Grand Duke Owen's sudden words made Constance frown. She looked at the old man lying on the bed, who was still weak from the healing. "Grand Duke Owen, you don't have to say 'request' in front of me."
"But this is not an ordinary matter." Grand Duke Owen laughed. Even though his face was pale, his tone was unusually relaxed. "After all, even with our friendship, it is not that easy for you to activate the Sacred Armory."
Constance's expression changed. "Activate the Sacred Armory? What are you trying to do? "
"What else?" Grand Duke Owen raised his arm and waved it. "Let these old bones swing for another two years. Even that Naaem from the south has entered the battlefield. As the Grand Duke of the North, I am not willing to continue lying here. "
Constance stared at Grand Duke Owen sternly. "Do you know what you are saying? If I really use the power of the Sacred Armory on you, you will no longer be a real human. You have to think this through. It was not easy for you to come back from the clutches of death. There is no need to take that risk again. And as you have heard just now, your weakness is only temporary. As long as you rest, you can live like a normal person. "
"But I can only live like a normal person, right?" The old grand duke said flatly. "Worse than a normal person … If my soul is damaged, my mind, memory, personality, and limbs will all be weakened. I will become a trembling old man, and I might even become weak and muddle-headed. This kind of life … I cannot adapt to it."
Hao Ren was confused by the side, and felt that he had to speak up. "Ahem, wait a minute, what are you talking about?"
"… It is normal that you do not know." Constance looked up at Hao Ren. "This is our previous plan. After all other treatments failed, Grand Duke Owen had planned to use the Ebon Blade transformation ritual as a last attempt."
Hao Ren's eyebrows immediately twitched. "Transformation into an Ebon Blade?"
"That is in theory a way to cure the 'corruption'," Constance said frankly. "Through a complete reconstruction of flesh and soul, Grand Duke Owen can undergo a 'rebirth'. Since we cannot filter out the contaminants in his soul and body, then we might as well create a new body and transfer his remaining healthy consciousness into it. "
Hao Ren was puzzled. "Aren't the Ebon Blades already corrupted and mutated? And they are all controlled by Emperor Berentine … Won't there be any problems with the ritual? "
"Of course not," Constance replied. "It is true that my father's knights have been corrupted, but it is not the Ebon Blade transformation technique. The technique itself is fine, and as long as we control it properly, we can create our own Ebon Blades."
As she said that, she shook her head. "But I have already given up on this plan … You have successfully cured Grand Duke Owen of the corruption, and even without the transformation ritual, he can still live …"
"But he clearly does not wish to live this way," Vivian interrupted. "To be honest, I quite understand him. If it was just a physical disability, it would still be fine, at least his mind can still function. But the damage to the soul will cause problems in his thinking, and this is very hard for someone like the old duke to accept."
Grand Duke Owen heard that someone agreed with him, and a happy look appeared on his face, but he could not hide the fatigue in his eyes.
Previously, when the power of the Mad Lord corroded his body, the corrupted flesh and soul were still entangled with the healthy parts. This form of completeness at least allowed him to maintain some semblance of vitality, but now that the corrupted parts had been completely purified, his sense of weakness had become more prominent due to the loss of support.
And after expressing her support for Grand Duke Owen, Vivian changed the topic. "But, I really do not recommend him to undergo the Ebon Blade transformation ritual."
"Why?" Grand Duke Owen was puzzled. "Do you know a lot about the Ebon Blade?"
"A little, but that's not the reason." Vivian shrugged. "The real reason is that I don't think the transformation ritual is the best plan. Perhaps we have a better way to continue healing you while avoiding the drawbacks of the transformation ritual."
Constance was surprised. "You have a better plan? Even to heal the damage to the soul? "
"To be honest, the damage to the soul is indeed a very troublesome problem." Hao Ren rubbed his chin as he looked at Rheia. "But compared to the destruction of the soul, there is at least some room for maneuver. Rheia, are you confident? "
"Wait a minute," Rheia said as she waved her hand, and then lowered her head as if she was reciting something quickly. Only words like "key points", "first step", "common problems", and "practical skills" could be heard clearly. After half a minute, she looked up. "Don't worry, I can heal this level of damage to the soul …"
Grand Duke Owen blinked. "But you seemed to be …"
"I didn't know your situation well enough." Rheia puffed out her chest. "But I'm different now!"
Lily poked Vivian's arm as she mumbled, "Damn, I wasn't even this good when I was at Peking University …"
"That's why she's the Goddess of Creation. She can create a divine realm without going to school, and you graduated from Peking University four times just to eat in the cafeteria," Vivian said.
Hao Ren could not stand it anymore. He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment. "Ahem, Grand Duke Owen, please believe in the strength of the Basilica of the World Tree. We are also the 'inheritors' who have inherited the knowledge. Of course, before we come up with a treatment plan, I want to know what your Ebon Blade transformation ritual is like, so that we can compare it with our treatment plan. By the way, can we show this to outsiders? "
While Constance was a little curious as to why these people were behaving so strangely, but the heritors had too many memories and mind cracks, so they were more or less neurotic, and so she did not pursue the matter. After hearing what Hao Ren had to say, she smiled. "The Ebon Blade transformation ritual and the essence of the Knights of the Ebon Blade are all secrets of the empire, but that is only to the commoners. For you, who are also inheritors … the knowledge inherited from the previous era is naturally open to you. "
"That's for the best." Hao Ren smiled. "So, where will the Ebon Blade ritual be held? What's the process like? "
"I'll bring you to a place, and seeing speaks louder than words," Constance replied. "But before that, what do you know about the Ebon Blade?"
Hao Ren spoke of the information he had, "I don't know much about the knights, but from what I know, there are only 770,000 of them, and while they have been through countless battles, their numbers have not increased or decreased. The secret lies in the fact that the bodies of the Ebon Blades are those chainswords, and the number of chainswords is constant. And the headquarters, or rather, the base is located near the imperial capital, the Sacred Armory, and all the chainswords come from there. But from what Duke Owen just said, could it be that … you have a Sacred Armory too?"
"… Looks like you have very little knowledge in this area," Constance said flatly. "Come, I will tell you about the origins of the Ebon Blade when we are there. Duke Owen, you don't have to follow. Just rest here. "
Duke Owen was a little grumpy, but now that the 'transformation plan' had been completely rejected, and Hao Ren and company had promised to take the next step, he did not insist and went back to bed.
After leaving the room, Constance said softly, "If you really have a plan to heal the soul, please do it as soon as possible."
"What's wrong?" Lily asked.
"His personality has started to change, and his will is deteriorating," Constance said. "Haywood is a stubborn and headstrong person. If it was the normal him, even if I asked him to rest, he would still come with us, and no one would be able to stop him. But just now, he was grumbling and curling back into the blanket, and he did not even know it."
Lily blinked. "You seem to know him well?"
"Of course." Constance smiled. "His swordsmanship, combat, and imperial history were all taught by me. Don't be surprised, I have trained many people myself. Not only Haywood Owen, but there is a count in the south called Naaem who is also my favorite pupil. "
"Ugh …" Hao Ren opened his mouth but did not know what to say. He did know that Constance was as immortal as the Dragon Soul Emperor, but he did not expect the princess to be master and disciple to the Duke of the North … and he did not notice it at all!
But thinking about it, it was normal. The long-lived and short-lived races lived together, and such a situation was inevitable.
But after sighing, he noticed something else. "Wait, if that's the case … Duke Owen is not actually an inheritor?"
An inheritor's memory comes from the depths of their soul, which is something that has lasted through countless eras. Even if inheritors with short lifespans die and reincarnate many times in an era, their soul's memory will not dissipate. Therefore, an inheritor does not need to learn to obtain knowledge, at least not knowledge about history. "
Since Constance was Duke Owen's teacher, did that mean that Duke Owen's soul was a normal person?
"That's right, he is not an inheritor," Constance admitted simply. "Everyone I teach is not an inheritor. Their knowledge of the Turn of the Eras and ancient technology are all taught by me."
Vivian frowned. "Because the inheritors are rare?"
"That is one of the reasons." Constance nodded. "The other reason is … the eternal soul of the inheritors is dissipating, and it is especially severe in this era. Some of the inheritors were even 'washed' into normal people by the last apocalypse, and there is not a shred of ancient memory left in their souls. If I'm not mistaken, Charlemagne and Awenna are such examples. So I need to find a way to 'create' new inheritors. I don't know exactly how to do it, nor do I know how the first inheritors were born. However, I do know that the first inheritors were those who possessed ancient knowledge, and those who survived the final battlefield of the Turn of the Eras until the end … "
"That's why you nurtured a large group of ordinary people and told them about the Turn of the Eras, making them learn it as if they were brainwashed. The final goal was for them to do their best to survive the final battle, hoping that they would transform and become the new inheritors?"
"Refresh," Lily mumbled.
"I do not know if it will work, but I have to try something." Constance's tone was calm. "There are not many souls left from the ancient era, and the memories are fading. If even we have forgotten who we are … then we have to leave a few new people to remember our history."
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