"That's right, thousands of years." Edgeworth explained, "The last recorded killing of the wandering giant beast was in April 1965 in the Glorious Calendar."

"But...I have another theory." He raised the container in his hand and looked at the liquid in the bottle, "I have checked the records in the Basatona Empire, the Lansu Kingdom, and the Arabella Empire. , I found that the appearance time of the wandering giant beast was a bit strange——"

"Their appearance time, observation time, and hunting record time are all concentrated in a few time periods, and there are no records at other times."

The pages of the automatic book in Edgeworth's mental sea scrolled to the records he had transcribed. Only the time and approximate records were transcribed, making this point more clear.

"Is there a gap period...sleep?"

"It's not a deep sleep." Edgeworth shook his head, "I have already made speculations about the phantom world. These things have nothing to do with you now. At least until you grow to the level of a formal wizard, I will let you know. You were involved in this matter."

"Let me participate?" Art's eyes widened and he pointed at himself.

"Good for you." Edgeworth glanced at him. Regarding the Phantom World, even a timid wizard would not refuse. After all, the Phantom World is related to the future of every wizard. Being able to enter the Phantom World Although there will be dangers in the world, the things that can be obtained at the same time cannot be accumulated in hundreds of years.

"Ignore this for now, do you want to see the memory of the wandering beast?" Edgeworth raised the crystal container in his hand, "The memory of the monster and the caster are different. The memory of the caster changes with the spirit and flesh. The bridge, that is, the gradual strengthening of the spiritual vortex, will be transferred to the soul, while the body will basically not retain the memory. The memories of monsters and most extraordinary people will remain in the body and in the blood, which is the inheritance memory. ."

"Would you like to give it a try? Although the chance is very low, it is possible to obtain blood inheritance when observing the inheritance memory." The great wizard's tone was full of bewitchment, and he almost even used suggestion subconsciously.

Art thought carefully and then asked aloud:

"Is there any danger?"

"Probably not."

"Then there is?"

"You can also say that."

"How dangerous is it?"

"syncope."

"Then I accept it." After a series of inquiries to confirm the risks, Art nodded in agreement.

Edgeworth couldn't help but shook his head. This kid was even more cautious than him: "You kid..."

He didn't tell the truth.

In fact, as a human being, it is very dangerous to accept the memory of a monster, but in order to confirm whether Art is who he expected, he needs to be verified.

The method of verification is to receive memory inheritance through the blood of monsters.

If the other party is really the one, then he will not fail in accepting the inherited memory of the Wandering Behemoth that is closely connected to the Phantom Realm. He will definitely succeed where others are destined to fail.

The previous breakage of the lucky ring was completely confirmed.

Is it the era of ** again?

Do those idiots in the Holy Light Holy See think they can escape by parasitically transforming the Cross Church and transforming mages into another type of spell caster?

It's so stupid.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Edgeworth's heart, but it soon turned into sadness.

As a great wizard of prophecy, he knows more things than others.

The elves who have lost their gaze, the abyss and hell at the source of evil, humans as the protagonists of the era, the gradually disappearing humanoid alien race, the escaped dragon race...

Haha, after ten thousand years, it will become an admirable epic.

Even if he is the great wizard of Wuhen's prophecy, he can't get rid of it. No, he is just a small role.

Even the Pope who is closest to the top, the wizard emperors of various empires, the two mercenary kings who were all-powerful at that time, the greatest prophet, the Eye of the Future, and Pasha Memnon, the son of Chaos, forcibly determined the relationship between humans and aliens.

The mercury singer of order...and other strong men, none of them can break free.

The stronger you are, the harder it is to escape from the prison.

Everyone is a puppet on a string. The stronger they are, the stronger and stronger the puppet string becomes.

They can only wait quietly, waiting for the great drama of the times, waiting to change their destiny.

change destiny?

Who can know whether "changing destiny" is the trajectory of destiny?

Edgeworth looked at the back of his hand, as if there was an invisible thread leading to the sky.

I don’t know when exactly this tragic opera that has been praised by the world will start to be performed.

"Aurora Holy Son", "Twin Sages", "Eye of Evil Night", "Mercenary Emperor", "Revenant Player", "Son of the Abyss", "Cursed Humanoid"...

Your Excellency, the Eye of the Future, whose life is approaching, only left these names before his death, and some other names were wiped out before he was finished...

The drama of thousands of years ago was not the beginning at all, but now is...

It is called an epic tragic opera. Is the young man in front of me one of them?

The Dead Soul Player? The Eye of Evil Night?

Edgeworth glanced at his broken ring. If the other party was one of them, then it would explain why Fast would accept this young man as his apprentice...

"Art." Edgeworth looked at Art, "Take this."

The container in Edgeworth's hand flew towards Art.

And Art also subconsciously stretched out his hands to grab it.

"I will separate the blood of the wandering beast inside. You can try to use psychic energy to penetrate it and try to sense it." Edgeworth's tone was very flat, sounding like he thought Art would gain nothing at all.

Same.

"Wrap perception with psychic energy..." Art frowned, and then he saw the tiny red threads in the container floating up from the container and floating in front of his eyes.

Glancing at the old man in blue robe twenty meters away, Art took a deep breath, and the dark spiritual energy in the spiritual sea surged out.

The light black spiritual energy wrapped up the hair-like red blood thread, and the next moment, a strong sense of abnormality came.

In an instant, he felt something change happening around him.

Huhu——

Art only felt that the vision around him instantly turned into a vast expanse of white.

He wanted to do something, but his body gave no feedback at all——

It's just like watching the battle from the main perspective in a virtual reality game.

Rumble——

A huge roar sounded in Art's ears.

The angle of view slowly rises.

A huge eye that seemed to occupy the entire sky looked down from the white sky.

ps: It’s one hundred and twenty chapters, and some foreshadowings can be revealed - "Epic of Sadness".

Some of the characters represented by the titles have already appeared, so it should be easy to guess.

Also dig deeper holes.
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