Cthulhu Gonfalon

The light flashed, and one high-ranking master quickly arrived.

"How to do?"

"Save people first!"

"Save who?"

"Are you stupid! Is there another one saved?"

"With great prayers, there should be salvation."

"Use it for you!"

"That's it."

This is the dialogue between two of the high-level wizards.

"Search for the soul! Don't let the soul go to the underworld, otherwise it will increase the difficulty of resurrection!"

"Strange, only one soul is found, and the other is gone."

"It may have been destroyed by the attack. It’s not so strange to destroy so many souls."

"No matter what, the soul that needs to be resurrected anyway is still there."

This is a dialogue between several other high-level wizards.

When you are finished, you should be resurrected.

Of course, there are temples and priests in the Tower of the Most High. After only a while, the high-ranking pastor of the Temple of the Mystery has arrived and displayed the "Resurrection of Higher Ages".

The body of the intelligence chief is somewhat incomplete. The most troublesome thing is that there is a small part of the head. Ordinary resurrection is powerless for such a corpse. Only high-level resurrection can solve this problem.

This spell is powerful and costly. The high-ranking priest will be overloaded because of excessive absorption of divine power. At least half a year of rehabilitation is required to recover. To fully restore strength, no two or three years is impossible.

But even for the higher resurrection, the effect is not perfect. The intelligence director who was killed by Wood will also be weak. Because his brain is almost completely broken, his mind will be confused for a long time. Even if it is well-conditioned, it may leave such unresponsiveness and lack of memory. Such sequelae.

There is no doubt that he can't be a head of intelligence who needs a clear-cut position.

Wood's sword, originally for this purpose, will only stab his eyebrows.

As a ace spy, Wood's own spell ability is not very strong, but his understanding of the spell is still very deep, especially for various resurrection, it is more well known.

He is very clear that unless the legendary spells such as the Great Prayer is sent out, even if it is a higher resurrection, there is no way to resurrect a man who has been shattered without leaving a sequel.

When the spies are engaged in assassinations, how to make the opponents resurrect and lose their threats when the conditions are not enough to make the opponents unable to resurrect, but a course that requires special study.

In that class, Wood got a perfect score.

A few decades later, he proved by practice that he did not have any falsehood of perfect scores, and he did learn well.

The newly resurrected intelligence director was escorted and left, and the high-ranking mages also left, and the deputy in charge of the spy work stood there silently, watching Wood be magically turned into a gray place, his face dark.

"There is nothing to sigh, you can't think he will do this kind of thing." Instead, the former spy who met him came to comfort him. "You will definitely be censored in a few days, but I guess you can pass. After all, This kind of thing... no one can think of it."

"I should not advise him to come back with me."

"How do you say... Some mistakes can't be made, and it's a dead end. You don't want to persuade him, there is no difference in his results."

"That... maybe he will always run away. The ability to escape is very powerful, no one can hold him."

"But do you think he will be willing to run away like this?"

"...no, he is so proud, it must be so dead."

"So for him, this is already the best ending." The former spy, now the Supreme Tower's patrol magician sighed, "I also saw it, and most of them have some grudges. Oh! This It’s really awkward to involve personal grievances in the work!”

"Can people still be resurrected."

"No way, who is called Lanperus?" The inspector sighed. "My work today is almost over, let me have a drink, how?"

"Well, anyway, I have nothing to do..."

When the last row of people was gradually drifting away, on the empty street, Xiongxiong smiled and said to the soul of Wood, who was hidden by his spellcasting: "Now you have nothing to do anyway, give me a job." How is it done?"

Wood looked at him deeply. After a long time, he asked, "Is this all arranged by you?"

"How is it possible! Where can I come up with such a big skill!" Yan Xiong smiled and shook his head. "I am just watching."

Wood's face does not believe, look at his eyes, if you use the network language on the earth, you can roughly interpret it as "I don't lie to me if I read less."

"I really didn't lie to you!" Yan Xiong naturally saw what he meant, and sighed, "I am a little unreliable in doing things, but the exercises are still necessary. I am really not doing this kind of digging." I like it. I have always respected those who have ideals and principles. You insist on loyalty to the French Federation. This is a bit silly, but stupid is respectable. How can I do this kind of thing that strikes you?"

Wood still didn't believe it very much, but he didn't have any special reason for "don't believe" at the moment, so he thought about it and asked: "The panacea that Ferenck's big lord used to save my life, should not Will it be yours?"

"I gave it to you. I think people like you shouldn't die like that without meaning."

"Then I am so dead now, do you think it makes sense?"

"Make meaningful or not, it is you, not me." Yan Xiong said with a smile, "Do you think your current death is meaningful?"

Wood snorted, bowed his head and meditated for a long time, then smiled.

"I think it makes sense. Although I hope to have better results, this result is at least not unacceptable. Anyway, I will at least remove some obstacles for the development and progress of the Federation."

Yan Xiong laughed: "It seems that in the past few years, you have learned a lot in the Northwestern Republic. If you develop and improve anything, you will open your mouth."

Wood was stunned by him, thinking carefully and sighing softly.

"You are right. Over the years, I have learned a lot in the Northwestern Republic..." He sighed, very embarrassed. "I wanted to contribute what I learned to the motherland to promote federal progress. As it turns out, I think things are too simple."

Xiong Xiong smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, it’s all gone. There is a saying that ‘the deceased has been smashed’, you are dead, and die for the sinister union of the sect of the faculty, which is enough.”

He said, he returned to the original topic: "You have done enough for the federation, are you interested in doing things for me? Rest assured, I will not let you be enemies with the Federation."

This time, Wood only hesitated for a little while, and he bowed his head to Yan Xiong.

"I have studied a lot in the Northwestern Republic, and you have saved me more than once... As long as you are not an enemy of the Federation, you can do whatever I want."