Chapter 793 Questions and Answers <TOC> Chapter 795 The Glowing Skull
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Divine talents? Although the term was unfamiliar to Tulas, he was able to grasp its meaning after a moment of thought.
He shook his head, “I am but a mere mortal, how could I possess such divine powers?”
“Do you remember when you first gained the ability to perform spatial shift?” Angel asked, clouded with doubt.
“I would need to reflect on that. The period when I became a ghost, my memory was a chaotic jumble, filled with fragmented scenes,” Tulas admitted, sinking into deep thought.
Angel was filled with uncertainty. According to Tulas, he could not perform spatial shift as a mortal or even as a soul. Yet, paradoxically, upon becoming a ghost, he obtained extraordinary powers.
Moreover, these powers were unfathomably potent. With the spatial shift, he could even instantly slay an apprentice wizard. Had Angel not restrained his powers during their earlier clash, he would have had a hard time coping.
Could a ghost comprehend such unique divine powers? Angel pondered the question.
From what he gleaned from his readings, upon becoming a ghost, one would naturally possess certain talents of ghosts, such as the ghost’s howl, malicious interference, evil shockwaves, and the like. However, a shift to spatial talents was almost unheard of historically. Even the common elemental talents were absent.
Could it be that Tulas’ soul truly possessed an abnormal condition unbeknownst to others?
While Angel was lost in thought, Tulas too was deep in contemplation.
He was aware that his future was essentially in the hands of this powerful wizard. He had no intentions of being deceitful, as he was all too aware of the wizard’s might. Instead, he was earnestly seeking the truth within his fragmented memories.
Indeed, he too was curious. Why was he able to teleport as a ghost but not as a soul?
After an indeterminable amount of time, Tulas found a scene amidst a mess of unconnected memory fragments.
He furrowed his brows, recalling the related memories extending from this scene.
“I think I’ve found the memory of the first time I teleported,” Tulas murmured.
“When was it, and were there any special circumstances at the time?” Angel quickly inquired.
Tulas shook his head, “After becoming a ghost, I lost all sense of time. But it must have been a very, very long time ago. Could you tell me, how long has it been since the Silver Year 223?”
Angel replied, “Over two thousand years.”
Tulas was taken aback, a trace of sorrow passing over his face. He lowered his head, lost in thought.
After a while, he continued, “If it’s been over two thousand years, then the first time I teleported must have been at least a thousand years ago. Because in the memory of the ghost, it feels extremely ancient.”
“I remember, I had always been slumbering within the caverns beneath the earth when I suddenly discerned a slew of disconcerting presences surging upon the isle. That was when I was roused from my slumber.”
“Now that I think about it, the discomfort I felt was probably due to the presence of living beings,” Tulas’ cherubic face held a touch of gloom. “I had no sense of rationality at that moment, all I wanted was to eradicate them… which frankly, does not align with my personal aesthetic. Subsequently, I found myself instantaneously aboard the vessel occupied by those living beings, having been transported from my cavern.”
“Following that event, most of my memories involved discovering living beings and emerging from the cavern on my own, rather than through teleportation. Thus, I believe that was the first time I utilized spatial shift.”
Angel seized onto a critical piece of information: “So, even after you became a ghost, there was a considerable length of time during which you didn’t possess the ability to spatially shift?”
Tulas nodded in affirmation, “Yes, it was as if I had an epiphany one day, and then I was able to perform spatial shifts.”
A conjecture formed in Angel’s mind.
Perhaps there was something unique about Tulas’ soul, but the possibility seemed slim. The essence of a ghost was similar to that of a soul, the only difference being the nature of the internal energy. The difference wasn’t so significant that it would eliminate the innate talent of spatial shifting.
Thus, the only plausible explanation was that Tulas’ ability to spatially shift was granted by an external force.
As for what that external force was, Angel wasn’t sure, but he speculated that it could be the very thing that Song of the Deep Sea and Summer Dew Ridge were obsessively after.
Angel chose not to immediately interrogate Tulas about this “external force.” Instead, he decided to first establish a timeline.
“How did you end up on that sealed island?”
“I was a pirate, as I believe you are already aware. In the year of my 25th birthday, I overthrew the Fish Empire on the island of the Gods and learned of an extraordinary world beyond my understanding—the Wizarding World. After a series of adventures and collecting a wealth of information, I decided to set off for the Prosperous Continent in the year 222 of Flashing Silver, when I was 28, in search of the opportunity to become a wizard.”
“During my journey to the Prosperous Continent, our ship suddenly found itself engulfed in a fog. When the fog lifted, we were already on that desolate island.”
Angel asked, “Did you also enter through the Gear Abyss? And you found yourself in the Ship Graveyard as soon as you arrived?”
Tulas paused, “I did indeed arrive at the island mysteriously via the Gear Abyss, but as for the Ship Graveyard… I’m not sure. When I arrived at the island, there wasn’t a single ship there.”
Upon hearing Tulas’ response, Angel’s pupils contracted sharply!
He quickly asked, “Are you certain there were no ships?”
Tulas nodded, “When I arrived, it was completely deserted. There was nothing. After I became a ghost, ships started to appear more and more, seemingly out of nowhere.”
Angel’s brow furrowed, and with a flick of his finger, a series of illusion nodes appeared before Tulas’ eyes.
The Illusion Node constructed a stable illusion, within which was an antiquated expedition ship, its figurehead a statue mirroring the resplendent spread of a peacock. This ship was the Feather Fan, the very vessel that Lucas boarded.
“Do you see this ship? Are you sure you didn’t see it when you went in?” Angel asked.
Tulas looked at the ship, his memory box opening once again. Image after image surfaced in his recollection.
Angel noticed his expression, a clear blend of confusion and oddity. Apparently, he knew something about this ship.
After a good while, Tulas managed to arrange the jigsaw puzzle of his memories, swallowed subconsciously in the absence of saliva, and then spoke, “This ship… is peculiar…”
“What’s peculiar about it?” Angel always felt that he was on the verge of uncovering the core secret of the island.
“I can confirm that when I entered the island, there were no other vessels except for the one I was sailing,” Tulas paused, “However, the strange thing is, on the second day of my arrival, this ship suddenly appeared, located beneath a cliff.”
“I happened to be nearby at the time. When I saw it, it struck me as a ghost ship. I was initially hesitant to explore, so I sent a sailor from my ship to investigate.”
“But he reported that there was nothing inside!”
“I went aboard later, and indeed found nothing, so I left.”
Upon hearing this, Angel felt a flicker of confusion, “There should be a corpse in the captain’s quarters of the Feather Fan, didn’t you see it?”
When Angel mentioned the corpse, Tulas’s expression turned odd again, “I saw the corpse, but it didn’t appear with the ship.”
“Oh? What do you mean?”
Tulas explained, “Since we couldn’t leave the island temporarily, the sailors decided to excavate a livable place. They found a cave near a lake that led to a spacious interior of a mountain, and they began to carve out dwellings there. I was still thinking about leaving, so I continued exploring. One day, I visited the ship again.”
“To my surprise, I found a skeleton in the captain’s quarters of the ship. There had been no skeleton there before!”
“The skeleton was lying on the chair, which I found a bit eerie… and I noticed something bizarre…”
—”The skull of the skeleton was glowing!”
“I was startled, thinking it was haunted, so I chopped off its skull with my sword. The skull rolled to my feet, and the light disappeared. I don’t know if I was bewitched or what, but for some reason, I brought the skull back to the cave.”
“Subsequently, the skull remained at my bedside. My sentiment at the time was that it was a testament to my conquest, its skull my spoils of war.”
Tulas, recalling this rather melodramatic declaration, couldn’t help but cringe, his expression shaded with embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Angel, seated by the fireplace, displayed a peculiar expression. It turned out that the skull-less corpse was despoiled by Tulas, who had even placed it by his ship?
Angel remembered when he and Toby visited the underground cave, he had indeed seen that skull.
Never did he imagine that it was Lucas’s skull!
Why the skull glowed, Angel decided to put aside for now. His present concern was something else: Tulas claimed that the Feather Fan and Lucas’s corpse arrived on the small island at different times.
What could possibly be the reason for this?
Could it be that Lucas’s bones moved on their own?
Angel had a hunch that Lucas might indeed have died by jumping into a well, specifically the well beneath Snowlay Garden. His corpse might have turned into a skeleton right there in Snowlay Garden.
As for why he later appeared on the Feather Fan, and why there was a magic formation beneath Snowlay Garden Well, there might have been the intervention of a third party, or a third force at work.
As for what this third party was, Angel had no clue. However, throughout the entire event, there was one thing Angel never lost sight of—
Lucas’s peculiar prophetic ability!
Whether it was the Sea of Flowers, the Wishing Tree, or even the sword on the ship’s helm, all seemed to have been foretold by Lucas’s prophecy, save for the misrepresentation of the subject.
Could it be his prophetic ability playing tricks?
Angel contemplated for a moment before continuing, “The ship docked on the lake with the bull horn figurehead, that’s yours, right?”
Tulas nodded, puzzled by the leaps and bounds in Angel’s line of questioning.
“Why is there a sword lodged in the center of that ship’s helm?”
Chapter 793 Questions and Answers <TOC> Chapter 795 The Glowing Skull