Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 236 Two Selves
Sir Stoker was silent, he couldn't say anything.
Jon's question pierced into the depths of his soul like a sharp spear.
He knew very well that what Jon said was right, and his morals and ideas made him feel ashamed of his current choice.
But thoughts like shame and embarrassment cannot change the current situation.
"The contract regarding the blood-cursed orcs is actually a constraint in nature."
Jon was floating above the tower, holding the old parchment in his hand, looking down at the master and servant who were slumped on the ground.
"The Dark Lord found you and signed his real name on this contract, which means that there is another soul in his body that does not belong to him and is entangled with him and trying to occupy his body. He needs your ancestors' research to help him balance the two souls in his body."
"What I want to know is very simple, Sir Stoker. When you signed the contract, you must have known about the two souls that were separated in his body. Then who is the one who dominates the body of the Dark Lord? Who is the separated soul?"
Sir Stoke's face was full of struggle, his eyes were bloodshot and his messy white hair fluttered in the wind.
He underestimated Jon's means. The ability to fly in the air and erase magic had never been recorded in any spell book. According to his thinking, if Jon had the ability to subdue him from the beginning, then why should he compromise with him for all these days to overcome the secret on the stone slab together?
However, everything is irreversible now. The contract is in Jon's hands, and he has no chance of taking it back.
As for the memories in his mind, Sir Stocker did not lie. These memories that were stored separately were given extremely strict protection by the man.
No matter whether it was Legilimency or John feeding him Veritaserum, there was no way to get any information related to this memory.
He sat on the ground dejectedly, his face looking deathly pale.
"Can you... defeat him?"
Jon saw his hesitation. He knew very well that Sir Stoker was by no means an irredeemable bad person. On the contrary, he was very pure, otherwise he would not have said so much to him.
"Until the very end, I don't know if we can beat him."
Jon didn't lie or be perfunctory, he said it seriously.
"But it is precisely because this matter is unknown that it is worth doing, isn't it?"
Sir Stock seemed to have made up his mind, and he let out a long sigh.
"There's not much I can tell you, because even when we signed the contract, I knew very little. I may have known those things before, but my memory of them has been erased forever."
"You are right. That man used my ancestor's research not to separate the souls of humans and animals, but the souls between people. However, the souls he separated were actually his own."
Jon frowned and repeated Sir Stoker's last words.
"Himself?"
"I can conclude that even if we make a distinction, the two souls are definitely one person, they just have different thoughts, and the consciousness that found me and made me sign this contract is the one that always takes the initiative."
Ser Stoker looked at Jon.
"This contract can't make him rest easy. It can only be a temporary measure. My ancestor was unable to truly resolve the blood curse of the orcs. The contract he created can only extend the time it takes for the signatories to fully transform into beasts after distinguishing the souls of humans and beasts, allowing them to live past 30 years old. He is well aware of this, so he must be looking for other means to completely resolve this hidden danger in his body."
"If you want to do something, destroy this contract. That will allow the originally separated souls to come into contact again. They themselves are naturally opposed, because each consciousness wants to gain control of the body, which will bring him great trouble."
"at last……"
When he said this, the paleness on his face and the decadence in his eyes had faded away, Sir Stock's face became calm, and he stood up with the help of Rabill.
"I'm giving you one last piece of advice as a friend, Jon Green. You'd better leave here right now, take your classmates with you, and leave right away. I don't have control over the contract in your hand. It is independent, and the man on it must have left something I don't know about. He doesn't trust me, and he doesn't trust anyone else."
Jon didn't have time to think about the information about the contract that came out of his mouth, but his face suddenly became ugly and he stared into Sir Stoker's eyes.
"Neville and the others didn't leave from here?"
"After that man came here, this tower was only under my control in name. No one knows how many things he actually left behind. But I am sure that after the secret on the stone slab is solved, the preparations he left behind will begin to take effect. You don't have much time now."
Jon looked at Sir Stoke deeply, put away the parchment, turned around and flew into the tower without any delay.
He put his wand against his throat and cast an amplifying spell. Instead of taking the stairs that seemed to be in a state of chaos, he flew down one floor at a time.
With each floor he passed, he shouted the names of Neville and the others, but he still didn't get anything in the end.
Just when he had flown to the 20th floor, the tower suddenly began to shake!
The shaking feeling obviously came from under the tower, and the movement became louder and louder, causing the entire tower to begin to shake!
Jon's heart suddenly became extremely anxious.
He seemed to have guessed what might happen next, and shouted in an almost roaring voice while still going down.
"Neville!!!"
"Here! We are here!"
Finally, Jon heard a response. In front of the door of the 15th floor, three sheep ran out from a room without a door. The transformation spell on the three sheep was failing and they turned back into human forms such as Neville, Ron and Lee. At the same time, they were shouting at Jon in response, and behind them was a large group of black cats chasing them!
After seeing their situation, Jon waved his wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
The spell took effect instantly, and most of the black cats were suspended in mid-air. They were still swinging their limbs subconsciously, but they could only float in the air as if they were weightless.
