from entering the Ingniel laboratory?

"Then can we have a discussion—" Seeing Bischut's attitude, Ophelas felt that they still had room for bargaining in this matter.

"No negotiable!" Bi Xiut interrupted Ophelas's words impatiently, looking at the entire continent, this witch was the only one who dared to speak to the Lost Sword Saint like this.