Baptiste had indeed forgotten most of the things, including Beatrice's name and a large part of his own life experience. In fact, he had forgotten everything except who he was and that he had to come to Inferno to find Beatrice. As for the necessary knowledge of a wizard, it was engraved in the magic core in his body. It was hard to classify a wizard who had completely transformed himself. Hessiana did not even know whether to regard him as a human or a ghost, an alchemy creature or an elemental creature. She did not even know if she should regard him as the real Baptiste.
In a sense, Baptiste had died eight centuries ago when he first transformed his life form. What they saw now was just an alchemy magic core that the wizard had created before his death. The magic core was covered with a layer of skin made of ashes, and inside it was an obsession that he did not even know himself.
Baptiste maintained his instinctive vigilance against everyone. Though his memory was like a blank piece of paper, he had not become a safe and harmless man like in most stories. The sorcerer knew that he would become the public enemy of mankind when his memory was intact. Therefore, he had set up a series of combat instincts and suspicious of strangers in the magic core. This way, even if he lost his memory, he would not easily fall into the trap of demon hunters or other enemies. But these settings were of limited use. He could not escape from everyone's sight.
Turcan and Kassandra came up to the wizard and asked him about his condition. Baptiste answered some questions in a muddle-headed manner. Subconsciously, he was very resistant to Turcan and Kassandra, but after all, he had lost his memory.
"He thinks he is an apprentice wizard," Kassandra reported to Hessiana, emphasizing the word 'apprentice.' "He only has fragmented memories of his time as a human. He has forgotten what he has experienced in the past eight centuries after he transformed into this weird form. He doesn't even remember where Domir is. He only vaguely remembers that he learned occult magic from a witch, and at the same time, he and the witch depended on each other. "
"That witch should be Beatrice," Hessiana said, subconsciously rubbing her eyebrows. "It seems that the wizard was only an apprentice when Beatrice fell into Inferno. No wonder there was such a big problem with his immortal transformation. He must have been too hasty. What else did he ask? "
"Almost nothing. He doesn't remember what he did." Kassandra shook her head apologetically. "But he seems to know that what he did was not good. There are probably some scattered impressions left behind. "
Hao Ren bent down in front of Baptiste and stared into his eyes. "Do you know what the ritual to summon the King of Blood is?"
"King of Blood?" Baptiste repeated the word in confusion. "What's that?"
Hao Ren smacked his lips in disappointment. When he was about to get to his feet, he saw Baptiste stretching out his finger and drawing a magic circle on the ground. As he drew, he murmured, "Two people are needed to perform the ritual, use a magic book, and place the bat's teeth and —"
Hao Ren glared at him. "I thought you didn't know?"
"I don't know what it is," Baptiste frowned. "But this seems to be what you are asking."
Vivian patted Hao Ren on the shoulder. "He engraved the knowledge of magic in his body so that even if he lost his memory, he could continue to find a way to open the gate to Inferno. But I'm afraid you won't be able to find out how he studied this summoning ritual. "
Hao Ren stared at Baptiste for a while. Suddenly, he stood up and exhaled. "Take him to Beatrice's grave."
Soon, the wizard was escorted by two tribal warriors to the temple inside the Pillar of Eternity. They stopped in front of the tomb of the previous Adoratrice. Hao Ren took Baptiste to the place where Beatrice was buried and pointed to the pile of stones. "This is the person you are looking for."
Baptiste slowly bent down in front of the grave and reached out to touch the strange words on the stone pillar with a confused expression. He did not even know what the person he was looking for looked like. Slowly, he felt an inexplicable sense of peace from the bottom of his heart, as if a long-ago mission had finally come to an end. He let out a long sigh of relief.
The confused, treacherous, mysterious, and unpredictable wizard sat on the ground in front of the grave. Black flames slowly rose from his body and engulfed him, but he did not seem to feel it. Under everyone's gaze, the wizard quickly turned into a pile of ashes. And this time, he would never come back.
A hard and ugly obsidian device rolled out from Baptiste's ashes. It looked a bit like a human heart, and its surface was engraved with dense runes and magic circles. This hard thing was the wizard's heart. The black flame just now had no temperature, so the obsidian heart was cold, just like Beatrice's tombstone.
Lily gently pulled Hao Ren's sleeve and whispered, "Is he really dead this time?"
"I think so." Hao Ren stepped forward and picked up the cold, hard heart. It was hard to imagine that a person could live on this thing for eight centuries. He then looked at Gezer and Bonia. "It's a little out of line, but can you please put this heart in Beatrice's grave?"
Vivian also took the initiative to speak. "That's what I want too."
Gezer immediately bowed to Vivian. "As you wish."
A few tribal warriors and Bonia stepped forward and prepared to open Beatrice's grave. Bonia untied a small bag from her waist, took out some strange green powder from it, and sprinkled it into the air. She then began to recite a prayer to comfort the dead. The green powder glowed like fireflies in the prayer and slowly gathered on the stone pillar of the tomb and covered Beatrice's name. After the ritual was completed, the tribal warriors began to work together to clear the heavy stones. In this world, there were established rules for opening the grave of the dead.
The tombs in this world were unusually simple. Whether it was an ordinary clansman, a saintess, or an elder, their tombs were all simple piles of stones. Therefore, the stones were quickly cleared away, revealing the pitch-black tombs below. The witch and her coffin, which had been buried hundreds of years ago, had long rotted away. There were only some messy remains in the grave. The tribal warriors whispered to the remains and threw Baptiste's obsidian heart into the grave. But just as they were about to close the grave, Vivian suddenly saw something in the corner of her eye.
"Wait a minute. There seems to be something there."
As Vivian spoke, she summoned a few small bats. The bats flew into the tomb and worked together to clear away the stones and bones around an object. Finally, they brought out a piece of strange blood-colored crystal.
Vivian took the crystal from the little bat's mouth and looked at it carefully. It felt vaguely familiar. "What is this?" Nangong Wuyue asked curiously.
"It seems to be an accessory worn by the witch," Bonia whispered. "I have read in an ancient book that the witch always wore a ruby crystal pendant. She drew magic from the pendant to heal people. But in the end, she still couldn't heal herself."
"Pendant? Why does this crystal look so familiar? "Vivian frowned as she tried to recall where she had seen something similar. Suddenly, she sensed an aura that was about to dissipate from the crystal. Her eyes lit up." Yes! I remember it! There is something like this in the small box that Pavel gave me! "
Pavel was one of Vivian's servants hundreds of years ago. He kept a few items that Vivian gave him before her last hibernation, including the diary manuscripts and a strange red crystal that Vivian left before her hibernation.
However, no one knew what the crystal was used for. Vivian carried it with her for a while but did not find anything special about it. In the end, she simply gave it to Hao Ren. She felt that Hao Ren's dimensional pocket was safer than hers.
Hao Ren quickly took out the crystal and compared it with the one in Beatrice's tomb. The two were different in shape and size, but the material was exactly the same!
"This crystal should be mine." Vivian looked at Beatrice's tomb in surprise. "Do I know this witch named Beatrice?"
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