Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-10-23

  Chapter 107 The rat shackles the cat   Chip processor, is it a corpse? At    this time, Harvey took off his prison uniform abruptly, because his body was covered with blood and clothes. When he took it off, he could hear a crisp 'hiss' sound, and the countless wounds that had just stopped bleeding were torn open again. , the blood flowed from the knuckle-wide wound, along his dark back, and suddenly it seemed as if countless eyes were crying.

"Actually, I'm quite surprised that you know the processor." Harvey wiped his body with a towel and said, "This is not a knowledge point that will appear in the education of the nursing home. Most people in prison do not Knowing what your chips are being manipulated is like ants can't see the people above."

"It's not the prison, it's the chips. Broken Lake, it's just a room in Blood Moon Country. .”

Igor leaned against the wall with his hands in his arms: “I consider myself a well-informed person, and I often go in and out of high society. I even made a plan to be locked in Broken Lake, so I deliberately inquired about it. The operation mechanism of Broken Lake Prison, I was lucky enough to know the existence of the processor... You are a scavenger, how can you know such secret information?"

Three points of pride and seven points of suspicion, Igor will The tone is just right, while speaking quietly evokes the 'resonance' spell, trying to detonate Harvey's emotions. If Harvey really knew what to hide, he would definitely be eager to show off the news and the sources.

However, Harvey just glanced at Igor in the mirror and asked calmly: "Have you all been to the hospital? Have you noticed that there is no private hospital in Blood Moon Country, only the affiliated institute. Hospitals and maternity hospitals."

"Isn't this normal?" Igor felt an unfathomable mystery: "Even if there were private hospitals, I wouldn't go to them. The affiliated hospitals have low fees, good reputation, and guarantees. Healer many people, private hospitals have no living space at all.”

“Generally speaking, healers are of any race, Human Race, snake lizard, elf race, Beastman Race, even ogre...” Ha Wei said: "But there is a department in the hospital, and there is only one race in it, and non-species are not allowed to join the department."

Ronald glanced at the bloodstain on Harvey's back: "Since the Research Institute, then the race you're talking about must be the Blood Saint Race...but which department are you talking about?"

"Department of Remains."

Harvey used The towel wiped his wounds vigorously, his face was twisted in pain, but he still said calmly: "If you say that the institute is to firmly control the body disposal department in his own hands, that's why the affiliated hospital was opened. It is forbidden to issue private medical licenses, can you believe?"

Ash was naturally at a loss - opening a hospital for one department? Bought crab just to dip in vinegar?    However, Igor seemed to have passed an Inspiration check and asked, "I remember that your most serious crime is 'disposal of a corpse', and the Blood Saint Race Institute wants to have a firm grasp on the source of the corpse...Is the corpse important to Blood? Is it a very precious resource for Saint Race?"

"The corpse is not only a resource, but also their taboo." Harvey smiled slightly: "You just felt that the chip processor was a corpse. Surprised, but what if I told you, all Blood Saint Races are corpses?"

Ash recalls Gerald, the arrogant white-haired hunter, unable to connect him to the corpses. Although he's a good poker player, he's clearly a quick-witted smart guy, just a tad worse than Ash.

"The corpse...yes, it's the corpse, that makes sense!"

Igor realized, "I've also wondered why the Blood Saint Race lifespan is so long and immortal. , it is clear that longevity species like elf will also age, I used to think it was some kind of miracle effect, but if it is a corpse, then of course the appearance will be frozen at the moment of their death!"

"Speaking of which, I've seen Blood Saint Race before, and I really didn't hear their heartbeat." Lionel said with his chin up, "Ronald, you're Moonshadow Race, you should know more?"

He turned his head , but found that Ronald's expression at this time is very strange, or has no expression at all, does not speak, does not turn his eyes, and looks straight ahead, like a stagnant wax figure.

"If he is Moonshadow Race, he can't make any response to this kind of topic." Harvey said: "The two blood moons signed an oath when they changed their races, and they must maintain the mutual A secret."

Ash asked, "So that means the processor that controls all the death row inmate chips is a Blood Saint Race!?"

"Don't worry, not yet. Speaking of which." Harvey said: "Blood Saint Race has been hiding the secret that it is a corpse, while controlling all sources of corpses, in order to prevent anyone from studying the corpse to learn the necromancy faction - the undead faction is currently the only way to The sorcery faction that controls the corpse!"

"In other words, the necromancer spellmaster is the natural enemy of the Blood Saint Race. Although I can't control the Blood Saint Race as easily as I can control the corpse, if I have the same level of Blood Saint Race spellmaster is against the enemy, unless the other party is also proficient in the necromancy faction, otherwise I am sure that he can't even activate the spell, obliterating his soul in dizziness and confusion, and turning into a real corpse!"

Igor raises his eyebrows and has reservations about Harvey's statement.

Each faction spellmaster will say that his own faction is the most powerful, just like Igor firmly believes that the spiritual faction is the strongest faction, Harvey is so crazy about the necromantic faction, there must be a lot of water in it.

This kind of saying 'because our faction is too powerful, so it was banned', almost every cold Sect faction will spread.

Ronald also has a similar attitude. As the exiled Moonshadow Race, he must know more, but because of the oath, he can't reveal anything.

And both Lionel and Ash had the expressions of 'You're amazing, I'm messing with you', Ash clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Okay, if the hunter Captain Gerald catches up during the escape, hand it over to Ha. Wei, you can solve it!"

Harvey complexion stiffened, "Although it is a natural enemy, it is not enough to fight Triple-Wings with Single-Wing..."

Well done ...Igor glanced at Ash, thinking that he was the man who deceived Cheating Master, and suppressed Harvey's position with a single word. Under the face of seemingly worship, it is full of language traps with bad water. Is this the talent of a cult leader?

Harvey changed the subject: "However, although I can't compete with the real Triple-Wings Sacred Domain Blood Saint Race, if the opponent falls into a special state of sleep, it is another matter. For example, ...a blood saint used as a chip processor!"

What Harvey said next reminded Ash of a term: biotechnology!

Because of the spellmaster system, the spellmaster technology in this world is very developed, like the back neck chip is a derivative of the spellmaster technology. However, at most, the chip is a mobile terminal for people. It is no problem to send and receive information, watch videos, listen to music, and use it as a locator. However, if you want to control people's behavior through the chip, it must exceed the functional limit of the chip.

Those needs that cannot be met by the 'functional limit' are naturally filled by 'miracle'. But the one who can cast the miracle can only be the spellmaster, and it only needs to be the spellmaster.

Even if the spellmaster is dead, as long as certain conditions are met, he can still cast the miracle.

The so-called chip processor is actually the corpse of the Blood Saint Race spellmaster who has returned to Void Realm. The Blood Saint Race spellmaster recycles these corpses with the necromantic, alchemical, and electromagnetic miracles, eventually turning the corpse into a terminal processor that can automatically receive and send chip signals!    This is not only environmentally friendly and energy-saving, but also imaginative, forcibly breaking the theoretical limit, and making the technology that may be invented hundreds of years later, let the death row inmates in the prison experience a cool experience in advance.

But Ash has a question: "It doesn't have to be the Blood Saint Race if all you need is the corpse of the spellmaster, right?"

"That's my guess," Harvey said. : "Although the existing Blood Saint Races are corpses, but they have not returned to the Void Realm, and their bodies are long-lived, it is easy to draw a conclusion - their souls remain in the body, if we speculate further, most of them are remnants In the blood."

"Even though most of the soul in the corpse has dissipated, there may still be a little bit of soul fragments left in the blood and body."

Igor a I understand: "Resurrection?"

Harvey nodded: "For Blood Saint Race, the corpse does not mean complete death, and "turning into a processor" may be an important part of the resurrection ceremony steps, and not all Blood Saint Race spellmasters become "processors", which may even be a perk for high-level spellmasters. "

"By the way, I have specifically tested that when I open the chip light curtain, perform complex operations such as browsing movies or playing curtain games, the soul energy will be significantly depleted, but it will soon be Recovery, even the spellmaster is imperceptible. As for why this soul energy is consumed, it can be explained as the energy to run the chip, but it can also be explained as... the nutrients needed by the corpse. ”

Ash felt sick all over, subconsciously scratching the back of his neck. It was as if everyone had a tube at the back of their neck, and at the other end was a dead and old corpse, every minute of every second. They are all absorbing the nutrients of living people.

“Hey! Good... ugh! Lionel shuddered, then rushed to the toilet and threw up - he was so disgusted!

Harvey put down the towel and turned to look at the sink. He asked them: "So, are you willing to accept my participation? "

This time even Igor couldn't find fault: "Archibald, you're welcome to join us." "

"Don't worry, I also ask for proof. "Harvey asked: "You should have a way to remove the chip, right?" The so-called jailbreak is just a no-frills joke if the chip can't be lifted. "

Igor nod: "Yes. "

"Well, at least the plan has a chance of success. But before I can join, you must sign a contract and grant me a request—"

"Necrospellmaster. Igor's voice was cold: "I admit that you brought very interesting information, but only interesting." So far, I don't see how you can contribute to the jailbreak operation. "

Ronald patted Lionel on the back to make him vomit more comfortably, and said, "You say you can control the corpse as a chip processor, which means you can directly change our chip permissions. ? "

Harvey shook his head: "No, the "Sinners Directory" must be used to modify the prisoner's permissions. There is no way we can reduce chip bans unless we can cross our mark from the Sinners Directory. "

"What's the use of you then?" "Igor's expression is getting worse.

"While I can't reduce our ban, I can increase others' ban. It's hard to open shackles, but easy to add shackles to others. "

Harvey stroked his neck lightly with his hand: "The chips of the prison guards are also under the jurisdiction of the processor. ”

PS: 6,000 words in two shifts.

The last day of this month, it’s meaningless to not use the monthly pass when it’s time to use it!

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