Chapter 86 Shadowbinder
Rhaegar refused his embrace and explained: "There was an accident on the way, but it didn't delay the trip."
"What happened to you? This flower seems to be the emblem of our family?"
Sam asked, his eyes darting back and forth over the swamp marigolds.
Rhaegar didn't hide it.
Will decipher the forest witch's notes and search for the swamp marigolds...
Let’s talk about the experiences one by one.
Several people frowned upon hearing this.
Unexpectedly, so many things happened after being apart for more than ten hours.
Thorol stared at the swamp marigolds and questioned: "Prince, the magic has disappeared for many years. Are you sure the spell left by the forest witch will work?"
"Try it, there's no better way, is there?"
Rega walked up the stairs to the attic and said expectantly: "The steps of whispering of the dead are not difficult. It only requires suitable materials. The rest depends on talent."
"If I can't do it, you can try one by one."
The triggering of the spell depends on the mind.
Rhaegar rejected the curse of whispering from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't have much hope that he could succeed in casting it.
"You are right, Prince."
Thorol was speechless and called Barbat to go to the attic together.
Sam naturally followed suit.
The eyes can never be far from the swamp marigolds.
…
In the attic.
Shadowbinder's head was still placed in the center of a circle of candlelight.
Rhaegar stepped over a circle of candles and placed a swamp marigold on top of the head.
Instruct the servant to get some blood from the white dove and paint on the head according to the process in the forest witch's notes.
Then he took out a piece of paper recording the translation of the spell, and a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Thinking that it was to eradicate the shadow monster, he still chanted it.
"Ata la... Gugino..."
Rega's expression remained normal as he read out the strange words, as if he was reciting words from an ordinary book.
However……
The head at his feet showed no response.
"does not work?"
Rhaegar tilted his head, looked back at Sam and the others, and recited again.
This time, Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, united his body and mind, and recited the spell devoutly.
Buzz——
There was a glimmer of light in the swamp marigolds.
At the same time, Rhaegar's reciting voice paused.
For some reason, a rush of heat surged from his limbs, and his body temperature soared.
The fair skin turned red instantly, and wisps of white smoke came out of the body surface.
It's like coming out of a steamer.
call--
A flash of fire flashed, and the paper in Rega's hand was instantly burned, turning into ashes and falling to the ground.
Rega's slightly narrowed eyes immediately widened, and he staggered back two steps.
"My body suddenly feels very hot, as if my blood is boiling?"
He didn't realize what was happening yet.
But the high temperature in his body confirmed that his feeling was correct.
At this time, Sam hesitated and said: "Prince, I once heard my grandmother say that magic is a creation made by selecting people."
"You are of true dragon blood, and your body is filled with blood and fire. It is normal to reject this kind of magic that awakens the dead."
Rega looked at him suspiciously and said seriously: "Are you familiar with the laws of magic?"
"No! I have never been exposed to magic. It's just that the legend of the forest witch has been passed down from generation to generation."
Sam shook his head in denial and said: "The magic of the forest witch is evil, and even our descendants cannot learn it."
"Would you like to try, Lord Sam?"
Rega stared at the other person's face and stepped out of the candle circle.
Magic is a disordered and chaotic combination that has long since disappeared from the world.
He had expected that he would fail, and there was nothing to be disappointed about.
However, Sam's words made him aware of the Lord's certain expectations.
Sam opened his mouth, his face uncertain.
"Old Sam, if you want to do it, give it a try. You have the blood of the forest witch in your body, maybe you can do it!"
Solor pushed him and said in a cold tone.
No one present could see Sam's excitement.
"Okay, then I'll give it a try."
Sam didn't blush when his little thoughts were revealed, and he patted his belly and agreed.
Rhaegar rewrote a translation of the curse, handed it to him and said, "Try it, my lord."
Sam took the translation and looked at it repeatedly.
As a semi-savage noble from Crab Claw Peninsula, Sam's writing skills are very poor.
Rhaegar taught him for a while before letting him memorize the short spell.
Try to get started.
Sam walked into the circle of candles, holding the head and swamp marigolds in one hand and the translation in the other.
The spell was recited from chapped lips.
"Ata la... Gugino..."
His voice was thick and dull, filled with excitement and anticipation, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
Soon, the chanting of the curse was completed.
Still no response.
Sam froze on the spot, his expression indescribably disappointed.
Putting his head back on the ground, he sighed: "Prince, it seems that I have failed too."
"It doesn't matter. Magic has been dormant for many years. It's normal for ordinary people to not be able to learn it."
Rhaegar comforted him and turned to Thorol with a wry smile: "We have to think of other ways."
"Yes, Prince."
Solor nodded, not looking too good.
"The land of shadows...the tide of magic...the dishonest half-savages..."
At this moment, a hoarse, sharp voice suddenly sounded, making people shudder.
Rhaegar turned around quickly and saw the Shadowbinder's head moving.
The originally pale skin glowed with rosy luster, the eyes that were closed were wide open, and he was mumbling to himself with a grin on his face.
The swamp marigolds, on the other hand, have lost their original color and their petals have withered and fallen.
In the end, only the rhizome was left inserted into the Tianling Cap of the head to maintain the vitality of the head.
Sam, who was closest, was frightened and turned pale. He took a few steps back in panic and almost fell to the ground.
Babat was the timidest, trembling and unable to speak.
"Lord Sam, you succeeded!"
Rhaegar silently took a step back and hid behind Thorol.
Who knows what a talking head is capable of?
He's had enough of this weird shit.
I don't want to be contaminated at all.
Sam stared at Shadowbinder's resurrected head and slapped himself hard twice, as if to confirm whether it was true or false.
Then he moved away from the head and said anxiously: "Prince, is this head really...resurrected by me?"
He couldn't believe it himself.
A few spells recited casually can complete the lost magic.
"Who knows, maybe you have a talent for magic."
Rega avoided his sight and gave instructions: "The Shadowbinder's head has memories of his life. Go and ask the shadow monster how to deal with it."
Sam nodded tremblingly, walked to the edge of the candle circle, and stumbled: "Tell me your origin, why did the corpse become a murderous curse?"
The head was chattering, the mouth was chattering, and the eyes were staring at the ceiling blankly, as if reminiscing.
After a while, he murmured inaudibly: "The tide of magic is surging, depleted or vigorous..."
"How did the curse come about, and how to eliminate it!?" Sam came closer and asked emphatically.
"I am a servant of the Lord of Light. The priest predicted the waves of the magic tide and sent his best son of shadow to sail away to observe the changes in the world..."
"Let's talk about the key point, how to induce the curse and how to solve the curse!" Sam got a little anxious and kicked his head.
Rega and the others watched this scene and couldn't help but feel a chill in their spines.
The head talking is scary enough.
Questioning the head is even more terrifying.
Thanks to Ah Fat for the 100 reading points.
Thanks to a digital book friend for the 100-point reward.
