Chương 72: Do you know Vlamé?

"How come equipment dropped here?"

Xia En was quite surprised to see the pile of junk on the ground.

In the past, every time a monster was killed, its corpse would turn into magical particles and disappear without leaving anything behind.

This time, however, the Gargoyle actually dropped equipment!

The dense text information instantly filled Xia En's field of vision; many of these tattered items had [entries] on them.

Wait, he seems to have spotted a blue entry as well!?

At the same time, Frilian fell from the sky and landed next to Shane.

She looked at the things scattered all over the ground, somewhat surprised.

"These are probably left behind by the adventurers it devoured in the past. Gargoyles are monsters, but they are essentially stone statues, like clay pots. They can store things that they can't digest, but to store so many... this is the first time I've ever seen one."

Upon hearing Frillie's explanation, Shane nodded.

Isn't this similar to a treasure chest?

If that's the case, then we'll definitely kill any gargoyles we encounter in the future!

You might just get a bunch of equipment!

He was excited. He looked around and saw that there wasn't one left. Was this the only one?

Behind Shane and Frilian, Philon's face was a little pale. The more things they stored, the more adventurers they would probably devour. She glanced at the mottled and broken statue of the "Goddess" and felt a little sad for no reason.

Frillie squatted on the ground, picking and choosing.

Xia En shoved all the items she had picked out into her backpack.

The two moved with such perfect coordination that it left Philon speechless...

"Wow, there's a magic book."

Frillie's tone betrayed her excitement.

Shaun glanced at the information in the book: [A magic trick to prevent urine from dripping onto your pants]...

What the hell?!

"【A magic spell that prevents pee from dripping onto your pants】, hmm, the name of this spell is strange. Why would pee drip onto your pants?" Frillian stroked her chin, lost in thought.

Philon also attracted attention.

When she saw the name of the magic book clearly, her expression instantly became extremely interesting.

"Lady Frillien, this isn't proper magic, you should throw it away!"

"?"

"Throw it away!"

"..."

Ultimately, under Philon's serious insistence, in exchange for being able to sleep in until she naturally woke up for the next three months, Frilian was forced to voluntarily give up the magic book.

(≡ᆺ≡) Xia En watched as Philon packed the grimoire into his backpack, his gaze deep and unsettling.

Well, how should I put it?

As magicians probably know, grimoires often "disappear"...

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the next day.

As expected, Philon did not wake Frillie.

Xia En didn't get up until noon.

It wasn't that he wanted to sleep in, but rather that he was quite mentally exhausted when he was extracting the entries.

Last night, he found a broken flute in that pile of junk and extracted a blue entry: [Charm].

[Charm (Blue Excellent)]: You can bewitch the target, causing them to lower their guard and accept your commands. The duration of the effect depends on the target's mental resistance.

Ok.

It's a good term related to control.

Enchantments on longswords only take effect upon hitting a target, which is a limitation. The [Charm] enchantment, however, has no such restriction, allowing for surprise attacks in combat.

Although the duration is not specified, as long as you connect the longsword's control chain after successfully controlling the target, it's a combo that will keep you controlled until you die.

With the added mobility and armor-piercing capabilities of the Dual Blades style, Shane is now practically a killing machine.

No matter what kind of enemy it is, one touch and they're dead.

"Mr. Shane, did you see that magic book from yesterday?"

Philon frowned, rummaging through the backpack inside and out. She was sure she had put it away properly, so how could it suddenly be gone?

Xia En touched his nose.

"I didn't see it."

"Um?"

Philon glanced at Shane with a suspicious look, carefully observing Shane's expression.

"You didn't take it, did you...?"

"How could that be? I'm not a magician, what would I need a magic book for?"

"Really not?"

"certainly."

At the same time, Shane cast [Charm] on Philon.

He blinked, deliberately lowered his voice, and spoke in a deep, magnetic tone: "Philan, you have to believe me."

Philon paused for a moment, then asked with some concern, "Mr. Shane, is your throat sore? Did you catch a cold?"

"..."

Xia En was speechless.

It doesn't seem to be working.

A moment later, he suddenly realized that he had dared to use this skill on Philen, who was a mage! Philen's mental strength was definitely stronger than his! How could it possibly work!

Xia En sighed.

I was happy for nothing.

It turns out to be a useless entry...

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After Frillie woke up from her hunger, the three of them quickly tidied up and continued on their way.

Recently, the weather has started to fluctuate between hot and cold.

"After all, it's autumn."

Philen unfolded her handkerchief, inside which were some freshly picked raspberries.

The fruits were ripe; with the slightest pressure, bright red juice would be squeezed out. She knelt on a rock by the stream, carefully washing them.

Not far from the shore, Frilian was leaning against a large tree, flipping through the book "Volatti's Notebook".

After thinking for a moment, Shane asked, "Frilian, do you know anything about Vlamé?"

Why do you ask that?

"Volateau's journal mentions 'the study of the soul,' right?"

Upon hearing this, Frillie put down her book, looked up at Shane, and gestured for him to continue.

"Do you remember the mine where we first met? Those resentful ghosts... I fainted in Ciel's residence and was pulled into a chaotic hallucination where I saw Ciel's insane experiments. Those mine ghosts were the failed products of those experiments..."

Xia En tried his best to express himself.

He couldn't tell Frilian that he came from another world, but he had to tell her that Ciel had conducted some kind of dangerous "soul experiment."

Volame's journal mentions "our study of the soul"...

Vlamé was studying the soul.

Why?

With whom did she study the soul?

Who does "we" refer to...?

It's important to know that Vlame was a legend from the unified empire era, and she was the one who created the "Court Magicians." So what about the "Court Sages"? Are they also related to her?

"Do you think Vlame is related to the mad sage Charles?" Frilian's tone was very calm.

"It's just a guess."

Frillie stroked the cover of the book in her hand, feeling its textured surface. She lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and continued, "I don't think the teacher would do such a thing."

"Do you... have any evidence? Are you sure?"

Upon hearing Shane's question, Frillie opened her mouth, then fell silent.

indeed.

She didn't.