“Later?” Hamlet's gaze seemed to have completely fallen into the necromancer's eyes, and continued softly, “I am a fallen elf. As long as I feel like it, I can sleep with anyone. For me, nothing brings me more happiness than physical satisfaction. Back then, I really went too far. I actually did it right in front of him...”

Obviously, the dark elf had brought up a painful memory for both of them. On the faces of Walter Reed and Hamlet, a look of sorrow and heartbreak appeared at the same time. The necromancer's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a muffled, unwilling roar rose from his throat. Henry Clark sighed, clapped his hands, and with gentle words of comfort, caused Walter Reed to fall into a deep sleep once again.

Walter Reed collapsed to the ground with a thud, and the bone blade that had been pressed tightly against the dark elf suddenly vanished into thin air!

The dark elf was slightly stunned, looking at Henry Clark in confusion. Henry Clark smiled confidently and said, “There's no need to talk about the past. I believe you two love each other very much now. You also understand that in this world, only I can restore him to consciousness. At least before he wakes up, I don't think you'll hurt me. Besides...” As he spoke, Henry Clark suddenly began darting around, bouncing back and forth in the cramped cellar like a ping-pong ball, moving at an astonishing speed. After a while, the little lunatic finally stopped his dizzying leaps, panting as he said to the dark elf, “I dodged fast enough, right? I'm not an ordinary mage. I admit, you could kill me with a sneak attack, but as long as I'm on full alert, before you can hurt me, I have enough time to wake Walter Reed to deal with you.”

Cold sweat, absolute cold sweat. Only now did the dark elf and Todd realize that Henry Clark's sudden jumping around just now was to prove to the drow how agile he was, able to dodge her arrows. To be honest, the little lunatic really did move fast just now.

Hamlet wiped his sweat, nodding and stammering, “I... I believe you. Actually... you only needed to jump once to prove your strength. I'm truly surprised—you really do have impressive power.”

Fortunately, all the mages in this world are oddballs. Although Henry Clark's crazy behavior was abrupt, it wasn't completely unacceptable.

Henry Clark took a few more breaths before saying, “Alright, I want to know—just now you said Walter Reed became a necromancer for you, and even killed desperately to increase his power for you. What happened?”

With the threat of the bone blade gone, Hamlet gently walked over to Walter Reed lying on the ground, carefully brushed aside a lock of hair covering his face, and smiled at Henry Clark, “This guy hasn't slept so soundly in a long time.” At this moment, the dark elf's gaze was filled with tranquility, like an ordinary village woman, content and peaceful.

Henry Clark smiled slightly and said nothing. Hamlet gazed at Walter Reed for a while longer before looking up at Henry Clark and continuing, “The dark elves' pursuit of me never stopped. Finally, one time, I was wounded by a dark mage. Although in the end, Walter Reed and I managed to deal with the enemy together, I was cursed—a dark curse, a restless soul.”

Henry Clark smiled, his eyes clear and bright, looking like a mysterious madman.

Hamlet sighed and continued to explain, “That bastard planted a soul seed in my body. This seed will slowly grow inside me until one day, it becomes strong enough to devour my soul and take control of my body. At that point, I will become someone else. But I have no way to stop it. This soul seed possesses dark force; no matter how strong my own soul is, I can't resist its devouring. Walter Reed started studying necromancy to lift the curse for me. Only necromancy can forge a powerful soul. He risked his life killing people just to increase his own strength. Once he reaches the saint rank, his soul can temporarily enter my body and help me drive out the soul seed. But ever since the seed entered my body, it has already fused with my own soul. Even if he can help me tear it out, my soul will be severely damaged.”

Henry Clark's heart stirred, and he asked, “What about now? Has the soul seed made any moves?”

The drow nodded, “It has already awakened. Although it's still weak, it has started to seize control of my body. But I can still suppress it for now. At least, most of the time, I am still myself. But it's very cunning—if I let my guard down even a little, it will suddenly take over my body.”

Henry Clark rolled his big eyes and cursed inwardly: Damn! Split personality! I've seen plenty like you before!

Of course, the drow had no idea what Henry Clark was thinking, and continued to smile to himself, “To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to the moment when Walter Reed's soul enters my body. What a wonderful feeling that will be—the soul of the man I love most, entering my body!”

Henry Clark chuckled and interrupted the lovesick drow, suddenly saying, “I should be able to help you lift the curse!”

Chapter Five: Achilles' Tears

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