The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 379: Curse of the Dry Soul

When it was confirmed that Bernardino was controlled by Paper Princess, another question emerged...

Annan was convinced that he had never offended this person.

The bell ringer never communicates with his clergy, so this cannot be the instruction of the bell ringer himself;

Bernardino, as the bell-ringer of the Pope, cannot possibly do anything with the Book of the Sky Wheel. His body of death energy may not be able to match the Book of Heavenly Carriage with the attribute of "brilliance", and he may not even be able to see it, let alone touch it or obtain it.

It makes no sense and will not gain anything if he goes against himself.

And he already knew who the person holding the Book of Truth was... There was no need to come to Jiu'er to catch him, he could just find himself through the eyes of passers-by.

...It was almost as if he wanted to die in front of Annan on purpose.

That’s not how you give someone’s head.

"What is your purpose?"

Ignoring Bernardino's provocation, Annan raised his voice again and asked: "Although you took action against my people... I can also believe your words. As long as you can convince me."

"Then let me go first."

Faced with a certain death situation, Bernardino was not afraid at all.

He just let out a low laugh and said calmly: "This is not how chatting should be."

"——This is not a chat, this is an interrogation."

Annan took a few steps forward, stopped at a certain distance, and gave a cold response.

He looked directly at the old man sitting in a wheelchair, as lifeless as a withered corpse.

Seeing this, the corners of the old man's mouth rose slightly.

"At this distance, as long as I move my fingers, I can draw out your soul..."

Although his whole body was bound by silver chains and his life was passing by rapidly, the old man just looked at Annan with narrowed eyes.

But Annan had no fear.

He was just playing with two silver coins flexibly on the fingertips of his right hand.

Two silver coins fluttered on his fingertips like butterflies piercing flowers, reflecting the bright brilliance of the sun.

"——As you wish."

Annan smiled gently: "But do you really want to do this?"

"...ha."

The old man stared at Annan's eyes that were not afraid at all, and after a long time he suddenly laughed out loud: "You are really not afraid."

He made a hoarse and low voice: "A fool knows no fear, a hero has nothing to fear...

"Who are you?"

"I don't know."

Annan did not hesitate and replied without hesitation: "It doesn't matter."

"...it doesn't matter, right?"

Seemingly surprised by this answer, Bernardino was silent for a long time.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

As time passed, the aura of Bernardino, who continued to be drained of life by Paper Princess's ritual, became weaker and weaker.

Just when Annan couldn't help but start to think about whether to let Zhi Ji stop for a moment, Bernardino finally spoke up.

He glanced at Zhi Ji and then at Annan.

He spoke slowly: "You know yourself...

"...Is your lifespan over?"

"Presumptuous!"

Zhi Ji immediately spoke up and scolded.

Annan was not angry, but asked with interest: "You mean, I'm going to die now?"

"Not now."

Bernardino corrected: "You were already dead."

- This sounds a bit like swearing.

Jiu'er, who was watching on the sidelines, had this thought in his mind.

"You want justice?"

"No, I just...want to share what I have."

The old man's tone was almost humble: "There are some things that I cannot seek and will definitely not be able to find. And there are also some things that are inconvenient for you to obtain and cannot do."

Unconsciously, Bernardino changed his honorific title to Annan.

Annan has already realized what the purpose of Bernardino's trip is.

I am afraid not many people know that "Annan" has died once.

If you cannot see through the past, future and soul destiny, it is impossible to confirm that "Annan" has changed to a different person.

And Bernardino obviously did not get the information from the bell ringer, but relied on his own magical ability——

To be more precise, it should be when the memory was stolen from Salvatore, it was confirmed that "this is not the real Annan"...or it was determined that the "Annan" of the previous generation was dead, and this was Annan's "Second Week".

Based on this situation... Annan already knows what he wants.

——What Bernardino is looking for is the "skill of rebirth".

...so ridiculous.

Annan almost laughed out loud.

Bernardino's fighting style is to cause trouble for the enemy by teasing and escaping from death; but now, as his life is approaching, he is not thinking about welcoming his inevitable death calmly, but is thinking about how to Escape from this mission.

How ironic.

Is this the Pope who rings the bell?

Dear me, my suggestion here is to believe in the Lord of Bones.

I really love it.

Annan raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the old man.

"Just tell me what you want."

Annan calmly narrated in an unquestionable tone: "As long as the price is right, it's easy to negotiate."

Hearing this, the old man took a breath.

The expression on the bandaged face was unclear, but you could vaguely feel that he relaxed and seemed to understand something.

"...I see. Did you invent the ritual yourself?"

"It's really me."

Annan replied calmly: "But I have been reborn and lost my previous memory. If you ask me how to perform the ceremony, I can't answer you."

Anyway, let’s admit it first. I did use some kind of self-rebirth ritual.

Faced with Annan's answer, Bernardino did not give up.

He just asked: "I heard that the Popes of the Moth Mother passed on from generation to generation and came back from the dead... They never have any memory of the previous generation, but they are always the same soul.

"Are you using rituals from this realm? Can the rituals and magic from the 'Moth' realm supplement your soul?"

——As expected.

After hearing Bernardino's inquiry, Annan confirmed his suspicion.

...Bernardino must have almost burned out his soul.

Refining the elements to the extreme, intending to sublimate your soul...but you don't have a suitable book of truth.

Is he looking for a way to escape death and extend his life? Is he planning to wait until the Book of Truth that he can use is born before snatching it?

"I don't know. But from your description, it should be like this. But what I know clearly is that in addition to memory, there is also corresponding knowledge."

"This should indeed be a magical magic in the moth realm..."

Bernardino breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much...Mr. Duke."

Annan asked: "Speaking of which ~IndoMTL.com~ what would have happened if I had killed you?"

Hearing this, Bernardino hesitated for a moment.

The face under the bandage was silent for a while, and he still answered: "As a reward, I will answer your question.

"I have a curse that has been strengthened to the limit and engraved with inscriptions. Anyone who has killed me will be bound by the 'dry soul curse'. When they are sleeping, their memories and knowledge will continue to flow. I...this is one of the reasons why I am strong."

"Oh?"

When Annan heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

"Then may I ask, from whom did you learn about my existence?"

"...This is another question, my lord."

Bernardino chuckled, his voice getting lower and lower, and he slowly lowered his head.

He was finally drained of life by his own spirit.