Dorcas' eyes glowed again.
If the memory in the stone was less than a thousand years old, then the torrent of memories shouldn't be too strong. He should be able to handle it, right?
With that in mind, Dorcas quickly moved closer to Angor. This time, instead of using his hands to gesture, he directly broke through Count Black's "Silence" seal and asked, "If it's less than a thousand years, I should be able to get used to it with my body condition, right?"
"Of course." Angor nodded and looked at Dorcas. "That's why I asked you if you want to try."
Dorcas was overjoyed and wanted to nod out of instinct. But before he could say anything, he hesitated. Especially when he saw Angor's calm expression, he felt a sense of danger rising from the bottom of his heart.
Angor didn't seem to be taking the initiative, but he felt like he was inviting Dorcas into a trap.
Dorcas hesitated.
After thinking about it for a long time, Dorcas finally swallowed the words "Leave it, let me do it" that were stuck in his throat.
Angor's "dark history" was too much for him to handle. Plus, he already had a feeling of danger. Whether it was his intuition or not, it was better to be cautious.
Angor watched Dorcas' hesitation. He didn't show it on his face, but he couldn't help but sigh in his mind. As expected, tricking Dorcas would always be a very difficult thing to do, no matter what the situation was …
Kael suddenly spoke up again, "I think I read something about a seminar that considers memory as the essence of life. They included emotions and feelings when defining memory. According to this definition, if memories can be recorded, then the emotions contained in them should also be considered as memories, right? "
"If that's the case, if the memories recorded in the stone are not beautiful, and they may even be dominated by extreme emotions, will the owner of the stone be affected by such negative emotions?"
Kael's question instantly attracted everyone's attention.
If what Kael said was true, then Shi Zhikang's memories were problematic!
Angor gave Kael a thoughtful look. "Stone's' living 'trait contains the theories of that school. You're right. It will affect him to a certain extent."
Not only would it affect one's mind, but it would also cause one's mind to be in a mess if a large amount of memories were recorded in a short period of time. In the chaotic memories, it was even possible to lose oneself, which was also the shaking of one's personality.
When the time comes, you may begin to doubt yourself.
The classic question, "Who am I?" It would also become a question that constantly overflowed from the chaotic memories.
This sounded a bit exaggerated, but in reality, the situation might be even more serious.
For example, he once read a novel about transmigration in his tablet. Whenever someone transmigrated into another person's body, the memories of the original owner and the transmigrator would merge.
This kind of plot was always brushed aside in the novel. From the perspective of a transmigrator, the novel encompassed all the memories.
But could there be another possibility? The transmigrator actually died during the process, and his memories without a personality flowed to another world and merged with the original owner's body? The original owner was still the original owner. The original owner had a completely independent personality and was only affected by the transmigrator's memories and mistook himself as a transmigrator. In fact, his personality did not change at all. It was just an illusion caused by the memories.
It was only a guess. However, if there were too many memories in Shi Zhikang's mind, and they contained too many emotions, it could cause a person to lose their sense of self.
This was the biggest drawback of Shi Zhikang's memory. It would affect one's outlook on life and values to a certain extent.
But Angor didn't expect Kael to be the first one to notice Shi Zhikang's problem.
Kael didn't come up with this idea out of nowhere. Before this, everyone who had signed the Book of Truth with the Wise Sovereign had revealed their true appearance. However, behind Khael's true appearance, a strange silhouette had suddenly appeared. Everyone, including the Wise Ruler, believed that this wasn't a big problem, and that it was most likely just a remnant soul that had unconsciously attached itself to Kael's body.
However, they were looking at the problem from an outsider's point of view, so they had to be more objective. Kael, on the other hand, was not as calm as they thought. He was quite concerned about the strange silhouette.
What Dorcas had said made sense as well. Kael's personality and behavior were a little strange. He was clearly an academic who loved to do research, so he should have been an otaku like Wai. Yet, while he loved to do research, he also loved to explore all kinds of ruins. The two hobbies ran parallel to each other, and the nature of the two hobbies were polar opposites.
In Dorcas' opinion, this was a bit strange. Maybe he was influenced by the remnant soul behind Kael's back.
Kael didn't think much about it before. But after hearing Dorcas' words, he realized that he had indeed spent too much time exploring ruins. The cost was completely out of proportion to what he gained. But he still wanted to explore ruins. And no matter what kind of ruins it was, as long as he heard about it, his heart would itch to explore it.
This time, when he learned that there was an unexplored "ruin" under the Garden of Labyrinth, Kael couldn't be more excited.
It was as if there was some kind of magic that compelled Kael to do this.
This was not normal at all.
Because of this, Kael had been thinking about whether his personality and actions were really affected by the memories of the remnant soul.
When Kael heard about Shi Zhikang's effects, he immediately thought of himself. The first thing he did was to think about the connection between Shi Zhikang's memories, emotions, and personality. That was why he asked Kael the question.
Dorcas let out a long sigh of relief when Kael pointed out Olivier's hidden dangers. Thankfully, he hadn't been impulsive enough to try it out. If Olivier's memories really did cause his personality to change, then he would've suffered a huge loss.
With that in mind, Dorcas glared at Angor angrily. As expected, Dorcas was always up to no good. He was a typical black-hearted person who only knew how to scheme.
Angor ignored Dorcas' expression and brought the topic back to the mask.
"Do you remember what the Wise Ruler said? He said he's going to give us a surprise. If this mask isn't used yet, it'll be a big surprise. But if it's used and turned into a mask, does it count as a surprise? "Angor shook his head." I don't think so. "
"If this is not a surprise, then what is his so-called surprise?"
Everyone fell into deep thought.
"We only have one mask so far. If there's a real surprise, we'll have to look for it from the mask. If Mister Stone doesn't count as a surprise, then what about the memory inside?"
Actually, Angor was not the only one who had the same thought. However …
"If the memory is a surprise, Dorcas won't refuse it," Angor answered seriously. He didn't realize there was something wrong with his words at all.
Everyone was surprised, but they soon realized that Angor "suggested" Dorcas to wear the mask twice just now because he wanted to use Dorcas' memory as a testing tool. Now that they thought about it, it did make sense. Dorcas probably refused because he sensed danger. If even Dorcas sensed danger, then the memory was really not that useful.
Dorcas also realized what was going on, but his heart was already numb. Heh, men.
"If neither the memory nor the mask is a surprise, then why did they leave the mask behind?" Vait wondered.
Furthermore, it was three tests … No, it was two tests. Only then did they obtain three broken masks. Wasn't it supposed to be pieced together?
Since they were asked to piece the mask together, it meant that the mask had a purpose. But what was the purpose?
No one could answer that question. They could only sigh and skip over it.
"I'm more concerned about that little girl in the rabbit suit. Why did she just leave? It was Angor's turn, and she was staring at Angor!" Dorcas seemed to be very unhappy about this. Despite Count Black's warning, he still brought it up again. "Anyway, I feel like something's wrong here."
Dorcas was trying to shift the topic to Angor, but Angor didn't care at all. He really didn't know what was going on.
Even Angor himself wanted an answer, not to mention Dorcas.
"There's no point thinking about it now. Since we got the mask, let's just treat it as a surprise. We'll know when we meet the Wise Lord, "Angor said as he tossed the mask to Dorcas.
However, Dorcas moved away and dodged the mask. At the same time, he looked at Angor with a "you're trying to trick me again" look.
Angor wasn't trying to trick Dorcas this time. It was only because Dorcas willingly gave the mask to him, so it was only right for him to give it back. As for the two extra fragments, since neither Count Black nor Angor cared, he could give them to Dorcas.
However, it seemed that Dorcas was already under stress. He didn't even want to think about it and directly refused Angor's offer.
Angor shook his head and didn't explain. Instead, he summoned the Hand of Spell and told it to hold the mask. They would decide how to distribute the fragments later.
Angor stretched his body and said, "We've stopped here for a long time. Time to keep moving."
But this time, they stopped after taking a few steps.
Because in the space directly in front of them, there was suddenly an abnormal light.
This kind of abnormal light was like a flame that was slightly distorted by the heat when it was burning.
For something to happen out of the blue, there must be something wrong.
"Is the relay test not over yet?" Dorcas looked at the strange light and muttered in a low voice, "Could it be the same as the previous duels, where the official Magi have passed the test and now it's the acolytes' turn? Does the Wise Lord have too much free time? "
Apprentices' turn?! Kal and Wai looked at each other. Weren't they just here to make up the numbers? Were they really going to take the test?
Just as their hearts were filled with apprehension, a new change occurred in the abnormal light.
Countless rays of light burst out of the light.
These rays of light didn't mix up. Instead, they intersected with each other in a regular pattern.
Under the crisscrossing of light rays, prism after prism formed by light and shadow appeared in front of them. Countless prism mirrors combined together to form a beautiful prism plane.
The moment the surface of the prism appeared, everyone could vaguely see a pattern spreading across it.
It was as if there was an invisible painter using this prism collection as a drawing board, sketching with pen and ink.
As the pattern continued to extend, fill, and complete, the pattern finally presented a human silhouette in the prism.
It was a young girl with long silver-white hair who was dressed in heavy and luxurious clothes. Her hair was very, very long. Not only did it go past her waist, but more than half of it hung down to her feet. Her hair spread out like a fountain of mercury.
The young girl's face was pale and colorless, and her lips were so pale that they seemed to have lost their color. If not for her long eyelashes and the faint shadow of her nose that accentuated her distinct facial features, she might have been mistaken for a faceless person.
Even so, the silver-haired girl didn't look like a real person. Combined with the geometric patterns on the prism, she looked more like a fragile porcelain doll hidden behind the mirror.
The sudden appearance of this young girl made everyone suspicious and wary.
They were suspicious because she might be related to the three "question setters" from before, and wary because she had appeared … in the mirror.
Ever since they learned the truth about the Mirror Demon, they had maintained a high level of vigilance towards all the mirrors in the sewers. Even the Mirror of Light in the air was no exception.
Under everyone's gazes, the young girl opened her eyes.
It was worth mentioning that her pupils were of an extremely rare heterochromatic color.
On one side were dark green eyes, while on the other were clear yellow eyes.
His heterochromatic eyes, coupled with his appearance, made him look like a porcelain doll carved from porcelain.
After the young girl opened her eyes, she was still in the prism. She didn't go from "nothingness" to "reality", but her voice was transmitted to everyone's ears through the prism.
"My name is … Laplace Gleipnir Luigi."
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