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Luside looked at the book in his hand, but didn't open it right away. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you want me to read it?"

Lyle smiled and said, "Anyway, you can roughly guess it. What kind of book can I lock in the cabinet and interest Roman?"

Luside lowered his eyes, looked at the book for a few seconds, and then opened it.

Most of the book is about how to use forbidden materials to make potions, and reading to the end is the most important chapter.

The whole article is theory, but even the content of the theory is very interesting.

After roughly reading the contents of those few pages, Luside closed the book.

Lyle shrugged and said: "I did care about it before, but humans can't use the power of the undead, so I didn't think about this book again."

Luside smiled and said, "You clearly know that the skull can collect that kind of power."

"But the source of that power is other undead." Lyle frowned slightly. "If you use that kind of thing to collect power, what is the difference from massacre?"

He didn't know the rules of the undead world, and he didn't know where the undead would end up there.

Maybe souls really have reincarnation, or maybe all souls will eventually turn into weapons of necromancers—but no matter what, using the souls of those people to do what you want is nothing to do with killing for Lyle different.

Luside smiled and said, "I knew you would think so."

Lyle gave him a puzzled look.

Luside put the book back and said, "Lyle, do you know how Black and the others used undead magic?"

Lyle froze, shaking his head.

Blake and the others are all human beings, but they have never seen any skulls in their hands, so how do they use undead magic?I didn't think about this kind of problem before, and now Lyle is indeed a little confused.

"Black and the others are all human beings, so they can't freely use the power of other undead, which is why Roman and the others must hold the skull." Luside turned and sat down against the cabinet.

Lyle hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to him.

Luside said: "It can be said that simple human beings have almost no way to use undead magic, so the mainland once 'banned' the use of undead magic. However, the 'prohibition of undead magic' is not just what people understand to cover up people's magic. There is a defect in its power, and its prohibition has a certain reason."

Lyle was taken aback and asked, "...why?"

Luside glanced at him, and there seemed to be some hesitation in his eyes.But finally he said: "The souls around human beings, except the souls in another world and the souls imprisoned in the bodies of the people around them that they cannot touch - and themselves."

Lyle froze.

"Black's undead magic... comes from their own souls."

Lyle opened his eyes wide, showing a look of astonishment.

Luside looked at him with a complicated expression, and said: "We will never be able to touch the souls imprisoned in other people's bodies, so if we want to use undead magic, we can only turn our own souls into mana. But using If you lose a little, you will lose a little soul, which is why the soul magicians in the kingdom always end up with bad luck. Many of them will die because of excessive soul consumption, and some will become distorted because of the lack of soul , and finally hurt other people or turned to the necromancer."

Lyle had never heard of such a statement, and was a little stunned for a while, and murmured: "...how...it's possible..."

Lucid covered his hand that was on the ground.

Lyle said in a shy voice, "Then... when Mr. Black gave us soul healing..."

"It's also his soul that's consumed," Luside said after a pause. "If people in the entire continent know about this, many people will definitely take a temporary risk in order to become stronger. Once everyone starts to Consume your own soul, then the kingdom is not far from destruction. So at the beginning, undead magic was banned before everyone realized it. But soul magicians will be told this before they enter the palace. They know they fight What you consume is your own soul, and you have made all the preparations."

Lyle looked at Luside blankly, and opened his mouth to say something.

Luside whispered: "Lyle, I'm telling you this, not to let you know that there are other ways to study soul potions. No matter what, the one who uses undead magic is either other people or yourself. So even if you know there are other ways to go, don't go."

"I don't want you to become like Lynch." After a pause, he looked at Lyle and whispered, "I just want you to know that even if you have to make soul potions, I would rather you use my soul , not with your own soul."

When he woke up the next day, the person who was sleeping next to him had left at some point.

Lyle got up and leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, still digesting what Luside told him yesterday.

He never thought that the truth of the soul magician would be like this.

Consume your own soul?

The soul magic power used to treat him and Luside was also consuming the soul magician's own soul?

... Even though he knew that they were all voluntary and made up their minds, Lyle still couldn't accept it.

Thinking of what Luside said last night, his mood became complicated again.

After getting up and entering the palace, Lyall subconsciously wanted to find Blake, but when he found him, he found that Medea and Piccolo were also there.

The three greeted him when they saw him, and Black asked, "What can I do for you?"

Lyle looked at him, and finally swallowed the words back to his stomach.

What can be said?

Even if he wants to use his own soul to heal another person who has nothing to do with him, it is something that can be expected when he first entered the Soul Mage Corps.Black had never complained, so why should he bring it up.

So he put his future intentions behind him, Lyle shook his head, and said with a smile: "...It's okay, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Wait, Olanya." Medea stopped him.

Lyle was a little puzzled, and Medea hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Olanya, although you haven't formally joined the Royal Potionists, we need your help now."

Lyle frowned, "What's wrong?"

Piccolo said melancholy: "His Majesty Messo's health is deteriorating, ordinary doctors can no longer do anything, the only thing needed now is soul healing and healing potions.

Lyle could almost understand what they meant, but he was still a little surprised: "What's going on with His Majesty's body?"

The three looked at each other, and finally Black said: "One night three years ago, Your Majesty's illness suddenly broke out. The doctor was helpless, and all the healing potions were used. Although it did work, it didn't have much effect. In order to Just in case, I also checked the body for His Majesty, and finally confirmed that the injury was caused by soul magic. It should be cured soon, but I don't know why His Majesty's body has not improved, and no amount of treatment can Play any role. After you disappeared, His Majesty even..."

Lyle was stunned for a moment, and then an idea flashed through his mind.

His fingertips trembled slightly, but his voice tried to remain calm: "Mr. Black, what do you mean..."

Piccolo hesitated to speak.

Medea sighed, and said, "There is only one possibility for this situation. At the beginning, someone was using undead magic to influence His Majesty. Only His Highness Haixiu can do this."

Lyle froze.

"Haixiu is now locked in the dungeon, but the long-term undead magic has overwhelmed His Majesty's body. Now we can only use the most powerful healing potion and soul healing to make His Majesty's body better." Black said .

Lyle murmured, "Haishiu wouldn't do such a thing..."

Medea patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "The most important thing now is not this matter, but His Majesty's body. The top-level potion requires the cooperation of many potion masters, and of course yours is indispensable." Power, so, Olanya—”

Lyle raised his head, met Medea's eyes, and nodded with his lips pressed together.