Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 178
Ahmed is an observer.

Or rather, used to be.

There are 12 councilors who decide the direction of the entire arcane empire, each of them is the best arcanist, and among them, Balmond is the most powerful.

In addition to members of parliament, there will be 36 observers in some less important meetings.

Don't look at the observers who don't have any right to speak, and can only watch those congressmen messing up the situation, but every congressman has grown up slowly from the observers.

It can be seen from this that Ahmed once had a rather glorious history, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a small group of people standing at the top of the pyramid!
But all of this has come to naught not long ago.

Need to know first.

Even as an observer, the starting threshold must be a legendary mage.

And the reason why Ahmed has such a strong strength has a lot to do with his talent that is different from ordinary people since he was a child——

He could hear the murmurs of corpses!

Ahmed himself couldn't explain why he had this strange ability.

But also because of this, Ahmed liked to run to the cemetery since he was a child, and he also learned a lot of useful knowledge intermittently from the corpses of some mages buried there!

Compared with others, Ahmed is not afraid of corpses, because he sees them as just a friend with whom he can communicate.

However, not all the corpses were willing to communicate with Ahmed, and many of them showed strong malice.

After being tricked several times, Ahmed gradually learned to distinguish the true from the false, and further expanded his range of friends on the condition of fulfilling the last wishes of these corpses.

Relying on this special talent, Ahmed has made great progress on the road of magic, gathered the strengths of thousands of families to condense the legendary power, and began to be able to make his own voice in the Arcane Empire!

And influenced by the radical experimental style of the Arcane Empire.

After Ahmad gained a high position and power, he naturally wanted to figure out what was going on with his ability to communicate with dead bodies!

But the realm of the soul is not so easy to explore.

Even Italek, after more than 2 years of exploration, still dare not say that the so-called soul has no secrets in front of him, let alone Ahmed himself.

After a long period of failure, his research became more and more radical, and he even began to capture other elves as experimental materials!
The intensified disappearances were quickly noticed by the monitoring team, especially after receiving reports from political opponents, Ahmed's actions were immediately exposed to the sun!
Although compared to other experimental accidents, Ahmed's impact was not so bad that he would be doomed.

But emptying political assets and spending hundreds of years in a black prison will definitely not escape.

What makes Ahmed even more depressed is that.

All the experiments he has done so far have failed to make him understand the nature of his talent and the reason for its formation!
The bamboo basket was empty.

After being imprisoned, he no longer had his place in the council, and the power he had struggled for most of his life turned into a cloud of the past, and his own secrets were not clear.

Confused, Ahmed unknowingly came to a tavern he would never go into before.

Just like the experimental materials he had forcibly captured before, he ordered a stimulating alcoholic drink to get drunk, letting his rational and cold thinking become loose and blurred a little bit.

But it seems that the world has always been full of malice towards me, even at such a moment of longing for relaxation, there are guys who don't have long eyes and stubbornly come to disturb me.

"Tell me, do you want to become stronger?"

Hearing what the blond man said with a smile, Ahmed sneered, and the slight drunkenness brought by alcohol made it rare for him to talk about sex.

"Become stronger? This is just an endless road to be cursed. It is an unfortunate ordeal that has been imprinted on everyone from the moment they become extraordinary.

Is the star mage strong enough?
But as powerful as Balmond, he was still vulnerable to the envoy sent by the dragon at the star ball that year. As long as he moved his hands casually, Balmond, who seemed to be all-powerful now, would turn into a corpse!
Strength is no longer attractive to me, my strength is enough.

In contrast, I am more willing to find out the mystery hidden in me, the curse that guides me to communicate with the lingering undead wandering in the world! "

"Why do you think this is a curse? If I'm not mistaken, it was this talent that made you a fortune when you were weak."

He glanced at the uninvited guest.

Ahmed watched the other party quickly and gracefully dismember the large sizzling steak on the table, and poured a big mouthful of cold butter beer from time to time.

This man, who came to the conclusion that he was ordinary to ordinary under his repeated spell detection, had a relaxed expression, as if he took everything he said as a lunatic's joke.

Self-deprecating smile.

Ahmed put aside the skepticism in his heart, took a sip of butter beer and said in a strange manner.

"This is a key to the world of the dead, and it is now hidden deep in my body.

No matter how powerful an existence is, it will age and die under the power of time, but I don't want to, I want to have endless time to squander, allowing me to explore the endless magical world!
And only by first understanding the mystery that makes those undead remain in the corpse for a long time, can I have a chance to become immortal as a living person!
However, so many years of hard work have come to nothing. How can such a huge pain not be called a curse? "

"Sounds like a great ideal, you have lived up to your talent."

As Ahmed vented his righteous indignation and danced with his hands and feet, the plates left by the steaks that the man had eaten had piled up as tall as a hill at some point.

Satisfied, he wiped his mouth.

Itarek looked into Ahmed's gray eyes, and in his soul, the Black Dragonlord saw something very interesting.

Just as Hartman was born insulated from magic, the soul possessed by Ahmed is also born to be particularly sensitive in certain aspects, which is why he can communicate with corpses.

"Your idea is not wrong, but you don't have the most basic conditions to start research.

After all, even the soul cannot be seen, so how can we hope to dig out the deep-buried mysteries? "

"……What's the meaning?"

Ahmed frowned.

He looked at Itarek suspiciously, with a look of vigilance unconsciously appearing in his expression.

Longwei revealed.

With the help of the opponent's stiff kung fu, Itarek pointed at the opponent's forehead, and quietly changed part of the structure of Ahmed's own soul with his exquisite technique.

In an instant, the arcanist's eyes were filled with a layer of gray mist like iron and lead.

The world of souls opened to him, a passport to the realm of the dead!
"Since you want to obtain eternity, then I will give you a chance, and whether you can get rid of the curse in your mouth as you wish, and even pursue magic from ancient times depends on whether you have the qualifications.

Remember to make good use of your wit and madness, they will be your best companions in school. "

Ahmed fell to the ground and convulsed violently.

The voice beside him moved away from him, and he could only vaguely see the man standing up calmly.

Ahmed wanted to hold him back, and there were too many doubts in his mind, but the many translucent dead souls that suddenly appeared in front of him immediately attracted all his attention, and the pair disappeared without a trace No trace!
The astonishing mutation lasted for more than half an hourglass.

The other drinkers approached him worriedly, and only when they saw that the trembling of Ahmed's body gradually subsided, did they tentatively ask.

"Hey bro, are you sick?"

"...No, no, no, this is not a disease, I have never felt so good now!"

Trembling, he got up from the ground, his once negative eyes were full of fanaticism.

From Ahmed's perspective, a series of illusory souls are looking at him curiously, and some even overlap with the living elves, retaining the various horrifying appearances before death.

"This is the soul? What an incredible power!"

Ignoring the eyes of others.

Ahmed touched his whole body in disbelief, and he soon noticed a strange feeling in his chest.

He fumbled to take out the book with a pure black cover. For some reason, just looking at it gave off an evil and gloomy aura, like staring at a dead soul.

But this feeling made Ahmed even more excited.

Flipping through the books ecstatically, Ahmed immersed himself in the vast ocean of knowledge belonging to the dead. The pleasure of realizing his long-cherished wish for many years made him even forget to guess Italek's true identity!
"Okay, the first copy of "Grasp of Darkness" has been sent out, so let's find other people."

In the long river of time.

Ahmed's fascinated look made Itarek nod his head. Such a motivated student is much easier to deal with than Hartman.

Just drop a handful of seeds at random and it will take root on its own, requiring no more tending.

It doesn't matter even if he fails, anyway, a guy who can play a similar role to him when he grows stronger, can still achieve Italek's goal if he says more or less.

Just as he was about to take Veronica to find the next target, Italek's body suddenly paused slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, Abyss is suddenly in a hurry, and the next task can only be completed by yourself."

"Don't worry, leave it to me, isn't it just a book, I will definitely not hold you back!"

"Row."

He patted Veronica on the head apologetically.

Italek activated the teleportation beacon, and after a familiar twirl, the world in front of him turned into the gloomy and oppressive abyss.

Turning his head, the pure white dragon, which he hadn't seen for many years, stood behind Itarek as expected, staring at him unblinkingly with his dark pupils.

"Tell me, what's the matter with asking me to come all the way here?"

"A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost, but how much time can a teleportation delay delay you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm going back if I'm fine."

Italek rolled his eyes.

Under the silent force of his gaze, the pure white dragon fidgeted and scratched his head, and looked around, not knowing what he was doing.

Inexplicably, Itarek actually saw a guilty conscience from his series of actions!
"That... If I remember correctly, you seem to have been staying with the elves all these years, right?"

The pure white dragon showed a shy and simple smile, and then said something that made his blood pressure skyrocket in the blank expression of the main body.

"The demons in the abyss will soon attack the elves, are you surprised or surprised?"

(End of this chapter)