Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 307 Sealing the Mind, A Promise of Peace of Mind

“That’s impossible.” Torek frowned slightly. “You should know that Rekton regularly sends people to Mawk to conduct physical examinations for the citizens. Sometimes they are mages from the Mage Guild, and sometimes they are priests from the Temple. Rugan has been confirmed as a non-magical person three times in a row. Could their judgment be wrong?”

“No, that’s not right…” But soon, Torek raised his hand to his forehead, denying his own statement. “The last physical examination was two years ago, before Lessing fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps something happened to Rugen afterward? And this magic is hidden too well. Perhaps that’s how it fooled the mages and priests?”

“That’s right, Mr. Torek.” Sophia turned to Torek, “What we need to do now is not to convict Rugan, nor to find out the culprit behind him, but to temporarily halt this series of events.”

Torek paused for a moment, then said, "Will you take him with you? To Renekton."

“We will follow the High Priest’s instructions.” Sophia did not answer directly, her tone was somewhat stiff, as if she were just going through the motions.

The atmosphere fell silent. Torek seemed to be deep in thought, his olive-green eyes dark and unfocused.

The group then split into two teams. Leo Potter and Xu stayed in Prince Lessing's bedroom to try to solve the source of the magic.

Idne, Sophia, and Torek will bring Rugen into the palace. If there is resistance, Riopot and Sophia will come with magical artifacts to carry out the arrest.

The Temple is not an organization with only a name; they can do far more than people imagine, such as time travel and cross-class confrontation.

Of course, this comes at a huge cost.

Meanwhile, the purification of the World Tree's area is still underway.

[Moshe, young chieftain of the witch clan. You have broken the agreement. I will compensate you accordingly after everything is over.]

For the first time, the World Tree's consciousness was so close to Moche, existing in every inch of space without using leaves as a medium, as if it had seeped through his skin and melted into his blood.

Mochet joked, "Even if you hadn't asked, I would have asked you for it myself."

What does the spirit fetus mean to the shamanic people?

There are many interpretations, but what is widely accepted among wizards is that it is the mark of becoming a wizard, the source of power, and the means of survival.

Just like the nurturing of life, the growth rate of each wizard's spiritual embryo varies. It may take a few months to form, or several years. And once formed, no one knows how long it will take for it to develop self-awareness.

It is part of the wizard, an intimate companion, and a child nurtured with all one's heart and soul.

This is an extremely special relationship that cannot be fully described in words.

Only in extreme circumstances will the spirit fetus be removed from the body or detonated directly.

The result is that he loses all his powers and becomes an ordinary human again.

The blood, sweat, and tears shed may vanish in an instant, and even the vitality of life may fade away.

Is this an extreme situation?

Mocher thought so.

The creator god is unable to descend to earth for some reason and can only interfere with the operation of the world through restrictions and human agents.

Suppressed by the rules of the World Tree, it barely managed to accumulate power and encountered a few people who could help it.

If we miss this opportunity, who knows how many more years we'll have to wait.

Three years? Ten years?

Or perhaps it's the short lifespan of humankind.

“We can begin,” Moshe said to the World Tree.

He could foresee that the purification process would not go too smoothly.

Arthas possesses divine power sufficient to nullify Arthas's magical powers. Coupled with the restrictions set by the creator god and Andasco's predicament, the World Tree must seize the opportunity, concentrate its power, and complete the task in one fell swoop.

[Thank you again, Moshe.]

The World Tree, situated at the top of the life form, was generous with its thanks. It infused the warm bed with life, its dense leaves trembling slightly, their surfaces radiating a comfortable warmth as they nestled close to Moshe's body.

The already moist and soft bed continued to shrink, the rich vitality was squeezed and merged, and then gradually became transparent until it completely enveloped Moche, in a way that simulated the mother body.

Moshe closed his eyes, feeling the warmth on his skin, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

To completely sever the already formed spiritual embryo, the connection between the spirit and the body must be severed first; otherwise, a lingering connection will form, increasing the pain and slowing down the process.

When the ball of light emerged from the sea, Nolan was already waiting respectfully, his face devoid of its usual smile, only showing seriousness and focus.

[Owner.]

[Help me stop the scales, Nolan.]

[Yes. ]

Nolan moved swiftly, his palm lightly touching the towering pillar, and the golden hourglass stopped moving. Then, the entire colossal object, carrying the tray, seemed to be petrified, turning into a still landscape.

This is the authority he possesses as the "steward" of the spiritual world.

Moshe flashed to the side of the Book of Memories, drew a small portion of his spiritual power from the Scales, condensed it into an exquisite chain, and wrapped it around the Book of Memories, sealing it off.

He then flew towards the chaotic region, looking down at the three unique landscapes, and gathered his remaining, immense spiritual power in front of him.

Having severed the spiritual embryo, one temporarily loses magical power. To survive in a world filled with magic, burdened by a body intolerant of magical energy, one can only continuously expend mental energy.

Then, the golden power slowly fell, like gentle rain, covering the grass, flowing over the eaves, merging into the river, and gradually covering the entire world.

Under intense use of his mental energy, Moshe had no energy left to operate his mental world, nor could he enter it.

This is a protective measure, which can be called a barrier or enclosure. It's equivalent to wrapping the house with an airtight wall when the owner is temporarily away, and then adding complex locks to every door and window.

To prevent anyone from forcibly entering his mental world and taking away or leaving something behind.

Having done all this, Moche prepared to leave.

The area covered by the golden power has ceased functioning and exists in a static state.

[Owner.]

Nolan approached Mocher, glanced at the sealed-off area, then turned to stare at him and asked:

Are you going to leave me here?

Moche released the remaining spiritual energy, which floated around Nolan like a golden ribbon.

No, I will take you out, but not now.

Moshe paused for a moment, but decided to tell him about it anyway.

[Once the World Tree establishes new rules, you will regain your body.]

It should have been unexpected, but Nolan didn't seem surprised. He blinked and smiled as he said:

[That's a reassuring promise. While remaining in your spiritual world in spirit form is nice, there's much more a physical body can do.]

Mocher felt it was necessary to remind Nolan of something.

The Clapham family needs...

Nolan interrupted him for the first time, not giving him a chance to finish speaking, as if determined to avoid something.

[I have learned a great deal from the Book of Memories. Please believe me, I will do better than that guy who left without permission.]

Nolan grasped his spiritual energy and brought it to his lips. The fluctuation of power stirred a gentle breeze, causing his long brown hair to dance. Golden light shone into his eyes, reflecting his only reflection.

The young man bowed slightly as he bid farewell, his posture respectful and elegant.

Well then, I wish you all the best.