It's my guess we're dealing with a wraith. A wraith?

我猜要对付的是个亡灵。亡灵？

" Wraiths and wreckage! " gasped Trumpkin in the ghost of a voice.

“上帝。”鲁普金倒吸一口气，用几乎听不见的声音说道。

I believe he is a wraith. The spirit.

我觉得他是亡灵。是空壳。

My death would stop the wraith and Arthur would live.

我的死能让亡灵安息样亚瑟才能活下来。

I was looking for a book. For Gaius. He think the black knight is a wraith.

我在找一本书。帮盖乌斯找的。他觉得那黑骑士是个亡灵。

Nevertheless, it was you he blamed. You cannot allow Arthur to fight. No weapon forged by man can kill a wraith.

不管怎样，他已经。不能让亚瑟接受挑战。没有武器能杀死死灵。

You said yourself no mortal weapon can kill it. There is a need to find a way to defeat the wraith ourselves.

说过没有凡间的武器能杀他。我们该去寻找别的办法灭了死灵。

By the end of the day she was the girl she'd been before Christmas vacation—a dough-faced and freckle-cheeked wraith, scurrying through the halls with her eyes down and her books clasped to her chest.

那天放学的时候，她又变成了圣诞节假期前的那个嘟蒂——一张大白脸上长满雀斑，像鬼魂一样低垂着眼睛，书抱在胸前，匆匆穿行在教室间。