Mage Joan

"Joan, the hall is here."

Thomas's call interrupted his thoughts, quickly recovered, and quickly walked into a hall in the church dedicated to parking the coffin.

As soon as he walked into this room, Joan felt cold all over, and immediately realized that a low-temperature magic enchantment had been applied in the hall, the purpose of which was to keep the corpses parked here for a long time without rot.

Rolls’ tutor stopped at the corner of the hall, and Joan stepped forward to uncover the shroud, glanced at the probe, and almost couldn't help crying.

Robert Rawls closed his eyes on the bed, his plump and rosy cheeks were sunken, pale and blighted, and the scars on his chest were faintly visible even though they were stitched together.

After careful observation, Joan speculates that the weapon used by the perpetrator is a sharp double-edged dagger or dagger.

Of course, the specific weapon is not observable with the naked eye, but also depends on the police autopsy report.

Joan stopped for a long time in front of the mentor's casket, bit his lip, and vowed to find out the real murderer at all costs and revenge the mentor.

Suddenly there was a rapid footstep behind him, and a familiar fragrance came with a call of surprise.

"Joan, are you? You are finally back!"

Joan looked back to see Rebecca in a snow-white nun's uniform and sapphire-like beautiful eyes filled with joy, as if seeing a ray of light in the cold and dark night, she felt inexplicably warm.

"Rebecca, long time no see."

"I haven’t met for almost two months from the holiday until now. I heard that the unit you served had defeated at the Brass Pass. All the officers and soldiers were captured by the Sea Blues, and you didn’t return to school until the start of school. I’m worried. It’s terrible, I’ve been asking for news from the frontline...Thank you Lord for your blessings, and now you are finally back safely!

Rebecca held the string of Mithril holy emblems hanging around her neck with both hands, and sincerely thanked the goddess of destiny for responding to her prayers to protect Joan from returning safely.

Joan doesn’t believe in gods very much, and he doesn’t think he’s benefiting from the favor of Timus or some other deity, but he respects Rebecca’s faith and shows her sincerity in her words. I am deeply grateful for the thought, but I do not know how to express this gratitude.

"Joan, just now I learned from a school sister that you are coming to church. I guess most of you are here to visit Master Rolls' coffin. It happened that I had something important to tell you, so I hurried over, Fortunately, you are all here, did not let me run for nothing!"

"We?" Thomas pointed to his nose and asked Rebecca in surprise. "Are you sure this includes me and Edward instead of you and Joan communicating privately?"

Rebecca's fair face quickly flushed, and he gave Thomas a fierce glance, saying angrily: "Of course including you, aren't you and Edward also a Master Rolls student? Don't think about it in a crooked way, I have The main thing is to tell you!"

"Is it about Master Rawls' death?" Edward asked directly.

"It is indeed related to this. Have you seen the autopsy report? I have a copy here. I will show it to you later." Rebecca looked around cautiously, stepped closer to Joan, put his hand on his shoulder, and lowered his voice. "There is still an unexplained mystery about the death of Master Rolls and Master Li, because it is too strange to write a post-mortem report, even the police do not know. So far, only the principal, Mrs. Claire and At that time, I was the assistant to the "psychic ritual" for Grandma Claire!

"What's the secret, Rebecca, can you tell us something?" Joan asked urgently.

"I came to you mainly for this matter, but it is not convenient to talk about it deeply here, we better find a quiet place to sit down and talk slowly."

Joan thought about it and turned to look at Thomas and Edward: "Let's go back to the dormitory, it's more secluded."

Everyone nodded in agreement and took Rebecca out of the church in a hurry and returned to the dorm.

Edward's servant brought hot refreshments, then retreated, and closed the door with a pretentious look.

Joan, Thomas and Edward sat side by side on the long sofa, looking at Rebecca sitting on the single sofa opposite, all curious and expectant in their eyes.

Rebecca took a sip from the teacup and sorted out her thoughts before speaking.

"People often say that "people can't be resurrected." In fact, this sentence is not completely correct. For example, asking a quasi-legendary magic spellcaster to perform 9 rings of "miracles" will have the opportunity to revive the dead."

"We don't need you to say that we also know, but the casters that can perform the 9th ring magic are even rarer than the ancient dragons, and they don't even exist in this world. What do you mean by these?" Edward frowned and asked Rui Beka.

"It is really difficult to resurrect the dead, but it is much easier to wake up the souls of the dead temporarily and have a short conversation with them!"

Rebecca placed the tea cup on the table, looking very serious.

"In fact, the three-point magical technique "Dead Talk" can achieve this purpose. This magical technique is also called "psychic". Have you ever heard of this?"

"It turns out that there is really "psychic" in the world, I thought it was just a trick that the **** sticks pretend to sell foolishly and stupidly!" Thomas murmured his chin.

"Rebecca, will you practice psychic?" Joanne asked.

"I only know a few rough doorways, but my mentor, Claire, is proficient in this magic. Her old man is the chief psychic master of the entire Alfheim region!" Rebecca said proudly.

"Can I ask Mother Claire to perform spiritism to wake up the soul of Tutor Rawls and ask the truth about the murder?" Joan asked excitedly.

"Theoretically, in fact, as early as the day after the murder, Mr. Principal found Mrs. Claire and made this request to him, hoping to wake up the souls of the two masters Rawls and Lee, and to inquire about the true nature of the murderer. ."

Rebecca smiled bitterly, and then said: "If the psychic ritual is successful, the two murders have now been solved, but unfortunately the result is somewhat unexpected."

"The psychic ritual failed?" Thomas asked in surprise.

Rebecca nodded heavily.

"The psychic ceremony was held in the hall where the casket was parked. The psychic must touch the dead body to wake up the remaining self-consciousness in the body."

"That night, as Grandma Claire's assistant, I watched the whole process of the psychic ritual. Grandma Claire made two spells in an attempt to awaken Master Rolls and Master Lee's soul, and the results ended in failure."

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