Henry Clark's casual remark exploded in Derek's ears like a sudden muffled thunder, leaving the beautiful dark-skinned elf momentarily bewildered! The "Restless Soul" is the ultimate individual-damage curse magic among the dark arts, a spell that only archmages and above can cast. The soul seed is forcibly squeezed out from the caster's own soul and then implanted into the cursed person's body. This seed inherits all the caster's memories and knowledge, slowly grows within the host, and eventually takes over, gaining the host's power.

Regardless of whether the curse succeeds, the caster will suffer severe injuries, and even after recovery, will be left with the affliction of epilepsy. For example, in this world, the soul of an intelligent being is like a computer hard drive—if even a single track is damaged, every time the computer scans that track, it will immediately crash.

From another perspective, "Restless Soul" is not simply a damage spell, but a top-tier magic for continuation and creating avatars.

Once the seed enters the host's body, it immediately merges with the original soul, sharing spiritual power. No force in this world can extract the seed without harming the original soul.

Henry Clark asked many more details about this magic, especially about Hamlet's current physical condition. The seed has already awakened and possesses self-awareness, but it is still very weak, and the body remains under Hamlet's control. Even if the seed occasionally takes over, Hamlet can immediately regain control. After confirming all this, Henry Clark finally smiled with confidence, his lips pursed, eyes half-closed yet shining brightly, giving the illusion that his eyes were brimming with tears. This radiant image of Henry Clark was deeply etched in Todd’s heart.

“Who is Achilles? Has he also searched for love many times? His smile is so mysterious, so beautiful…” Many years later, someone set this scene to music and lyrics, and a pale, slender bard became an overnight sensation with the song "The Tears of Achilles," becoming the dream lover of countless young girls.

It wasn't until Henry Clark snapped his fingers loudly at the dazed Derek that Hamlet snapped out of her shock. Looking at Henry Clark, whose face practically spelled out "confidence," she felt both surprised and delighted. She had long given up hope of breaking the curse, but couldn't bear to stop Walter Reed. For her, the best outcome she could imagine was to end her own life before the soul seed matured. Now, suddenly hearing that she could be saved, her joy was no less than that of a terminal cancer patient being told by their doctor, "Sorry, it was a misdiagnosis—you just have hemorrhoids."

Hamlet looked closely at Henry Clark, struggling to suppress her excitement, and said hoarsely, "Why are you helping me?"

Henry Clark was momentarily stunned, and Todd quietly advised from the side, "My lord, she and the necromancer are both demons. They have killed many people and are public enemies of the continent. It seems rather improper for you to help them..."

It was more than just improper—it was downright outrageous. Any self-proclaimed righteous race on this continent would never tolerate the existence of people like Walter Reed and Hamlet. But Henry Clark was not so full of righteousness; paranoiacs always act according to their own likes and dislikes. Since he approved of the couple's love, he decided to help them, especially since treating split personalities was a doctor's job, and the thought of it excited him.

Henry Clark smiled and answered Derek, "Why am I helping you? Hell, why shouldn't I help you?"

"Then what do you want?"

Just as Henry Clark was about to speak, Todd suddenly interrupted and retorted, "Derek, Lord Achilles is a great mental mage! If he says he can do it, he can break the curse. The key question is, what price are you willing to pay!"

Although mages on the continent are powerful and mysterious, in the eyes of the people, they are like old scholars, not good at bargaining. Todd had long decided to become the first follower of Master Achilles, and now, afraid his master would suffer a loss, he hurried to step in and negotiate for Henry Clark.

Hamlet smiled and pointed at the still-sleeping necromancer. "Anything but him—you can have whatever you want!"

"Then, in the name of the soul, swear an oath contract!" Lord Todd's voice thundered through the cramped cellar, echoing powerfully.

Oath contracts are the most effective binding vows on the magic continent, protected by the magic of the God of Justice. If anyone breaks the contract, the magic maintaining the contract will automatically generate a side quest in the assassin guilds across the continent, and the violator will be hunted by all assassins. Of course, these quests offer no reward, but are a required trial for assassins to advance.

Without hesitation, Hamlet cut her index finger, and a drop of dark red blood slowly formed on her slender finger. "Dark elf Prunik Hamlet swears by oath contract: for the one who breaks my curse, as long as Walter Reed is not harmed, I will obey three commands from them!"