Chapter 125 The Curse of Salvatore

"……Well."

Salvatore opened bloodshot eyes.

It's nine o'clock.

He hadn't slept enough...but couldn't sleep any more.

Black, cobweb-like splinter marks have crawled out of the bronze necklace around his neck, covering his collarbone and throat silently.

And after Salvatore woke up, they began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually retreating back into the necklace.

"...It's almost enough."

Salvatore muttered, "I'll have to find someone to knock me out once... my body can't take it anymore."

Only if he suddenly passed out, the curse will not respond.

When in the Black Tower of Zedi, Salvatore would usually go to a reincarnator when he was too tired to steal his mind and control himself to sleep.

Because it's not "Salvatore" sleeping.

This way the spell will be avoided.

Similar to all transcendents.

The power that Salvatore gets from the curse is also related to the content of his curse——

"I can't take it anymore? I smell the purifying of nightmares, Thrall."

A deep voice with a crazy echo sounded in his heart: "Don Juan is really amazing, much better than you."

"……what?"

Salvatore was a little surprised: "Has he entered a nightmare?"

He was not surprised that this voice was always hitting him.

Many people think that Salvatore's spell is to be able to do something in a dream - such as learning in a dream, or reciting something. That's why his strength grows so fast, so he seems to be able to remember everything...

But as long as Salvatore knew, they all guessed wrong.

very few people know,

What is Salvatore's real curse...

Salvatore's spell is called "The Reflection That Never Sleeps".

It has exactly the same memory as Salvatore, but the personality is completely opposite to Salvatore; in most talents, it is also far superior to Salvatore - because he is Salvatore Torre's reflection.

The less Salvatore excels at, the better the reflection excels.

It also means that Salvatore can double-think at the same time.

Yes, the secret to how quickly he picked up a new skill was that he started learning it at the same time as his shadow.

Usually, Salvatore is slower than his own shadow.

So only Salvatore himself knows...he is not a genius. On the contrary, he is a rare idiot.

Otherwise, why is his own reflection stronger than himself everywhere?

But he was also grateful for his own reflection.

It is under the never-ending ridicule of the reflection that Salvatore's mentality and emotions can be so stable;

It is precisely because of the reference of the reflection that he can know what he needs to do and what kind of person he should become...

"You should ask Don Juan for something, Thrall. You can get it."

Shadow whispered in his heart: "He owes you too much."

"Okay, then I understand."

Salvatore nodded knowingly, covering his usual decision to take the exact opposite of Shadow's suggestion: "That is to say... I should go and greet Don Juan."

"Heh... go, trash."

Shadow had no objection to him.

He just whispered mockingly: "You almost couldn't wake up today.

"—You'll fall asleep sooner or later, you can't hold it anymore."

Shadow's voice was like a hungry wolf, hoarse and echoing: "Then give me your body."

"You're wrong, I won't..."

Salvatore covered his eyes with his hands, his eyes closed and expressionless.

Even in the Black Tower of Zedi, only his mentor, Benjamin, knew of Salvatore's true spell. This is why Salvatore speculates that Benjamin did not die.

Because his spell didn't get out of hand.

This means that he should have a secret keeper...

According to Benjamin's conjecture, the correct way to use this spell should be to exchange two selves with completely different ways of thinking and areas of expertise at any time, study and work at the same time, and take breaks alternately.

But the problem is... Benjamin told Salvatore that because Salvatore has a very good character, his "shadow" is absolutely not to be trusted.

Therefore, Benjamin specially set up a double seal for this curse.

Taking the world where Mr. Yao shed light of purification on the world at six in the morning as the anchor point, it unfolded to both sides for three hours. In this case, the starting position is three o'clock and the ending position is nine o'clock, which is three times three.

——The number "three" is magical in this world.

As the Lady of Silence, the god of veto and darkness, she is the protector of the third month, so any ceremony involving sealing must have the number "three". Many wizards believe that in a ritual of the same size, the more the number associated with the "three", the more power can be borrowed, and the better the effect of the ritual.

That is to say, Salvatore is not limited to sleeping between "three in the morning to nine in the morning".

But only during this time period, he will not be taken away from the control of his body when he sleeps...

In other cases, as long as he took the initiative to fall asleep, the shadow would climb out of the necklace and gradually spread. When the black trace spread to the forehead, it represented another Salvatore.

If you want him to go back - let him sleep again.

"Don Juan is here, Thrall."

At this moment, Shadow suddenly reminded: "There is a very scary person following him... I can't smell him."

"...A very scary person?"

Salvatore was a little puzzled and opened his eyes slightly.

For myself...or for the shadow?

"Senior, are you sleeping well?"

Annan knocked on the door softly and asked in a low voice, "Are you awake?"

"Come in, Don Juan."

Salvatore's gentle voice sounded: "I've been awake for a while."

Annan walked into the door with a smile, followed by Bishop Darryl.

Seeing Bishop Daryl, Salvatore was obviously startled.

"This... Your Excellency Bishop?"

"Yes, Bishop Darryl," Annan replied earnestly, "With his assistance and guidance, I have almost cleaned up Gerald's nightmare."

Bishop Daryl just nodded with a smile.

On that chubby face, there was a kind smile without any scheming.

"May you also be loved by the silver lord today, the respected son of the black tower... and our respected lord."

Bishop Daryl said, salutes Salvatore and Annan respectively, his fat body makes his movements look a bit funny.

When he was just dragging his tone, Salvatore obviously felt his heart quiver.

"You ask him if he can see me?"

Shadow's low and hoarse voice resounded in Salvatore's heart with some excitement.

But Salvatore chose to remain silent based on the attitude that more is worse than less.

"Looks like you have something to talk about."

Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Then I won't bother the old man.

"Lord Lord, I will take the corpse of Lord Viscount to the police station to wait for you. Just come to me after you have dealt with it."

"Excuse me, Bishop."

Annan nodded earnestly and made a cold and crisp voice.

Soon, Daryl closed the door and left.

"Tsk tsk, what a lovely child."

Shadow laughed in Salvatore's heart: "It's just that the scheming is too heavy...the scheming is too heavy to grow taller.

"He's acting, Thrall. Why don't you ask him who you are? I promise you'll be able to swindle his identity."

——You speak slowly, and I will lose if I believe a nonsense from you.

As always, Salvatore completely ignores all the usual advice from Reflection.

From this point of view, he is also very grateful for his shadow.

It is undoubtedly a mirror of oneself...it can be used to alert yourself at any time, remind yourself not to forget to be grateful, to remind yourself to maintain moral standards at all times, to remind yourself not to doubt others easily.

This stubbornness, never willing to change himself, is also the opposite of his reflection—a characteristic of Salvatore himself.