Mage Joan

Heimdall heard a cough, turned his head and looked over here, his eyes full of concern, and was going to help Joan take care of Sir Castis.

However, when he saw that Lord Jue waved at himself, he withdrew his footsteps and remained at the door as always.

"Grandpa, your body is very weak. Walking and chatting is too much energy for you. It's better to go back to take a nap first and wait for you to recuperate. I will chat with you again." Qiao An couldn't help persuading.

"Siesta? No, boy, at my age, such a physical condition, siesta is a waste of life. In fact, I haven't slept in bed for more than ten years."

Sir Castis looked sad.

"I'm afraid that I can only enjoy a good night's sleep again until the end of my life. Fortunately for me, that day is not too far away."

"Grandpa, you shouldn't be so pessimistic..."

Joanne itself is not that kind of positive and optimistic character, so he persuades others to cheer up, but it seems hypocritical, and barely persuades Sir Castis, a few words, he feels pale and unconvincing.

"Boy, thank you for your concern. In fact, I am not pessimistic, and I did not give up sleep only for the purpose of cherishing time. In fact, I am a cowardly and fearful coward."

"I haven't been able to sleep peacefully over the years because I was afraid that my hair would be violent while I was asleep and strangle my neck."

Sir Castes made a "cut throat" gesture between his necks.

Jo Anton shuddered.

If someone told him that he was worried about being strangled by his own hair while sleeping, Joan would suspect that the other person's brain was wrong and was "persecuted paranoid."

However, Sir Castes said this, not joking, but also not blindly worrying about suspense, but stating objective facts.

"Grandpa, do you mean... The Seal of Abnormal Hair is no longer under your control, even killing your host?"

Joan tentatively asked.

Sir Castis nodded gently.

"But, IMHO, this is contrary to common sense."

Joanne couldn't help but question.

"Grandpa, let me tell you, I have similar seals on my body. I have also observed Rebecca's abnormal hair seals more than once, and I am quite familiar with this type of mutation symptoms."

"Indeed, the Holy Seal, which is a mutated human organ, has a certain degree of autonomy, and occasionally does not listen to the host's call, but I have never heard of the case of the Holy Seal trying to kill the host."

"The Holy Seal is like a virus that is parasitic in the human body. Compared with ordinary viruses in nature, the Holy Seal has two unique features."

"First, it has certain intelligence, and second, it cannot be transmitted from the host to other organisms like a real virus, and can only be inherited through the blood."

"These two characteristics determine that the Holy Seal has to coexist with its host for life. If the host is killed, the Holy Seal itself will usher in death. The Holy Seal's survival wisdom does not allow him to do so."

"My personal experience and observations have verified this. For example, when I am in danger, the Holy Seal will occasionally give an early warning, not only to protect me, but also to protect myself."

Joan looked at Sir Castes with a confused look in his eyes: "Grandpa, why is it that your seal of abnormal hair is unreasonable and you try to kill your host, is this not equivalent to suicide?"

"You have a deep understanding of the Holy Seal, Joan, deserves to be a genius mage at Meadgard University, but the general principles you have summarized do not apply to me as a'special case'."

Sir Castis sighed, and the smile on his lips revealed a bit of bitterness.

"The reason why my Seal of Abnormality tried to kill the host was that it sensed a supreme command from its creator, and placed me first in murder, even higher than its own survival, in order to complete In this mission, it has been looking for an opportunity to die with me, and I have been careful to prevent it from giving this opportunity."

Joan was stunned and seemed to understand something, but more questions came up.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean, there are many questions to ask you..."

"Don't worry, boy, we still have a lot of time to discuss this matter. Just ask if you have any questions." Sir Castis pointed to the pond in front of the garden. "Let's go over there, sit down and rest for a while, slow Chat slowly."

There is a curved shaded corridor made of white marble on the side of the pond. On the side of the porch near the pond, there are three armchairs, which seem to be a place where the owner and visitors can rest and fish.

Joanne helped Sir Castes to sit on the poolside porch, and he also sat on the adjacent chair.

"Grandpa, I'm curious. How can you sustain your body after a long sleepless period?"

"Not sleeping, does not mean not resting." Sir Castes explained with a smile. "You should know that this race of elves does not need to sleep. As long as you close your eyes and meditate for four hours every day, you can dispel fatigue. , Restore energy and achieve the effect equivalent to getting enough sleep."

"In order to avoid being murdered by my own hair in my sleep, I managed to learn the meditation secrets of the elves, replacing the deep sleep with meditation, and maintaining a sense of alertness during the break, without giving the Seal of Abnormal Hair an opportunity. "

"In this contest, it is my host who has the upper hand, but the seal of Yifa and the master behind her are not willing to admit defeat. Since they can't kill me altogether, they turn to me in another way. Extracting nutrients from my body and strengthening myself also makes me weaker and weaker."

"Children, as the owner of the Holy Seal, you have probably discovered a rule that the growth of the Holy Seal is closely related to the nutrients you ingest. The food you eat into your stomach, digesting and decomposing the nutrients, there will always be a part of the Holy Seal absorbed by the Holy Seal. , Used to strengthen itself, the nutrients stolen by this'parasite', usually less than one-tenth, which does not hinder the host's body."

"But speaking of it, after all, I am a special case. The parasitic seal on my body can steal up to half of the nutrients, which means that half of the food I eat in my stomach is used to feed my hair."

"We humans will not be able to become stronger just because we eat more and better food. However, the Holy Seal is different and absorbs more nutrients, so we can evolve stronger."

"If I eat a lot in order to meet my own health needs, it is tantamount to promoting the evolution of the sacred seal, making it stronger and stronger until it exceeds my control limit."

"If it were that day, even if my mind was still clear, I would be unable to stop the strange seal from committing murder."

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