Hermit Wizard

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We were all gathered in containers on the move.

The pearl house stood in the corner with its nose blocked, and on the contrary, it returned to its original shape and rolled over the mattress. I was being moderately polite to the way the floors cling to my body were elongated.

The Yellow Forest would be desperate to sleep because it had been twitching all night. I thought I'd go to sleep when I got there.

She asked if there was anything curious, sitting in the corner instead of me, towards the robot toy she was meditating on.

“By the way, is that Parvasse? ”

[Why?]

She frowns a little. The name Parvash didn't seem to stick well to my mouth. Yellow Forest is my age, and I knew a cartoon called Soul Warrior Parvash on TV. And the fact that the robot that came out there is the same as the toy that this spirit is now holding.

Thanks to you, I didn't know the existence of Parvash, but the Yellow Forest changed my gaze. I should just say that in the eyes of a sorcerer who is terrified and unidentified, the eyes of a sorcerer with an unknown taste have increased.

“You said you had access to the" academic record "? ”

[Yes?]

“It's like an encyclopedia of all the knowledge in the world, right? ”

[Not all knowledge, but a considerable level of knowledge.]

“So can't we just check in there? The soul we're looking for is attached to a dragon's body. ”

It was a question of curiosity. I watched the two conversations without deliberately interfering. Parvasse surprisingly gave her a kind answer.

[There are two factors that affect the type of knowledge you can acquire from an academic record. First, is the desired information recorded in the academic record? Secondly, do you have the right to obtain that information from the contact person?]

Parvasse was the one who changed his mind.

[Under that premise, the first requirement can be seen to have already been met. This world is being recorded on academic records. It means that the Apostle of Furvagios has come down. Unlike Earth.]

Purbagios. Scripture without the last chapter. I recite the truth of the god that Parvash referred to.

[Where the soul of the Black Keeper has moved in this world, its deeds will already be recorded in the academic record. But I can't read that information.]

Yellow Forest says.

“That's probably because of the second factor? ”

Parvasse nods.

[That's right. I don't have the authority to read that information.]

Yellow Forest asked.

“How is that authority determined? Do I have access to academic records? ”

[First of all, it is not possible to answer the latter question. There are spells that use some of the information in an academic record during magic. It's some kind of interpreter magic. However, it is only possible for a priest to access the record itself and explore the information he wants. You must reach the bookmarks of the Scriptures without the last chapter.]

Parvasse, who said that, was not a priest of Furvagios at the moment, but was trying to skip such a complex explanation.

“Priest? Hmm. That's a little lame. ”

[Why?]

“I have a bunch of bastards to avenge. ”

The eyes of the Yellow Forest glowed brightly. Parvasse did not insist that the priest's true meaning was somewhat different from what she thought.

“So how do you determine the authority? ”

[The knowledge recorded in the academic record is also divided into grades. It's not a notion that clearly breaks down into numbers, but it's possible to distinguish between top and bottom. The higher the Priesthood rank, the more information you can see. Typically, the rating of information depends on how many beings in the world knew or knew it. The more information you have or have encountered, the lower your rating.]

Yellow Forest rolled his eyes and replied.

“So the lowest ranked information is information about natural phenomena or life forms that are observable. ”

Parvasse nods quietly, and I look a little surprised. because it was an accurate prediction.

“The Earth, for example, has one solar system. Fire is hot. Ten human fingers. These basic facts are the information that most of the human beings in the world know, and many of the human beings who have lived in the past know. On the contrary, even if you move to another world, not the Earth, you can easily get information about the natural environment of the underlying planet or the species you live in. It's information everyone in the world knows. ”

That's how I convince myself, and then I talk.

“Other · · · ah. It's a relatively low-grade language. because language is one of the largest pieces of information shared by a civilization. “

[Your head is working. It is true.]

“On the contrary, information about special knowledge or experience that few people know would be highly rated. And I would ask for high authority. ”

[Exactly.]

When I heard that, the Yellow Forest was a little more thoughtful, and I looked like I still didn't understand.

“Then it's a little weird. I told you it was impossible anyway, but no matter how high your authority is, I don't think I can get that information from the academic records. ”

[Hmm? What do you mean by that?]

“You said that information that someone in the world knows should be stored in an academic record. But does anyone know exactly where the soul of the Earth crossed this channel and was transplanted? The soul of the Savior of the Earth. ”

[Of course I do.]

“But what if that soul moved in secret without anyone knowing? And what if there isn't a species in the world that has the same abilities as the kid who does that or what? What if the dragon, the owner of the body with the soul, didn't even notice it? So no one in the world will notice. ”

[In that case, at least one individual knows.]

“Who the hell is that? No way?!”

The jungle yelled elastically. Parvasse nods.

[Yes, the soul of the Savior of the Earth. At least the soul knows where it belongs. And that memory must have been implanted in an academic record. It's information I don't have access to.]

“Knowledge of the existence of other worlds is also recorded in academic records? ”

[Yes.]

“So the knowledge in my head, for example, is also written in Korean now? ”

[Yes, but the staff that has access to that information will be in your hands. And no senior wizard will be able to interpret Korean using the interpreter magic associated with an academic record. Too little information recorded. Earthlings who have visited other worlds since the channel opened are still in their hands.]

Yes. That's why the information absorbed from Earthlings is still very rapid.

[Moreover, this should be viewed as a bypass record creation because the world itself, which is the parent, has not yet made any formal contact with the academic record. There are limits.]

The eclipse frowned.

“Hmm. More complicated than I thought. Do academic records extract people's memories directly? ”

[Not in the case of your memory, but of the Black Keeper, who has now moved into this world. But when his Apostle comes and a world begins to be written in an academic record, it takes not only the memory of the individual, but also the memory of the world itself. But this is a much larger piece of information than the memory of existence.]

The Sunset Forest was once again in my mind. Then he opens his mouth again and asks.

“Earlier, you said the memory was extracted from the soul of the Black Keeper, right? ”

[Correct.]

“So, how is the alternative memory stored? I think the place where the memory is stored is, of course, the brain. But what you're saying is, there's a memory in your soul, right? ”

The expression of the Yellow Forest has become more serious.

“I once told you about the concept of rebirth. If I die now, the memory of me living in the wilderness will remain in my brain and rot. But what if the soul remembers it? What kind of concept is that? ”

[To explain that, you need to separate the ‘soul’, the ‘self’, and the 'memory’ that make up you. If you die now, your self will perish. You'll lose the memory in your brain. But beings with high spiritual stiffness also engrave in their souls some of the memories written in the flesh. But in most cases, it's impossible, so you can't recall the memories of your previous life.]

“Oh, I see. ”

[Especially when it's almost impossible for humans. Once your life span is too short, you die before your body and soul resonate properly. There are few human beings who can leave memories in their souls because of it. But the dragon that went up to the Old Testament would be different. Probably left most of it intact.]

The Yellow Forest nods.

I mutter as I listen to their conversation. Yeah, it's impossible for humans.

A memory like the black smoke hidden in my shimmer. I have discussed with Parvash whether it is a memory from my previous life.

But the conclusion is that it can't be. If the memory has passed from previous life, it should not be in a form that cannot be interpreted that way, but in a way that can naturally be remembered.

“Hmm? It's starting to descend! ”

The pearl house, which was blocking its nose, yelled in white. I didn't let go of my finger, so I was blinded.

She never tried to come in the container unless it was her time to move. Her sensitive olfactory senses a smell that no one here can smell.

Thinking about it, so far this container has been used a lot for very unhygienic purposes. They transported the bodies of the Elder apprentices who had been rescued from the sea in front of Incheon, melted a whole cow into a fountain of waterfowl, and transported hundreds of trainees who had their eyes and ankles torn off at once, making it a bloodbath.

Now, of course, I cleaned it myself and put a mattress in it and decorated it like a home. Nevertheless, the pearl house was able to detect the smell of the heavy traces that had passed through it.

“Oh, really. ”

Certainly, as she said, it felt like the container was descending to the ground.

Stubborn!

“Oh, what a surprise. ”

If caught in the wind, the interior fluctuates for a moment. I sent Telepathy to watch out for the summoner who was flying with the container. In the meantime, I heard the Yellow Forest ask another question.

“Parvasse, are you a psychic? You don't usually store your memories in your brain? ”

[· · · No. I used to have a body. It is much later that I became mentally ill.]

“So what about the memories that we used to store in the brain? ”

Parvasch's bitter thoughts flowed out. What I've heard since I was a kid. The answer to the question that I have been questioning since the shackles that suppressed my self were loosened. I have no choice but to be sure that it is the truth because it belongs to me. Parvash once again conveyed it to me in his mind.

[I lost a lot of my mind. The memory of that time was overwhelming.]

“Is it because the flesh is gone? ”

[No. My case was for a different reason. The loss of the flesh itself was not a major reason. I think he did.]

“Well? Most of the time, it's hard to store memories in your soul after you're dead. Something's not right in front or in back. ”

I got into a conversation.

“Now, that's it. Everyone be ready.”

It was reported that the container touched the ground on foot. It was time to start preparing for the next dragon. Of course, the Yellow Forest should sleep first.

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