bookbashuk Chapter 226, page 225: Duke: Medivh is shit!
Chapter 226, page 225: Duke: Medivh is shit!
Chapter 226, page 225: Duke: Medivh is shit!
The news from the Duke's family about the Soul Palace, while not exactly shocking Ian for a whole year, definitely put him under considerable control for at least a few seconds.
no way.
Anyone in that situation would probably be just as bewildered as Ian.
If one insists on calling the story of Hogwarts a fairy tale, then it's plausible. However, Ian never expected to hear the name of his uncle's beloved in this era.
Lily Evans!
A character who will not be born for more than a thousand years, the mother of the savior Harry Potter, is actually a wizard in the Hall of Souls, and is active in this medieval world of swords and magic.
This was definitely information that the young wizard had not expected. It might also mean that the Soul Palace has the ability to travel through timelines and should have some way to avoid the possible effects of time travel.
At the very least, it should be able to reduce the impact of time travel; otherwise, if a group of people keep traveling through time, no matter how careful they are, it will definitely disrupt the original course of history.
"Is the means of exemption or reduction of cost the kind of shadow that covers the whole body?" The first thing Ian thought of was the shadow that covered the big gray wolf.
The gray wolf he captured seemed quite concerned about the disguise.
When Ian tried to dispel the shadow on the other person, the other person's fear and terror were very obvious. Perhaps this kind of pretense has both benefits and costs.
"Yes, it fits the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy." Ian had also studied the shadow a little before, and the information he could confirm was that the shadow was not pure magic, but more like a "shell" created by combining alchemical methods with magic. This was probably why the Duke said that all the Soul Temple wizards were shrouded in shadow.
Compared to magic, the greatest advantage of alchemical creation is that it does not require strong learning ability or talent, and can mass-produce things that are comparable to those that are complex magic.
obviously.
The shadowy "shell" that the Big Bad Wolf wears is definitely like the Soul Hall's "uniform," a mass-produced creation, large enough that any Soul Hall wizard or creature could obtain one.
"However, even so, the fact that my uncle's white moonlight became a wizard of the Soul Hall is still a bit too shocking. I wonder what my uncle's reaction would be if he found out."
"His expression will definitely be priceless... even his facial paralysis will be cured." Ian couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought; his mischievous heart was pounding with anticipation. It would be best if he could get his hands on a picture of Lily Evans or something! Then he could rummage through Snape's potions cabinet however he wanted!
Even if he managed to plunder everything, Snape would just pretend he didn't know and conveniently blame it on Harry Potter! The more Ian thought about it, the more restless he felt.
"Can you still contact the Soul Hall? That Cinderella... or Lily Evans, either way?" Ian couldn't help but ask, his enthusiasm for the Soul Hall making the Duke thoughtful.
of course.
His thoughts didn't prevent him from answering Ian's question. For nobles like him, multitasking was a basic skill, so he organized his words slightly before responding.
"I don't think I have that kind of means. The Soul Palace has never provided a way to contact them. In most cases, they take the initiative to contact me once a week."
"Of course, their target isn't me, but... my child." The Duke looked at little Morgan. "They have an almost incomprehensible concern for my daughter."
Speaking of it.
The Duke paused for a moment and gave his wife a look.
"Darling, your clothes seem to have some sauce on them. Let me take you to change." Ms. Iglen understood immediately and used the excuse that little Morgan had gotten his clothes dirty and needed to change to try and take little Morgan, who had been listening intently to the wizarding stories at the dinner party, away.
This is clearly an excuse to get Morgan away.
"Uh, okay." Morgan looked down at her skirt and, sure enough, found a small stain on the hem. She frowned and reluctantly stood up.
Even aristocratic etiquette still held a slight sway over her at her age. Perhaps someone else wouldn't care so much, but what could she do when the guests at the dinner were her teacher? Dinnering her teacher in dirty clothes would indeed be rather impolite.
"Sweetie, you'll be back in no time after changing your clothes." Ms. Iglen smiled slightly, gently took Morgan's hand, and kept coaxing little Morgan as they walked out.
Morgan glanced at her father, then at Ian, and finally nodded before following her mother out of the banquet hall. The Duke's expression grew even more serious after her figure disappeared through the doorway.
He took a deep breath and looked back at Ian. "Lord Prince, regarding the Soul Temple... I have some things I'd like to discuss with you."
Ian raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and asked with surprise, "Your Grace, is there something that requires us to speak behind Miss Morgan's back?"
It was obvious that he also knew why the Duke had sent Morgan away.
The Duke hesitated for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as if considering how to begin. After a while, he slowly said, "From a young age, Morgan has had an unusual curiosity and interest in dangerous things. She always enjoys exploring the unknown and mysterious, even at great personal risk."
"As her father, I naturally don't want her to pursue those dangerous secrets." It must be said that the Duke is quite competent as a father. He is much better than most nobles who don't care much about their daughters and even treat them as mere political pawns.
"I understand your concerns. Miss Morgan does indeed have a strong curiosity, which is where her potential to become an excellent witch lies. However, as her teacher, I will do my best to guide her and prevent her from getting into danger." Ian nodded, indicating his understanding, after all, he himself could be considered that kind of person.
but.
He belongs to a unique category of those who are both reckless and cowardly, while Ms. Morgan is probably just reckless, which can be seen from the cause of death she showed Ian.
Of course, Ian also had some doubts about the cause of death of his teacher, Ms. Morgan, but he was sure it wasn't that his teacher was deceiving him with false memories.
He guessed.
There are likely some reasons behind his teacher's death that Ms. Morgan hasn't revealed, which is consistent with the legendary black witch's modus operandi and narrative style. Even so, after repeatedly recalling Morgan's memory, Ian felt that even if there were circumstances related to his own arrangement of the pipes, his teacher's death was probably not something that had been prepared in advance; it was indeed a completely unexpected accident under certain circumstances.
Therefore.
This also reveals just what kind of reckless person this legendary black witch really was. And this recklessness is something that is almost always present from childhood.
"Yes, Your Excellency Prince, I appreciate that you understand my concerns. However, what I'm about to say is perhaps more complicated than you might imagine."
"And it's even more... how should I put it, even less known. It's best if too many people don't know about it, otherwise I can't imagine what kind of chaos it would cause."
The Duke's words successfully piqued Ian's curiosity.
"Your Grace, please speak." Ian's expression also turned serious. He leaned forward slightly, looking directly at the Duke, ready to receive information from him at any moment.
All I saw was...
The Duke dismissed all the maids and butlers before taking a deep breath. "Over the years, I've also conducted some investigations and research on the Soul Temple. This organization is very secretive, with almost no public records. But historically, you can always find some clues related to it."
A flicker of interest crossed Ian's eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "What traces did you find?"
This was exactly what Ian wanted to know; he could use it to glean more information about the Soul Palace and about himself. Not only him, but even Riddle was listening intently. Clearly, the young Dark Lord was also curious about the past and motives of this terrifying figure he had encountered.
"For example, the decline of various temples and the increasing rarity of miracles are all behind the shadow of this Soul Temple, as are many historical events involving important figures."
The Duke's expression became somewhat enigmatic, his gaze filled with wariness and hesitation, occasionally glancing at Riddle, Ian's wizard servant.
The vision of the great nobility.
He could see through Riddle's hypocrisy and inner darkness at a glance. Of course, he also knew he shouldn't ask why Ian had taken in such a follower.
However, when it came to the information he had gathered, the Duke did not go into too much detail, only briefly mentioning some information before making his own summary.
"I dare not go into the specific details, but I can tell you that the Soul Hall is not a benevolent organization. Its existence is often accompanied by intrigue, killing, and darkness."
"It doesn't matter to me dealing with the Soul Hall, since I'm not exactly a good person either, but my daughter... she's still too young, and I don't want her to have too much entanglement with the Soul Hall."
It's clear that the Duke is genuinely concerned about Morgan's situation.
Upon hearing this, Ian frowned slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Your Grace, do you mean that the Soul Temple has some kind of ulterior motive towards Miss Morgan?"
At this moment.
The young wizard couldn't help but wonder what kind of connection his teacher had with the Hall of Souls. Could the main characters in the Arthurian legend also be considered people from fairy tales?
Are fairy tales for adults still fairy tales?
But his teacher didn't mention anything about the Soul Palace in the dreamlike illusion. Was it because his teacher didn't have much of a relationship with the Soul Palace in the future, or was his teacher hiding this from him?
According to the personality of a bad woman.
Both guesses are possible.
but.
Ian leaned more towards the former. After all, if his teacher were a wizard in the Soul Palace, she would surely have shadows too, and could be as active in the human world and history as that big bad wolf, instead of staying in that lonely castle forever. Of course, it's also possible that bad women just like to be homebodies.
Insufficient information.
Ian couldn't make any very accurate judgments either.
He looked at the Duke, hoping to get more information. Faced with the young wizard's question, the Duke, while recalling the events, spoke with a hint of helplessness.
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"The Soul Hall seems to have a special interest in my daughter, which makes me very uneasy and apprehensive. I don't want my daughter to get involved in such a dangerous organization and force, which is why I'm being so frank with you—I hope to use your power to help my daughter get rid of the Soul Hall's entanglement."
The Duke's tone was full of sincerity and earnestness.
"Your Grace, I understand your concerns. The Soul Palace is indeed not simple, and I will do my best to help Miss Morgan." Ian nodded slightly and spoke without any faults.
A relieved smile appeared on the Duke's face, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly. He took a deep breath and continued, revealing the information he had not disclosed before.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Excellency Prince. Actually, I know the reason why the Soul Temple is so sinister is because I have conducted in-depth research on this organization, especially on one of its wizards named Medivh." At this point, the Duke's brows furrowed even more, and a hint of indignation appeared in his tone.
"Madwin?"
Ian felt inexplicably guilty, but he maintained his composure on the surface. He had indeed heard Big Bad Wolf say that his disguise was that of the Great Protector of the Soul Palace.
The Duke, oblivious to Ian's subtle change in expression, continued indignantly, "Yes, Medivh. He's completely different from other Soul Temple wizards, acting ostentatiously, even recklessly. He's done many heinous things, utterly disregarding moral and human constraints."
"I found out that he killed a wise king because of some rumors, and kidnapped many beautiful and kind noble girls for reasons that no one knows."
"He even... once made an entire city soak in that indescribable filth, and no one knows why. Behind every single one of these things, the Soul Palace was providing him with assistance."
"That's why I think this wizard named Medivh is probably a microcosm of the thoughts within this mysterious Soul Temple." The Duke's voice grew lower and lower.
His judgment was based on his own life experience.
Well, how should I put it?
Perhaps some people think that's right.
But Ian must have felt that there must be some misunderstanding or prejudice involved.
"Are you sure?" Ian's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. His gaze remained steady, as if he were listening intently to every word the Duke spoke.
"Of course, I'm quite sure. After all, compared to other low-profile Soul Temple wizards, information about Medivh isn't hard to find. He even has records of blaspheming against gods."
The Duke's voice was firm and resolute.
"Um... are you sure it was indecent assault and not blasphemy?" Ian felt like he was going numb. He noticed that Riddle was sitting next to him with his head down and his shoulders were shaking.
It was as if he was trying hard to hold back something.
Seeing that the Duke continued to nod firmly, Ian's lips and eyelids began to twitch. "Please forgive me, I suddenly feel a little unwell and may need to go out for some fresh air."
Upon hearing this...
The Duke paused for a moment, then nodded. "Please go ahead."
He found Ian's reaction somewhat strange, but couldn't figure out why.
"I'll be back soon."
Ian got up and walked out of the hall. He came to the garden outside the mansion. The night breeze brushed his cheeks, bringing a coolness. He shook his head and muttered to himself for a while before walking to the pool to wash his face.
"It's probably just some rumors that's off the mark!" Ian bent down, cupped his hands in cool water, and gently patted his face. Water droplets slid down his cheeks and dripped into the pool, creating ripples.
"Yes, that must be it. Just like the history of King Arthur's origins, it became distorted when it was passed down to later generations, and many unofficial histories about Merlin and King Arthur even appeared."
Ian prepared himself mentally.
A moment later, Ian took a deep breath, straightened his robes, and turned to walk towards the hall. When he stepped back into the hall, he found the atmosphere had become strangely eerie.
The Duke and Duchess sat there.
His face was deathly pale.
It was as if they had just experienced a fright.
Both of them shivered simultaneously when he entered. Little Morgan lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, clearly having just been scolded.
"What's going on?"
Ian's gaze swept over the Duke's family.
He looked at Riddle, puzzled.
"Here's what happened." Riddle seemed to suddenly come to life, and with a smile, he began to tell the story, even clearing his throat deliberately.
"When the Duchess was helping Miss Morgan change her clothes, she accidentally found a book... a book about Medivh, and Miss Morgan said it was your book, her teacher's work, not some random bad book." Riddle gestured for Ian to look at a book on the table.
The Dark Bible
—Written by the Sorcerer Supreme, Medivh the God Eater.
All I saw was...
The golden text is clearly visible on it.
Ian suddenly understood everything.
however.
He hadn't even spoken yet.
"Your Excellency Prince... I think you may have misunderstood some of my words just now." The Duke forced a smile, but the smile was more like a grimace.
Decades of aristocratic refinement seemed to have completely failed him at this moment. His composure crumbled completely, and his mind was probably still replaying the "bad things" he had said to Medivh.
(End of this chapter)