Chapter 182 The Plan of Suspended Animation

"...Is this, my nightmare?"

After a brief silence, Don Juan Geraint spoke softly.

After he saw that "John" used the magic of Silver Sir, he had a general understanding.

"That's natural."

It was not Annan who answered, but Benjamin Foster.

He patted Don Juan on the head and laughed softly: "Didn't you expect it long ago, Don Juan?"

"...No, I'm just a little worried."

Don Juan Geraint shook his head.

His eyes were not the loss of knowing that he was dead.

Instead, he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

This attitude is...a bit strange.

On the other side, Benjamin smiled at Annan: "Long time no see, 'Ghirlandaio'."

"But I'm not that Ghirlandaio."

Annan announced in advance.

Benjamin shook his head: "Of course I know. I also know exactly what 'Ghirlandaio' is.

"Just when I saw your face... I knew where you got your password and what you were going to ask me about. A person who can be recognized by Master Michelangelo, character and ability Naturally it is guaranteed."

"...let me guess."

Annan replied softly, "Did you guess that the third prince would want to kill you?"

Benjamin smiled when he heard the words.

He didn't answer directly. This was a rhetorical question to Annan: "How many times have you come to this nightmare?"

"Counting the number of failures, this is the third time."

Annan replied quickly.

Benjamin chuckled lightly.

I saw three chairs with backrests and armrests slowly growing out of the huge wooden fist.

He reached out for Annan and Don Juan to sit down.

"Since you can get the approval of Master Michelangelo and see him... I guess what you entered should be Gerald's nightmare."

Benjamin asked slowly, "So, Gerald is dead... right?"

"yes."

Annan replied honestly: "Besides, I also saw Don Juan killed. You were killed by Claus with an anti-curse."

Hearing this, Benjamin grinned and smiled silently.

Don Juan on the side also looked at Benjamin blankly.

Don Juan looked at Annan curiously and asked, "What kind of anti-curse... You mean, the teacher's curse?"

"……What's wrong?"

Seeing Don Juan's reaction, Annan asked back in his heart, "It's your old butler who fed Benjamin poisonous wine mixed with squid juice. Is there something wrong here?"

"This is where the problem lies."

Benjamin smiled.

He knocked on the armrest and asked Annan, "You should know about my curse, right?"

"Yes. 'Can't eat squid' and 'Can't refuse wine from someone older than me'."

"—So, how many spells did I break when I drank poisoned wine?"

Benjamin asked.

An Nan's pupils shrank slightly.

He suddenly realized something...

He had been thinking about "poisoned wine" before.

But the real problem is...

If Benjamin drank 'poisoned wine mixed with squid juice', and the poisoned wine itself was enough to poison him, there was no need to mix it with squid juice.

And if the power of the poisoned wine is not enough to poison him, then his drinking of the poisoned wine means that he did not reject the poisoned wine. That is, it did not violate the latter curse.

- In other words.

The two curses held by Benjamin are actually mutually exclusive.

No matter what, he can only satisfy one...

And Klaus will use this as a killer, there is only one possibility.

"—The information obtained by the third prince is fake news?"

Annan blinked and reacted: "He thought your curse was, 'You can't drink the wine given by the old man' and 'You can't eat squid'?"

Don Juan looked at Benjamin a little dazedly.

And Benjamin nodded calmly: "It's 'you can't drink the wine sent by the old man' and 'you can't eat roasted green plums'.

"It's okay, the reaction speed is okay, and the memory is okay. It's just that the brain can't move a bit."

Benjamin commented a little harshly: "I'll ask you again - you should have seen my body, right?"

"……yes."

Annan nodded.

He recalled the scene when he came out of the copy:

Benjamin was lying on the table, his mouth was full of blood, his teeth and plates were stained red, and his eyes were dark. Lying beside him was Don Juan, who was also overflowing with blood, and the old butler who was pierced by a long sword behind his back and was dying.

The only difference is that the silver ring on Benjamin's right hand is gone. His robes and jewelry were also removed, just like an ordinary old man.

...like an ordinary old man?

Annan's pupils shrank.

- Until then, he finally understood everything.

Benjamin is extraordinary!

Bronze-rank superhumans will not have any particularly obvious changes after death.

But the silver-level transcendents are different...

Just like Gerald at the time. When he died, his whole body turned into a skeleton and then disintegrated directly into pieces.

How could Benjamin's body be so normal?

It's just that the bearer and robe are missing, just like an ordinary old man...

But the problem is, Benjamin is no ordinary old man at all!

"...That is, a fake corpse."

Annan replied quickly.

Benjamin nodded in approval and said, "That's right. It's like the body you're using now... This is the basic spell of the Idol School, called 'Puppet Mud Figure Body'.

"My original plan was to use 'I'm not here' to block my own existence after drinking poisoned wine and suspended animation. Then I used the shaping spell to make a double that looks exactly like me grow on my seat. , and then use the 'Puppet Mud Statue' to make my stand-in.

"So if you look closely at my body, you should be able to find that it weighs a lot more than an old man."

In Benjamin's words, he habitually brought a hint of his mentor's temperament and commented:

"There's no way to hide the emotions of those people. That Klaus is just a countryman with advanced mistakes and no gold in his life. He has no idea how great wizards are... The fear and restlessness in the hearts of those he brought. , in my eyes."

...No way, I wasn't a superhuman at that time.

Annan shook his head and remained silent.

——Benjamin is indeed able to use incapacitation.

Annan remembered what Salvatore told him.

Benjamin will use the four spells of 'Soul Reaper', 'Transformation', 'Shaping', and 'Idol', but only transformation and shaping have a level close to the golden level.

... In other words, the spells of the two schools of Soul Requisition and Idol should at least have the level of the bottom of the Silver Rank.

The answer to a question made Annan have more questions in his heart.

"So, what happened to Klaus in the end?"

Annan asked.

The corners of Benjamin's mouth rose slightly: "Are you asking me about the future?"

He didn't say anything, but he said, "I should let him go...because we don't want to startle the snake."

"...Teacher, am I really dead?"

Don Juan Geraint asked impatiently.

Benjamin looked at him, his eyes flat and calm: "It depends on you... how you define 'death'.

"This is what your father asked me to do. He doesn't want you to enter the frozen water port, because there is a real god there. The gods will know who the broken chapter of the truth is. But your majesty has a life... you You must die here. There is only Frozen Water Harbor, a place completely out of reach of the rotman, but still in Noah's kingdom - so, you are only allowed to die here.

"Your Majesty would rather give the fragment of truth that you are about to conceive to Duke Bone than to give it to a rotman.

"The Three-Eyed Raven will never betray the crown, so you have no choice.

"Because you are the one who hatched the truth. Only when you die can the fragments of truth be revealed.

"If you stay in the capital, you will only die suddenly one day, making the rotten a real god...

"So my plan and your father's plan is to let you die here. Throw out the hot potato of the broken chapter of truth. Find a way to steal your soul and resurrect it. After all, you are a supernatural being... although only Bronze, but at least there is a small possibility of resurrection.

"I didn't tell you this in advance because your acting was not real enough. Only real death can win the trust of Klaus."

Benjamin said flatly: "So, 'Don Juan Geraint' must die, but you may still survive. This time I brought a lantern that imprisoned your soul, and may be able to save you. I'll give it to you again. Find a baby body with direct bloodline of Geraint...and you may be resurrected.

"But from now on, you are not Don Juan Geraint either. You must not think of him as you. You will never have anything to do with the name - remember, remember.

"Don't covet the name of your past life."