Chapter 178 The cellar under the house

As a shadow spirit, Yelena has a history of dealing with souls. Shadow weavers, shadow dancers, and even the soul dealers on the banks of the Styx are all members of the strange race of shadow spirits. They use souls as sacrifices, as fuel, and as currency. This is not considered at all. What's going on?

So of course she hoped that Ron and others would not have any objections to this - even if this coin might come from a devil.

"The soul inside is that of a human blacksmith." Yelena used some special techniques to roughly read the memory of the soul inside without damaging the soul coin. "His wife is a wizard, even though she has never done anything harmful. - at least that's what her husband thought - but he was still persecuted by the church in his hometown because of it. As an ordinary person, he could do nothing about it and could only watch his wife being burned to death on the gallows. "

"He raised their son alone, but he discovered that their child also inherited the blood of his mother. As he grew up, this matter could no longer be hidden, and the church once again came to the door. ”

"Which church is this?" Victoria frowned, "If it is true as this blacksmith said, it is not moral for them to do such a thing!"

"So? Are you going to reverse his case?" Yelena glanced at her, "I don't know how many years ago this soul was, and I don't know where it came from."

"In addition, it was the priests of Heim who persecuted their family - they believed that wizards who did not believe in the true gods were not worthy of trust, and leaving them alone would be irresponsible to other residents."

"..." The priest of Heim was silent, but everyone could see that she was so unwilling in her eyes.

"The blacksmith who is involved must be even more unable to accept this fact," Yelena shrugged, "but he is just an ordinary person, how can he compete with the priests of Zhengshen and other villagers?"

"The only one who can save him and his son is probably the devil."

"So, who lent him the power? It couldn't be your sect master, right?"

"The soul coin is a currency in circulation. There is no certain connection between whose hand it appears and who made it," Yelena said. "The ones who helped him were Zariel, the most famous fallen angel, and Avernus. The ruler and the Grand Duchess.”

"I guess so," muttered Exuri, "that kind of war freak wouldn't miss something like this."

"But why was he made into a soul coin?" Ron asked curiously, "Generally speaking, aren't only those who violate the contract treated like this?"

"Of course," Yelena replied affirmatively, "this blacksmith has violated the contract."

"Zariel agrees to help him defeat the priests of Helm, but in exchange for taking away the blacksmith's most precious possession - I think you can all guess what it is."

"His son, of course. This is the devil." Sera rolled her eyes, even she could guess what the price would be.

Of course the blacksmith would not put the cart before the horse, so he could only exchange for his son's freedom with another precious thing - his own life and soul.

"As for why this soul coin ended up here, I have no idea."

"Can't you get the answer by asking the soul inside?"

"Unfortunately, no," Yelena spread her hands. "You can question the soul inside, but he can only answer you what he knew during his lifetime. Even if I have some tricks that can bypass the three-time use limit, it cannot violate the Its basic rules.”

"If you want to know more, you can only search in the ruins where this mimic has been."

Green Marsh Town was once a town anyway, and even if it was reduced to ruins it was still very big. Fortunately, the memory of the Mimic was pretty good. When Sera carried it out of the cave, it quickly designated a location, and the rest of the group immediately started cleaning up around that location.

"This should be just an ordinary home." Ivy picked up a broken wall and threw it aside. "It's really strange, why does the devil's coin appear in the kitchen of a household?"

Even though it has been baptized by time, a stove and some broken and rusted tableware can still be identified in this area.

"Maybe I hid the coins in the pie when I was making it." Ron told a cold joke, but no one laughed.

In some parts of the world, there is a saying that whoever eats the coin will become lucky, but a soul coin from hell?

And considering the size and weight of this coin, probably no one would "hide" it in food.

"Or," Drayford suddenly lay on the ground and showed a proud smile, "there is a secret cellar here."

The goblin was keenly aware of the unusualness of a broken floor tile, but when he inserted his dagger into the gap and pried it hard, it had no effect.

"The mechanism is stuck," he spat on the ground, "Sera, you have to break it open!"

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Perhaps inspired by Dreyfudou's actions, Exuri also spat on the floor tiles.

Along with the "sizzling" sound of corrosion, a dark entrance appeared in front of everyone.

"Look," Black Dragon raised his face, "It's that simple!"

"You have to be more careful in the future, especially when you go to our place," Sera teased, "the facilities at the trading post may not be stronger than this."

"I'm far from Alzheimer's! I won't drool all the time!" The young dragon protested, "Besides, we dragons don't get Alzheimer's..."

"Uh, will it? Probably not... Ask the teacher next time you see him."

"I advise you not to ask about this," Ron threw a candle down the cave, "Remember? You are all considered 'old' after 400 years old."

"You will definitely get beaten if you ask this."

The candle Ron threw down was obviously different from ordinary candles. Ron did not light it, but when it fell to the ground, it immediately stood firm and ignited a bright flame by itself.

"Oh, I thought this was the same principle as a soup spoon," Ivy whistled, "I've made progress."

"Even in the wild, I kept learning," Ron chuckled, "It's just a bit of a waste of candles. In order to make a magic item that can release an eternal flame, I almost used up all the candles we brought with us - the success rate is really not high."

"I was wondering why I felt my bag was getting emptier these days," Victoria jumped down first speechlessly, "I didn't dare to pray more before going to bed these two days!"