Chapter 2203 Highness Sandstorm’s Illness <TOC> Chapter 2205 Green Wilderness
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Freud briefly recounted Alda and Sunny’s situations.
Alda was preparing to practice the Soul Trickery of possession, choosing it because he had read a novel titled —Chess Spirit— authored by Jon in the library. The story was about a down-and-out chess player who becomes possessed by the spirit of a chess king from a thousand years ago, receiving guidance and eventually dominating chess competitions, becoming unbeatable in the chess world.
Alda didn’t understand what chess was in the novel, but he was fascinated by it and even imagined himself in the scenario.
If he learned possession and managed to possess a real-world piano master, he could absorb a wealth of piano-playing skills. Then, even if tutor Jon examined his piano skills, he wouldn’t be afraid!
The plot of —Chess Spirit— involved the soul nourishing the person it possessed. However, Alda reversed this idea, hoping to use the person he possessed to enhance his piano skills.
It must be said that Alda was really trying to find a way to be lazy.
Another reason Alda chose possession was his longing for the sweet taste of creamy cakes. By possessing someone, he could relive the taste of desserts from his life.
Alda’s choices were entirely based on his desires.
Though it might seem somewhat childish, it also showed Alda’s innocence. He wanted to improve his piano skills, not wanting to disappoint Jon and hoping to make him happy; his yearning for the taste of desserts represented his appreciation for the finer things in life.
Such a pure soul was hardly affected by the aura of death.
Indeed, Alda was now practicing at an altar in the cave, already close to success, and the process was uneventful.
As for Sunny, there was a bit of trouble.
Sunny chose to practice the Soul Trickery of Death Aura Materialization.
Death Aura Materialization involves using Death Aura in a medium to create objects with ghostly powers, typically corrupted substances.
For example, creating black hair filled with a sinister aura to attack or bind creatures in the physical world.
This Soul Trickery, capable of directly affecting the physical world, was rare.
However, Sunny initially didn’t choose to practice Death Aura Materialization; Freud suggested it because he thought if Sunny learned this technique, frequent use might lead to her corruption, so he recommended Death Aura Materialization, which was less likely to be influenced and had strong offensive capabilities.
Even so, Sunny still frequently teetered on the edge of corruption during her practice of Death Aura Materialization.
Every time Sunny practiced, Freud was highly vigilant, only having time to visit the Wilderness of Dreams when she was resting.
“However, Sunny’s situation is still under control. If it comes to it, there’s still the Prelude of Reincarnation,” Freud said with a slight sigh, admitting that Sunny was fortunate.
If it were the Sunny of the past, she probably couldn’t withstand the full Death Aura and would have fallen early; now, having integrated into the life of Initial Heart City and encountered many vivid situations, and under Jon’s guidance, Sunny resolved her past issues and gradually became more “human,” which helped her withstand it.
Angel nodded, expressing concern for Sunny and Alda, considering them part of his direct faction based on the power structure. Knowing their current situations, he felt somewhat relieved.
Angel: “What about Little Seim? How is he now?”
“Little Seim is currently in Star Lake Castle. The situation there is calm, but…” Freud suddenly hesitated, his expression uncertain.
“But what?” Angel asked, puzzled.
Freud hesitated for a moment before speaking out, “This is the situation: Eniya sent a team to the Silvercloud Duchy to investigate the incident of mass sacrifices. The investigation of the sacrificial incident has not yet concluded and is still ongoing. However, there seems to be a slight issue with the farm owner who was killed by Little Seim.”
“What issue?”
“When Eniya’s people went to investigate the farm, they discovered that after the farm owner’s death, the farm’s servants reported seeing a ghostly figure at dawn, which greatly resembled the farm owner. Moreover, one of the servants was so frightened that they fell ill,” Freud paused before continuing, “However, the ghostly figure incident only lasted for about two days, after which the ghostly figure disappeared without a trace and was never seen again. The investigators sent by Eniya found no clues.”
At first glance, this might seem like a slightly thrilling piece of minor news. Without any clues or concrete evidence, it’s hardly different from gossip.
But Freud’s hesitation to share this news suggests there might be further developments.
Angel also understood what Freud was trying to convey.
The deceased farm owner might have given rise to a soul, or even become a ghost.
There are many souls in the world, and although most people dissipate into spiritual light fragments after death, there is a chance for the birth of a complete soul. So, it wouldn’t be a big deal if the farm owner indeed turned into a soul.
However, this farm owner is unique because he was killed by Little Seim.
Little Seim possesses the potential of a Near Spirit Body, and those killed by someone with such potential have a higher chance of becoming ghosts.
Moreover, this newly born ghost would relentlessly pursue the Near Spirit Body.
In other words, if the farm owner has indeed become a ghost, then Little Seim might already be its target. Perhaps, at this moment, the farm owner is making his way across mountains and rivers towards Star Lake Castle.
“Has Little Seim’s bloodline not fully activated yet, already possessing the latent talent of a Near Spirit Body?” Angel muttered to himself before saying to Freud, “If the farm owner has indeed transformed into a ghost to pursue Little Seim, then you need to be more vigilant. Little Seim currently does not possess the strength to confront a ghost.”
Because of this latent talent of the Near Spirit Body, many with this potential do not survive long enough to become extraordinary.
After all, ghosts are not so easily dealt with. Even peak apprentices would find it challenging without specific countermeasures, let alone ordinary people.
Freud nodded, “I understand.”
Previously, Freud might not have been able to deal with a ghost, but with the Prelude of Reincarnation, a ghost of a farm owner is hardly a concern.
Angel added, “Also, if the investigation into the mass sacrifice concludes, don’t forget to report it.”
Angel hasn’t looked into the mass sacrifice himself, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t concerned. Group sacrifices, especially those involving living beings, can inadvertently involve otherworldly behemoths or abyssal demons. Living in the Wizarding World, Angel naturally doesn’t want such malignant events to emerge. He might not take action personally, but he can report it to others.
For example, the Extreme Sect.
After discussing recent events with Freud, Angel bid him farewell. Exiting Azure Tower, he walked along the main road adorned with blossoming flowers to the library.
Iron Armor Granny is currently in the library, and he plans to take this opportunity to consult her about the badge found in the ancient palace in the Toothpull Desert and its origins.
Entering the library, Angel skillfully made his way to the second floor.
He didn’t find Iron Armor Granny immediately; instead, he saw Nisi sitting by the window, busy recording and studying the secrets of a stone tablet.
Nisi’s gray-white hair, which was normally neat and tidy, was now disheveled, indicating that he hadn’t stopped his research for even a moment, even forgetting about his own cleanliness.
Angel passed by, and Nisi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before continuing to write quickly.
The paper was filled with dense formulas and patterns; Angel could recognize them individually, but placed together like this, he was completely lost.
“This slab should last another half day; don’t forget to bring a new one by then,” Nisi said without looking up from his work, continuing his writing.
Initially, Angel was afraid of disturbing Nisi and didn’t speak, but since Nisi had initiated the conversation, Angel couldn’t help but inquire, “How’s the research progress?”
“No progress at all,” Nisi replied very quickly.
Although there was no progress, Nisi’s expression was one of excitement because, based on his findings over the past few days, he was confident that his method was correct and that it was indeed possible to determine the coordinates of the Qwest World through such means.
Knowing the path was correct, the lack of progress was not a concern because, once there was progress, it would surely be time to reap the rewards.
Angel understood this principle and didn’t inquire further about the slab research progress but asked about something else: “Isn’t Tulas here?”
He had clearly arranged for Tulas to be in the library to “log off” and remind him once Nisi’s slab was used up, but recently he noticed that Tulas had forgotten to remind him several times.
Nisi: “I asked him to leave.”
“Ah?”
Nisi: “My eyes hurt if he stays.”
Eyes hurt? Angel looked at Nisi, puzzled.
Nisi sighed, put down his pen for a moment, and sized up Angel: “You wouldn’t understand the pain of having a couple flaunting their affection in front of me.”
Angel continued to look puzzled, but Nisi refused to elaborate further, fully immersed in his research to unravel the secrets of the slab.
Angel left Nisi’s location and, while continuing forward, checked on Tulas’ current situation through the godly perspective.
He then saw Tulas sitting in a small bar near the library, with… Mandara by his side.
He seemed to understand what Nisi meant.
Not long after continuing on, Angel saw Iron Armor Granny and Jon sitting opposite each other, sipping tea while discussing something.
Angel only faintly heard keywords like “plants” and “lifespan.”
At that moment, Iron Armor Granny noticed Angel’s approach. She stopped talking and said to Jon, “Oh, Angel is here today too? He must be looking for you.”
After saying that, Iron Armor Granny stood up, ready to make space.
Angel quickly called out, “I specifically came to see Granny this time.”
Hearing this, Iron Armor Granny didn’t say anything but sat down again, took another sip of the fragrant flower tea, and then looked up at Angel.
“Speak, what’s the issue?”
Angel, somewhat embarrassed, touched his nose: “Can’t I simply come to see Granny?”
Iron Armor Granny sipped her tea and softly said, “Really?”
“Really.” Angel brazened it out with a nod: “Of course, in addition to seeing Granny, I also wanted to consult on a small doubt.”
Iron Armor Granny chuckled and did not continue to tease further.
Angel exchanged a few courteous greetings before voicing his doubts under Iron Armor Granny’s watchful gaze.
“I stumbled upon a ruin in a very desolate, rarely trodden place,” Angel began, summarizing the desert palace and emphasizing its safety to alleviate Jon’s concerns. To prove it, Angel also presented the palace with an illusion.
Beyond the painting created by the Magic Painter, all details of the palace were included in the illusion.
Iron Armor Granny and Jon both turned their attention to the illusion, curiously inspecting it for a moment, with Iron Armor Granny ultimately focusing on the badge that puzzled Angel.
Looking at this badge, Iron Armor Granny fell into thought.
“Although I’m not familiar with the architecture of the Wizarding World, this style, consisting entirely of columns without a single wall, reminds me of some temple layouts,” Jon mused. “Could this be a building of religious nature?”
Angel nodded, as his initial impression upon seeing the palace was also its solemn religious aura.
However, the emblem within the palace, rather than a religious symbol, resembled more the logo of a music academy.
After pondering for a while, Iron Armor Granny finally spoke, “Jon is correct, this is indeed a religious building.”
“If I remember correctly, this should be the emblem of the Elegant Temple.”
Elegant Temple? Both Angel and Jon turned their gaze towards Iron Armor Granny, with Jon also curious about the religions of this otherworld.
After a moment of thought, Iron Armor Granny said, “The Elegant Temple is a semi-religious faction from the Source World, with its emblem being a seven-stringed harp amidst gentle waves. Unlike other religions, their followers do not worship a god but a person who claims to be a musician.”
“A Musician?” Angel asked, puzzled.
“Yes, a musician. I do not know his name or title, and even if I did, it could not be spoken, as his name contains the power of miracles. The only thing I know is that this musician was his identity as a mortal, and he greatly enjoyed referring to himself as a musician.”
Iron Armor Granny’s words left Jon astonished, questioning whether this was truly a human and not a god.
After hearing this, Angel’s focus was not on the miraculous power of the name but on a term Iron Armor Granny mentioned.
Miracle.
Chapter 2203 Highness Sandstorm’s Illness <TOC> Chapter 2205 Green Wilderness