Chapter 2147 Bloodline Bottle and Witch Soup <TOC> Chapter 2149 Near Spirit Body
Translator: SumTLMan
Shell World, Saint Isha Kingdom.
A group of girls in Saint Lutheran uniforms strolled under the sun, giggling and discussing the recent news of the Holy Selection Assembly.
“By the way, I heard that this time at the Holy Selection Assembly, the Pope places great importance on it and will even grace the event with his presence.”
“It’s not surprising, though. In previous Holy Selection Assemblies, the Pope also attended, right? After all, it’s an event to select the Holy Maiden.”
“But in the past, the Pope would only appear at the end. This time, his presence from the beginning is unprecedented.”
“Of course, the Pope is always busy. Last month, I heard that he received a prophecy to prevent a disaster in the Yidia Mining Area, and yesterday, I learned from the church newspaper that the Pope plans to send a team to the heretical Mechanical Kingdom to spread the gospel.”
“With such a kind-hearted Pope leading us, the Holy Teachings will continue to flourish… I’m already looking forward to the Holy Selection Assembly.”
While the “Holy Maiden Candidates” chattered, a blonde girl carrying painting supplies suddenly stopped.
“Sister Feng, what’s wrong?” asked a girl holding hands with the blonde, puzzled.
The blonde, referred to as “Sister Feng,” smiled and said, “Nothing, I just remembered that I have a few special pigments perfect for mixing Holy Star Blue, and I didn’t bring them. I’ll go back and get them now.”
The girl glanced at the other “Holy Maiden Candidates,” then back at Sister Feng, hesitating for a moment before nodding, “Okay, then. We’ll wait for you at the Yiduke Church.”
They had gathered today to have Sister Feng paint the most beautiful holy painting to present to the bishop. Therefore, even the details of the pigments were of utmost importance to them.
Painter Feng nodded, “Alright, I’ll be back soon.”
After speaking, she turned and walked towards her residence with her nearly half-body-sized painting supplies. However, unbeknownst to the girls, after crossing a street, she disappeared, turning into a breeze and arriving at a lakeside outside the city in an instant.
Seeing an island in the middle of the lake, Painter Feng’s eyes lit up, and she flew over to the island.
Upon reaching the island, she sighed in relief, “Since coming to Saint Lutheran, I’ve felt increasingly scrutinized, hardly getting a moment’s peace… Fortunately, that suspected Mysterious Object can’t bypass water.”
Only surrounded by water did she feel at ease.
After relaxing on the island, she waved her hand, and an oil painting hidden deep in space appeared before her.
The painting was a female bust.
The woman was extremely beautiful, not just in appearance, but one could feel from the painting that her bones and essence were flawlessly perfect.
Even though Feng herself painted it, she still felt her heart stir every time she looked at it.
After admiring the painting for a while, Feng reached out to touch the painting. Strangely, her finger didn’t touch the canvas but penetrated into the painting, causing ripples in the space.
After a while, a lazy, husky voice came from within the painting, “My dear Feng, do you know what you’re doing?”
“You’re ruining art, you’re disturbing me while I’m painting! Even if you’re my dear friend, you must pay a price for your recklessness.”
After a moment of silence, Feng sheepishly replied, “I’m sorry, I just had some urgent news to tell you and didn’t realize you were painting, my dear Lady Lorraine. I’ll pay for my mistake… um, how about a box of Starlight Colors?”
“Two boxes.”
Feng fell silent for a moment, feeling a bit pained, then nodded reluctantly: “Alright, two boxes. However, after Lady Lorraine finishes her painting, I hope to see your artwork.”
“Of course. After all, you are the most famous painter in the pan-planes, Mirafael Von Feng.”
As these words fell, the lady in the oil painting seemed to come to life, stepping out of the painting.
Once she stood still, she first looked around at the surroundings, the forest, the lake, and the distant glimpse of ancient city walls.
“I remember a year ago, you were in the Heart Kingdom of the Shell World because of that Mysterious Object. This clearly isn’t the Heart Kingdom…” The elegant Lady Lorraine said, then turned to glance at her close friend Feng behind her.
“Huh?” Lady Lorraine had a moment of surprise upon seeing Feng, then chuckled.
“I never thought that the renowned Magic Painter Wizard would have a fondness for cross-dressing.” Lorraine covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
“There’s no choice, this is the Holy Church of the Saint Isha Kingdom, where only women are allowed entry. I came here also for a Mysterious Object.” Feng sighed helplessly, “I had no other option.”
Lorraine raised an eyebrow: “I can feel that deep down, you don’t really resist this. Seems like you’ve gained a lot from this disguise~”
Feng coughed twice: “No, no.”
Lorraine wasn’t convinced. As the former Queen of the Central Empire, even though she had now become a mere spirit, her ability to read people hadn’t faded. Feng must have engaged in some unsavory deeds using his cross-dressing disguise.
Feeling a chill from Lorraine’s piercing gaze, Feng quickly changed the subject: “I called you out this time because my mental senses told me that the inscription space I left in Star Lake Castle has been disturbed.”
Lorraine’s expression paused, then after a long moment, she lowered her head and sighed softly: “Star Lake Castle… such a distant and familiar name.”
After her moment of reflection, Lorraine looked at Feng: “The disturbance in the inscription space means my descendant has entered it?”
Feng nodded: “Yes, the strand of spirit you left behind has also been triggered.”
“So, that person must possess a Near Spirit Body.” Lorraine’s eyes held a hint of complexity: “That’s my bloodline descendant, thinking of it makes me inexplicably excited. I really hope to meet them soon.”
Feng: “To meet them, at least they need to become a talent.”
Lorraine: “Didn’t you leave behind the Witch Soup to increase mental power? If even after drinking the Witch Soup they can’t embark on the path of the extraordinary, then they don’t deserve to meet me.”
After saying this, Lorraine’s half-form re-entered the painting: “You don’t have to worry about my bloodline descendant anymore, unless one day they really seek me out. Then call me.”
With that, Lorraine disappeared into the painting.
Feng just shrugged and muttered softly: “It was you who asked me to inform you if there was any news about the inscription space. Now, you seem indifferent.”
“I haven’t returned to the painting yet…” Lorraine’s ethereal voice came from the mouth of the girl in the painting.
Feng quickly closed his mouth.
After a long while, once Feng was sure Lorraine had returned deep into the world of the painting, he let out a long breath.
He didn’t talk about the inscription space anymore but looked towards the horizon, a slight emotion in his eyes: “Mentioning the inscription space reminds me of the Old Land Continent not far from the Revelation Continent…”
“Should I go back and retrieve what I left there? Renekton has wanted it for a long time… Forget it, this is the destiny set by the Book of Kael.”
“However, with Odeklaes holding the key, and that thing placed there, and the entrance being a hidden small door, can someone really obtain the key and find the location?” Feng doubted this, but as the Book of Kael is a pinnacle Mysterious Object, it should probably not be wrong.
“Never mind, if someone truly gets that thing and can utilize it, they will surely shine with endless brilliance.”
“I will meet them eventually.”
Having said this, Feng casually flipped her golden hair hanging by her ears.
“It’s time to go back.”
…
On the other side, the Gondola left Star Lake Castle and set sail again.
“Why don’t you stay?” Angel looked at Little Seim across from him: “Star Lake Castle should be a good refuge for you right now.”
“The castle is nice, but I see no hope here,” Little Seim said, sneaking a glance at Angel.
Then, he sneakily looked a second time… a third time.
Eventually, Little Seim was no longer sneaking looks but openly staring at Angel, his expression filled with “I have something to say, ask me, ask me!”
Angel stayed silent for a moment, then decided to indulge the child: “What do you want to say?”
Little Seim’s eyes lit up instantly: “Mr. Pat, I heard Queen Lorraine say that at certain points on the Vast Continent, one can wait for extraordinary individuals who have accepted guide missions. They will take me into the wizard organization, is that true?”
“That’s right.” Angel briefly explained the significance of guide missions to various wizard organizations. At the same time, he also stated that some wizard organizations might not guide talents in a peaceful manner, and if one encounters a black wizard and faces something like a ‘Nine Cabin Blood Duel’, one just has to accept it.
Little Seim: “Then, can I join the wizard organization Mr. Pat is in? Where should I go to find the guide from Mr. Pat’s organization?”
Angel looked at Little Seim, filled with hope, and pondered: “I’m not sure, I haven’t taken on any guide missions, but I can ask around for you.”
Little Seim couldn’t hide his excitement: “That would be great!”
Angel didn’t say more, letting Little Seim revel in his excitement. He said he would inquire, but in his heart, he already had the idea of guiding Little Seim into the Savage Grottoes.
The reason he didn’t immediately make a promise was simply because he hadn’t measured his mental power yet. If even after drinking Witch Soup, he still wasn’t qualified, then there would be no point in recommending him.
Soon, the Gondola left the mountains and headed towards Saint Seim City… and nearby, to Borel Town.
This time, he said he was coming to Saint Seim City because it is a benchmark of the Central Empire. In reality, his destination was the orphanage in Borel Town, to meet Freud.
In less than two minutes, they arrived at Borel Town.
Angel cast an illusion to conceal the Gondola’s traces, landing in a small alley.
Before long, Angel and Little Seim walked out of the alley.
Returning to Borel Town, Angel was still captivated by the artistic atmosphere here. Even though it was still early in the morning, he could see painters drawing the morning sun by the riverside; people practicing their singing on the rooftops, sending out beautiful wake-up calls; and those who had enjoyed a night of concerts, passing by them with content smiles on their faces.
Art pervades every moment here.
This is just a small town near Saint Seim City. In the actual Saint Seim City, one can feel even more profoundly how art blooms here into a stunningly beautiful flower.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, Little Seim looked at this scene, both strange and familiar, with an indescribable fear of nearing home.
“Let’s go,” Angel patted Little Seim on the shoulder.
Little Seim nodded, following Angel into the small town bathed in the morning light.
“Mr. Pat, where are we going now?” Little Seim, trailing behind Angel, asked with some confusion.
“We’re going to eat.”
Since Little Seim was to be tested for his talent, it was essential that his physical condition be at its best. Otherwise, testing his mental power with a frail body might not yield incorrect values, but the physical feedback from recklessly using mental power would undoubtedly be more than Little Seim could bear.
After eating, Angel then took Little Seim to Tyson Alley.
Tyson Alley was as gloomy as ever. Walking here, Little Seim felt like he was back in the chilling wind he encountered with the ghosts.
At the end of Tyson Alley was a dilapidated orphanage, the prefix of its name missing, known as “Dream Orphanage.”
“This is it. You can call it the Dream Orphanage, or… the Nightmare Orphanage.”
…
Angel led Little Seim through the temporarily closed ‘Dawn of Slaughter’ illusion, and they arrived inside the dilapidated orphanage.
There, they met Freud, who had been waiting.
In reality, Freud’s figure was very solid, not at all resembling a soul. At first, Little Seim even thought he was a person.
It was only when Freud passed through a wall without any obstruction that Little Seim realized something was wrong.
Looking at Little Seim, who was full of surprise, Freud curiously asked Angel, “Lord, who is he?”
“He’s someone I met on the way, with some special talent.” Angel, not wanting to admit he was lost, vaguely said, “He hasn’t slept all night. Take him to a room to rest first, and I’ll tell you about his situation later.”
Freud nodded and looked at Little Seim with a closeness he hadn’t realized himself: “Follow me.”
After Freud and Little Seim left, Angel closed his eyes and visited the Wilderness of Dreams.
He entered the Wilderness of Dreams at the top floor of the Treehouse Bar. Finding a random spot, Angel took out a transparent glass panel and logged into the Mother Tree Network.
Soon, he found a message left for him in the Tree Group.
“My dear brother, although I can’t return to the Old Land Continent with you, my heart is with you. This is my first time using the Tree Group, and I don’t know if you can receive my message. If not, Freud will tell you.”
“By the way, I saw a guide on fragrance meanings in the Tree Group forum, authored by Lady Liana. Is it the witch I am thinking of? If so, does this mean the Wilderness of Dreams has begun to open on a small scale?”
This was a message from his brother Leon.
After pondering, Angel informed Leon about the small-scale opening of the Wilderness of Dreams at the tea party.
Since Leon was not in the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel couldn’t expect an immediate reply. He then stood up and walked towards the door.
Chapter 2147 Bloodline Bottle and Witch Soup <TOC> Chapter 2149 Near Spirit Body